The alpha’s grip is so tight it will probably leave a bruise. The marble ground crushes his knees as Millan gets tossed in front of the pack leader. Another alpha drops his precious bag beside him. Millan grabs it hastily as he glances at the exit guarded by two bulky wolves.“Millan Caelan. It’s been brought to my attention that you keep stealing from humans and wolves all over our territory. I take great offence in this.”“It’s not my fault that you’re easily offended.”“You will not interrupt me when I speak!” Millan is amazed to see the feeble alpha command bring the omegas in the room to their knees.“Sure, sorry, go right ahead,” he gestures for the Alpha to continue.The leader frowns. Millan gets a thrill every time he shows off his capacity to ignore an alpha command and can’t help the satisfied smirk taking over his face.“Insubordination isn’t going to help your case.”“I mean my case is pretty clear already, isn’t it? You’re kicking me out, I get it.” It’s juvenile to

Millan is hunched over and surrounded by a multitude of books and papers in a far corner of the library when Jace finally finds him.He tries to be subtle in his approach, wanting to observe the omega and see what he’s up to- a training habit. But as soon as he enters Millan's vicinity, the latter doesn’t even have to look up from his reading material to spot him.“Were you here to stalk or to talk? I can’t tell if you’re trying to be subtle.”The little shit, Jace can’t help the smile creeping up on his face.“How do you always know when I’m there?”Millan does look up now, dumbfounded.“Your smell, obviously.”“My smell? But I use scent neutralizers...” Jace tries not to sit on any books as he settles next to Millan who’s chuckling.“Scent neutralizers don’t really cover scent. It’s like a band-aid on an open wound.”The skeptic look on Jace’s face urges Millan to extrapolate.“A werewolf’s scent is layered like an onion. The neutralizers only cover the most obvious part of it, but

Millan slept for two hours until he’s up and alert again.He tries to go back to sleep but it’s no use. He keeps thinking of the Council’s decision. Turning it in his head and trying to make sense of his sentiments about it.He is happy. Of course he is. He can stay in one place- no hiding, no fear of being attacked or chased away.He’s never encountered a pack who was willing to tolerate him and that says a lot about Weston’s Pack.He should just be happy of how lucky he is. But he can’t help the disappointment. He is disappointed that the pack does not want to accept him. And he is angry with himself for being disappointed about that.He figures he’s just in adoration with the harmony he sees in this pack. With the beauty of Headquarters. With the kindness that seems to propel everybody’s actions here.He figures that he’s also tired of running away, of pulling teeth just to survive another day. He figures that is why he is so upset that they’re not making him an official member of

Weston peeks into the hospital room where Nara is stitching a beta’s wound, face cold as she concentrates.Weston hates to interrupt, but Nara is always working anyway and he’s never felt so out of control. He needs a doctor’s point of view as soon as possible.“Hey, Nara, can we talk?”She doesn’t look up from her meticulous duty as she answers.“Sure. Let me just finish up here, I’ll be out in a sec.”Weston paces outside the room impatiently. He’s glad when Nara exits five minutes after and leads him to her office, understanding they’ll need privacy with her doctor instinct that Weston is continuously impressed by.Weston sits on the chair in front of the table while Nara sits on her chair behind the desk.“So what’s going on?”“It’s about Millan. He’s… umm.”No point in beating around the bush, Weston dwelled.“He’s my Fated Mate, I think...”Nara’s eyebrows shoot up in surprise. She gapes for a while before saying anything.“What? Oh my g- wait, you ‘think’?”“Yeah, no. I’m prett

Weston has been half awake all night, attuned to Millan's exhaustion and lack of sleep.At around midnight, Weston had considered going to Millan's room and demanding to cuddle him until he slept for at least eight hours. He decided against it, his wolf instincts telling him to wait for Millan to come to him.Weston is now so glad he listened to his wolf.He’d been in between dreamland and consciousness when he’d heard his door opening slowly and quiet, small, tentative steps entering the room.The familiarity of the scent undeniable.Millan.Butterflies erupted in Weston’s stomach but he forced himself to keep even breaths, pretending to still be asleep.He wanted to know what Millan was going to do next.He was surprised and a little disappointed when he heard him settle on the hardwood floor.Now perched above his bed, Weston is observing Millan's curled up figure.His heart skips a beat when he realizes the omega is wearing his sweatshirt. He’d been wondering where he’d put that.