“This is insane, you can’t do this!”“Watch me.” The composure of Travis Caelan as he tears apart everything Millan holds dear in his life is astonishing. Even his mother looks shocked.“Honey, please think about this. Surely we can work something out. This is-”The Alpha doesn’t even have to use a commanding voice or say anything at all, his glare is enough to shut his wife’s objections. She turns to Millan with tears in her eyes, defeated.The frightened omega has never seen such a big crowd before. Almost every wolf of the pack has responded to the Alpha’s call to watch the inhabitual event unfold. They’re all staring as the imposing leader towers over the small werewolf. Normally so rebellious, Millan can’t do anything but shrink under the weight of everybody’s gaze, unshed tears in his eyes.“Millan, since the day you gained the ability to talk, you’ve been a disappointment. Not only to your mother and I, but to the entire pack. I can no longer excuse your defiance. You’ve co

 Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, that’s all that goes through Millan's mind as two extremely muscular and tall alpha guards forcibly lead him down the hallway.Axel Brook can’t seem to shut up, going on and on about how easy it was to capture him.In only five minutes, Millan's rolled his eyes more times than he can count. He doesn’t think he’s ever met such an insufferable Alpha.“I thought I’d have some fun killing that beta friend of yours. I really didn’t think Weston would be dumb enough to send you!”Tuning out the Alpha’s ramblings, Millan eyes a key dangling from one of the guard’s belt and smirks. Struggling against the bulky guards is stupid. Dumb. Suicidal. Moronic.Their hands are almost bigger than Millan's arms for fuck’s sake. But Millan has never been the smartest and always liked a good fight. Even as unequal

 Weston leads him to his office.“Here. We won’t be bothered.”After closing the door, he sits beside Millan on the couch. Weston sighs and Millan's throat tightens.He’s so scared he’ll get thrown out. He knows he has to leave but he just doesn’t want Weston to tell him to leave.It’s stupid. The result is the same but he just prefers it to be his decision.“Where to even begin?”Millan decides to get this over with as fast as possible.“I know you think we’re Fated Mates and I know you probably despise this whole thing and I understand, Weston. I’m not good for you, I’m not good for your pack either.”“Millan- ““I understand if you want me to leave. It’s fine, really.”“Millan, slow down a sec- ““No, Weston. I d

“As a result, this report raises concerns and highlights the need for both the Legislative and Executive branches of the Council to proceed with caution on the implementation of the current situational plans…”Weston has already read Grant’s report twice and it’s even more boring when read out loud. So he lets his mind wonder as the rest of the Council listens carefully to each and every word.They’ve only been apart for an hour and Weston is already anxious to get back to Millan.He didn’t seem too pleased with the resting order Nara had given him. Actually, Millan never seems too pleased with any order in any circumstances judging by the way he purses his lips and narrows his eyes every time.By the way his nose crunches just a little with the movement and the way his hands close into cute little fists.Millan is just so cute and so adorab-“Weston, what are you smiling about?” Amir’s knowing smirk effectively sets Weston’s face back into seriousness.“What? Nothing. I’m listening t

 There’s shock and then sadness and then anger.All of those visible on Weston’s face but also extremely loud in their soul bond.“For fuck’s sake, Millan!” Weston stands up and Millan can’t keep eye contact anymore.“Weston, I- ““No, Millan. Why the hell would you still think that you have to leave? What don’t you understand in ‘I want you to stay’? In what language do I have to-”“It’s not that! I get it. You want me to stay. It’s just- It’s not that.”Millan hates that Weston takes a step back, he hates the hurt in his eyes.“Then what is it, Mill?” Realization dawns in Weston’s face and the hurt in his eyes triples. “D-do you… not like me, Mill?”Millan’s eyes widen at what the alpha in front of him is implying, “No! Th-t