All Chapters of Fourteen Days To Forever: Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

Weston is still growling at anyone that comes an inch too close to Millan's food.Although exasperating, it’s also extremely endearing. They’re having breakfast with other members of the pack and Weston’s hand hasn’t left Millan's knee the entire time.It’s almost impressive how well the Alpha can eat with only one hand.Millan isn’t used to so much protectiveness and he still isn’t so sure he likes it. His wolf is ecstatic, that’s undeniable. But Millan's still on the fence about the whole thing.He is so used to taking care of himself, making his own decisions and defending himself. He doesn’t need anybody to do all that for him and he certainly doesn’t want Weston to feel obligated to protect him.Still, surrounded by familiar faces, he thinks he could get used to this morning ritual.Jace and Amir are in an intense debate about a video game Millan wouldn’t know the first thing about. Now that he thinks about it, he hasn’t played a video game in more than a decade. Weston’s in conv

As soon as Weston’s in sight, Millan runs outside to meet him.The small smile Weston is sending his way, although slightly reassuring, isn’t enough to ease the anxious pit in his stomach.“We need to talk.”“We need to talk.”They both laugh nervously.How they’re still surprised by their synchronicity is beyond Millan.Silence falls on them and they both stare at each other, uncertainty taking over their bond. He can’t stand this awkwardness between them. Awkwardness that’s never been there before.And that’s how Millan realizes how easy it has been with Weston.How everything felt natural, nothing ever forced.Sure, he’s been a mess, but Millan has always been a mess.Difference is, he’s never had an easy relationship with anybody in his life. Even with his friends, Caleb and Aaron.From as young as he can remember, he felt like an impostor, never omega enough, never werewolf or human enough.He’s never felt at ease with anybody.Until Weston.In a matter of weeks, they’ve shared m

 Weston isn’t going fast enough.Putting all his strength into it, Millan push Weston and flips them over, straddling over him.Weston, surprised and amused, lets Millan take control and smiles trying to go back to kissing, but Millan pulls back.“Condoms?”Weston laughs at Millan's impatience.“Nightstand.”As Millan extends his upper body to open the nightstand drawer, Weston slowly meanders his fingers down Millan's sides, feeling the goosebumps appearing underneath the small contact.When Millan's body comes back hovering over him, condom in hand, fumbling with it to open it, Weston lets a hand slide down Millan's back, under his pants, to his bum.A slight squeeze makes Millan gasp and he has to let go of the condom to brace himself on the bed, arms at Weston’s sides.Weston smiles and squeezes

Uncomfortable silence settles as they both take in the implications of Stella’s statement.“That’s horrible.” And Madelyn does look horrified, voice barely audible.Stella shrugs and looks away, clearly not willing to dwell on the subject for long.“I did as I was told and two months later, I was pregnant. With you, Millan.”Millan swallows, holding Stella’s remorseful gaze. His father was more of an asshole than he’d previously believed. And he never thought that could be possible.“He didn’t want people to know what he’d done so he commanded me to leave for the duration of my pregnancy and to come back with the child only if it turned out to be an alpha male.”“I turned out to be an omega.”Stella shakes her head. “No. Not at first.”Millan's confusion must have shown and Stella explains further, “Your scent was akin to an alpha. I really thought you were one and when I came back with you in my arms, Travis did too. It’s only after your first birthday that your scent started to cha

 Weston blinks slowly, eyebrows raising in surprise.If Millan thought he looked confused before, it’s nothing compared to how he looks now.“Wait… what? Back up a bit. Stella is your mother? Your biological mother? I thought she was your aunt?”In all fairness, Millan should probably give Weston all the information before he expects him to form an opinion.So that’s what he did.He told Weston how his father forced Stella to carry his son and how she was forced to basically ignore Millan's existence all those years. Half way through the story, Millan lets his head rest on Weston’s chest again, finding that talking while staring at the woods is easier than when he’s directly looking at Weston.That’s how, surprising himself, Millan goes further in telling the story than he’d planned.Millan feels the need to tell