As Millan grows more and more turned on, he almost loses his train of thought.“What do you have to-“ Millan moans when Weston starts torturing the other nipple, pinching the other with his fingers. “-to think about?”“Where-” Weston places a kiss to Millan's now very sensitive nipple, “-I’m going to-“ Weston kisses his way down underneath Millan's belly button, dangerously close to his pelvis, “-mark you, of course.”Weston gets to work, sucking and licking where his lips stopped and by the time a bruise forms, Millan is a panting and a whining mess.“Please, Wes, come on, you can mark me anywhere.” Millan says as his hands leave their spot from over his head.There’s a fire in Weston’s golden eyes as he grips Millan’s hands and places them back in their spot over his om

 Millan manages to keep his head down, looking scared until they’re close to the valley.He knows the hard part is ahead and its success depends on Amir’s logic. So far, Amir’s plan hasn’t failed him, so he has to go all in and trust it’ll work.As soon as they step into the pathway Grant had established as the best spot, Millan starts to chuckle.He bites his bottom lip as if trying to stifle his laughter effectively making Axel stop walking and turn around with a tilt to his head and an arch eyebrow.“What the hell are you smiling for, kid? You know you’re in deep trouble here, right?”Millan's eyes widen as if he were caught doing something he shouldn’t have.Axel is now frowning at Millan who does his best to look as if he’s trying not to smile.Seeing Axel’s irritated expression, Millan thinks they should give hi

 Weston cried out as he feel his soul mate’s pain.He’s too far, too late.He shouldn’t have waited for Millan's signal. He should have killed Millan's father when he had the chance.He doesn’t think he’s ever run that fast in his entire life. Axel’s bodyguard makes a pathetic attempt to stop him.Weston makes quick work of sending the bodyguard flying, trusting the others to take care of him and Axel.All he can think about is getting to his Fated Mate, his omega, his Millan.His Millan who isn’t moving anymore underneath the big gray wolf.He collides with Travis’s wolf form but is startled by the lack of fight in Millan's father. It’s only when Travis goes limp on the ground that he sees the knife planted deeply in his flank.Weston’s attention goes instantly back to Millan who lies on the grou

 Even though Millan keeps his expression steady while pain shoots through his shoulder, Weston must have sense it and he gives Millan's hand a reassuring squeeze.Nara is removing his bandage, careful not to disturb the sling holding his arm to his chest, to assess his recovery.The wound doesn’t look very good, red and swollen and Millan can feel Weston worrying by his side. Judging by her widening eyes, Nara thinks the same.“That’s really something…” Nara says mostly to herself.Weston tenses beside Millan.“Is it bad?” Weston asks, hand squeezing Millan's almost painfully.Nara is brought out of her own thoughts and smiles widely at Weston.“Not at all. Millan is doing great! I’m amazed at how great he’s doing, considering everything that had happened.”Weston s

Millan wakes, surrounded by warmth and safety.He recognizes Weston’s arms around him immediately and smiles, content. When he blinks awake, he discovers that Weston is fast asleep and takes a moment to appreciate the sight.A look to the window informs him of the late hour, faded rays of the rising moon illuminating the room vaguely.He’d slept the whole afternoon away, but there’s still heaviness in his body, willing his eyelids shut. Millan rests his head on Weston’s chest, breathing in the familiar scent and letting it lull him back to sleep.Usually, the scent would be enough, but Millan can’t seem to stay still. It’s as if there isn’t enough of Weston’s scent surrounding him.Eyes still half closed, he gets up and grabs the shirt Weston had discarded before hopping into bed. He goes back to bed and lays the shirt on top of himself before resting his head on Weston’s body again, mindful of his arm entrapped in the irritating sling.Just seconds after, still feeling on edge, he ge