Fourteen Days To Forever
Weston mumbles looking down at the table and crossing his arms over his chest like a petulant child in front of his grandfather.
“Look, Weston, I can’t imagine how overwhelming it must be to realize you’ve met your Fated Mate, but unfortunately, you don’t really have time to process it. Obviously, we need to account for this new information in our decision making.” Saying so, Malakai looks at Grant pointedly.
“Is it true, Weston? Is he your Fated Mate?” The latter asks.
Weston thinks back on the small amount of time he’s had with Millan.
The anxiety creeping up on him every time he leaves the omega. How it felt holding him the night prior, his calming scent, the way he did know Millan was aw