Chapter 25: Chapter 25

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 don’t want to drag this for longer than needed. If it’s okay with you, I’d like to sleep here tonight and I’ll go tomorrow, I promise. I just don’t want to travel at night. But I’ll be out of your hair tomorrow, first thing in the morni-”

“Millan! Will you shut up for a second! Jesus! How could you think that’s what I want?”

Millan's head snaps up, meeting Weston’s eyes.

“What?”

“I’ll never ask you to leave, Millan! It’s never going to be that! Stop thinking that, please.” Seeing Millan's genuine surprise, Weston softens his voice, “You’re breaking my heart, Mill.”

“I- but- you…”

“Millan, I know this whole Fated Mate thing is overwhelming for you. I can’t even begin to imagine what it’s like to have to ignore your wolf instincts just to survive. But please believe me when I tell you that I care for you deeply. I want you to stay here. I want you to be part of the pack. And you will be if you want to. The Council knows you’re my Fated Mate and they’re willing to set a date for your initiation. I want to do this right so I’ll ask for your patience on this. And your trust. Please, Millan, just trust me.”

Eyes swimming with unshed tears, Millan shakes his head slightly.

“But I’m- “

Not good.

“You are. You’re good, Millan.”

How did Weston…?

“You’ve just saved Jace’s life, putting your own at risk.”

“But I put EVERYONE at risk. I put YOUR life at risk.”

Weston shakes his head and brings Millan into his arms. Millan blinks, letting his tears fall as he returns the hug.

“You’re good, Millan. You’ll just have to trust me on this.”

Weston is wrong. He’s not seeing this clearly.

Millan wishes he could just take the Alpha’s word for it. Without thinking about it, he turns his nose in Weston’s neck, the scent of rain engulfing him, soothing him.

He sighs as his mind starts to float, body going lax against Weston.

“Mill?”

“Mmm?” Millan has lost the ability to articulate words.

He’s wrapped in cotton and he’s just so relaxed. But then Weston breaks the embrace, hands on Millan's shoulders.

“Millan? Mill, you’re dropping, come back to me, love.” Weston is shaking him gently and Millan blinks rapidly.

As he comes back to himself, his face heats up in embarrassment, glad Weston didn’t let him drop fully. That would have been mortifying.

“Sorry.”

“It’s okay, Millan. You can trust me, I’d be happy to take care of you if you wanted to drop again.”

Millan frowns, unable to wrap his head around that.

How could Weston be happy to take care of him like that?

An omega dropping is useless and weak. Millan would never impose that on Weston.

“I stopped you because you need to eat.”

Oh.

“It’s fine, Weston. I’m not- “

“You’re hungry, Mill. I know you are. Come on.”

Starving would be a better word for it.

How Weston would know that is beyond him. Still, it would be smart to eat something before he leaves, although he isn’t sure if he wants to leave anymore. Mind racing, he follows Weston and doesn’t protest.

Distracted, he even lets Weston manhandle him, placing him on the kitchen island, legs dangling over it. It’s not long before the fridge’s entire contents and an impressive variety of pots and pans end up all over the counter.

“You’re a bit extra when it comes to food, aren’t you?”

Impressed at the Alpha’s zeal, Millan knows he has a stupid grin plastered on his face but he can’t shake it off. He wants to let his wolf have this moment and stop debating, stop fighting his instincts so much.

It’s exhausting. Millan is exhausted.

The Alpha turns towards Millan, step towards him and stands between his legs, leaning closer to the omega, hands on either side of Millan’s hips.

“Only for you, Mill.”

Weston’s golden eyes glow as he shows off his dimples in a perfect smile.

Millan is intuitively pulled closer to him and all he wants to do in this moment is to kiss Weston.

Judging by the way Weston’s gaze keeps going back and forth between Millan's lips and his eyes, the feeling seems mutual. They’re only inches apart.

“Mill like the same spelling as windmill…” Millan whispers.

It’s a really stupid observation. But Millan's mind isn’t working so well when his face is so close to Weston’s, apparently.

And fuck it. Tonight, Millan will be selfish.

He’ll allow his wolf to do as he pleases for just one night.

Tomorrow, he’ll do the right thing.

Tonight though… tonight he’ll let his wolf take over just a little bit.

“I kind of realized tha-“

Millan closes the space between them.

The kiss starts off sweet, Weston is smiling into it which makes Millan smile too. They break apart seconds after only to reunite their lips again, both a little more demanding.

Weston moves closer, one hand on Millan's cheek, the other on the back of his head, not allowing for the omega to escape. Millan's fingers grip Weston’s shirt just above his chest.

When a moan escapes Millan's throat, Weston growls and deepens the kiss.

Wrapping his legs around Weston’s waist, Millan forgets about everything else but the way their bodies are pressed together, the way they just fit, the way he knows exactly how turned on Weston is, the way Weston seems to know exactly how to hold Millan.

It’s easy but passionate. Like rediscovering someone you already know.

In this moment, Millan doesn’t doubt that they’re Fated Mates. There just isn’t another possible explanation for this kind of connection.

As they break apart reluctantly, Millan wonders how the hell he’s supposed to leave now.

Weston’s blinding smile kills the thought instantly and he tosses the problem to his future self.

Weston dives towards his lips again like he can’t get enough of it. The alpha’s hands travel towards his waist as he pulled them impossibly closer.

Millan’s hands goes to Weston’s cheeks as he held them gently. After a couple more minutes of kissing, he turned away, catching his breath. Weston’s lips end up on Millan’s cheek and the alpha used the chance to inhale his scent.

Millan felt ticklish with Weston’s ministrations. The alpha goes to kiss Millan again but the omega just laughs and pulls away, Weston frowns.

“We should stop. We’re in the kitchen,” he reminded.

“Then stop distracting me. You have to eat.” Weston chided with a smirk.

Millan blames his wolf. He really should stop his wolf from going too far.

Covering Millan's lips and nose with a small peck, Weston promptly turns around and starts cooking again.

Weston’s broad back slaving over a stove is a consoling sight.

*****

Weston’s in heaven.

There’s no other way to describe it.

Millan's petite, curved body is warm against his chest as they’re lounging with other pack members in front of a movie. Millan fell asleep almost immediately after curling himself against Weston.

He’s just so happy that Millan is finally listening to his wolf’s instincts.

Jace, Amir and Andy are also with them, just relaxing. Andy was seated on a single sitter sofa, Amir on a bean bag and Jace on the floor in front of them, leaning his back on the center table.

Kissing Millan earlier was an outer body experience. The fact that Millan initiated it made it even better. Relief doesn’t come close to expressing how he feels.

Millan is safe in his arms right now and it soothes every part of him.

He’s still worried about Millan though. He’s got walls around him so thick they seem so unbreakable.

Weston knows it’ll be hard to get Millan to trust him.

He’s heard him talk about his father and how he got treated in his pack. He had no idea Millan's last name was Caelan. He had no idea his father was the Head Alpha.

It hurts to think that Millan was banished by his own father.

He doesn’t even want to let himself think of Millan's uncle either. The omega’s body weighing on his right now is the only thing stopping him from hunting that bastard down.

He’s lost in thought, not really paying attention to the movie when he feels a vibration against his chest.

Millan is breathing softly and Weston brushes a strand of hair out of his face. He seems so calm and content.

The vibrations get more intense and Weston slowly comprehends what’s happening.

“I don’t think I’ve ever heard an omega purr so loud before.” Dax eventually says, sprawled on a nearby couch.

“Is that what it is? I thought there was an earthquake.” Amir giggles at his own joke.

Unperturbed, Weston smiles down at Millan's sleeping blissful expression. The vibration reverberates through his whole body and he can’t stop grinning.

He can’t wait to tell Nara about Millan's progress in just one night.

“He’s so fucking adorable.”

Weston’s head snaps at that and a low growl forms in his chest- and surprisingly, from Andy too- warning Dax to back off.

The latter arches an eyebrow, unimpressed, but lifts his hands up in surrender, “I was just saying, jeez.”