Chapter 44: Chapter 44

As they open the door, Millan and Weston are met with wide eyed trainees and Jace, looking smug and satisfied.

He doesn’t look surprised at all to see Weston tagging along, contrary to the trainees who look wide eyed at Millan and Weston entering hand in hand.

They bow their heads and a couple ‘Alpha Blayne’ are muttered here and there.

Millan takes his hand out of Weston’s, suddenly feeling inadequate. He’ll never get used to how people act around Weston.

“So, where is Officer Grant?” says Jace, knowing full well he is nowhere in sight.

Millan shrugs and tries to keep his smirk at bay, “Last time I saw him, he was looking for you guys at Janine’s Coffee Shop.”

Jace laughs openly.

When Millan looks over at the small group of trainees, Colton in the front row is shaking his head slightly, jaw tight. Following Millan's gaze, Jace addresses him directly.

“Something you have to say, Colton?”

Colton’s jaw tightens in a moment of silent tension as he debates whether or not to answer Jace’s question.

Finally, he snaps, “It’s obvious! Everyone’s thinking it! Alpha Blayne helped him! He cheated! There’s no way Officer Grant was outsmarted by an omega. Oh no, actually, not just an omega, a ROGUE omega at that.”

Millan feels a blinding anger growing rapidly inside their bond right before Weston was violently grabbing Colton by the collar.

“Apologize immediately.” Weston’s voice has more in common with that of a wolf than a human.

It brings chills along Millan's spine. Millan tries to pry his soul mate off of Colton, scared of the damage he could inflict. Colton isn’t that big a wolf and Weston’s rage is vibrating so strongly in their bond, it’s bleeding into Millan's emotions.

Unfortunately, Colton isn’t helping his case, smirking as if he had total control over the situation. Although Millan pulls on Weston with all his force, the Head Alpha easily pries Millan away gently right before taking a swing at Colton’s face.

Millan's eyes widen, “Weston! Stop!”

The punch lands in a loud thump on Colton’s jaw making Millan cringe. He knows very well how much a full forced punch like that hurts.

“Apologize!”

Although the smirk has disappeared, Colton’s eyes find Weston’s in a silent show of defiance.

Weston hits Colton again.

This time Millan hears something crack. A rib maybe.

Looking around for help, Millan's eyes land on Jace who’s observing the scene, arms crossed.

“Jace! Help me out, would you?”

Jace shrugs, not moving an inch.

“If Alpha Weston wants to defend his mate, there’s nothing I can do.”

Colton whimpers and tries to fight back, to push Weston off of him, but it has no effect whatsoever and Weston takes another swing.

“Jace! Please!”

Millan tries to pull him away, but Weston probably doesn’t even feel a thing.

“I’m not-,“ Millan pulls as hard as he can on Weston’s arm, “-even-“ the Alpha’s grip on Colton’s collar doesn’t falter, “-his mate!”

Silence falls and Weston freezes.

Millan knows he made a mistake as he hears their small audience gasp in unison.

Before he has time to grasp the situation, Weston has discarded a frightened Colton on the floor and invaded Millan's personal space, backing the omega towards the nearest wall, a low growl in his chest.

“What did you just say?”

Millan is gaping, desperately searching for something to say to appease Weston’s wolf.

“I- I mean, not officially. Not yet.”

Millan’s back hits the wall behind him, but Weston doesn’t stop moving in closer until he’s effectively trapping him there.

Weston has that look in his eyes, the one he had when Dax had tried to apologize at the dinner table.

But this time is different.

Millan knows exactly what is going on in Weston’s head.

Their bond is stronger. Or maybe Millan has learned to pay attention to it more. In any case, Weston isn’t going to hurt him and Millan is sure of that.

The eyes piercing through Millan aren’t Weston’s but his wolf’s. Although Weston hasn’t fully transitioned to his wolf form, Millan is certain that he is now seeing it.

He reaches out slowly, eliciting a warning growl from Weston and ignoring it.

As softly as he can, Millan lays his hand on Weston’s cheek. With this simple touch, Weston’s eyes soften immediately, as if Millan had absorbed all of the previous tension and anger, leaving only the hurt in his eyes.

“Weston… Wes…” The nickname brings a candid light in Weston’s eyes which prompts Millan to continue.

“I love you. And I know you love me too. The rest is just background noise.”

Weston sighs and deflates, resting his forehead on Millan's for a moment. Millan can feel the tumult in their soul bond evaporating.

“Sorry.” Weston finally whispers.

As he slowly comes back to his senses, Millan feels the regret weighing on Weston.

The Head Alpha turns around to face Colton who’s still sitting on the floor, grabbing his side in pain, a huge bruise already forming on his jaw.

“Colton, I’m sorry. I lost control and I shouldn’t have. It won’t happen again.”

Colton nods and bows his head, probably not wanting to infuriate his Alpha again.

“Now you still owe Millan an apology.” There’s a warning in Weston’s voice and Colton must have heard it since he keeps his head down and complies.

“I’m sorry for disrespecting you, Sergeant Caelan.”

After a second of pause, Jace steps forward, reassembling the trainees in front of him. “All right. Now that THAT’S done. Millan, would you explain to us how you didn’t cheat?”

As Millan walks them through his escapade with Grant, he isn’t surprised to see Colton quieter than usual glancing at him with a hostile look.

Millan ignores it though. With the way Weston’s grip on him tightens as the minutes pass and the proud feeling in their bond escalates, it was also deeply tinged with a growing desire.

Millan knows come tonight, he and Weston will end up sweaty and breathless.

*****

Weston’s hands tighten on Millan's hips as the omega slides slowly on top of the alpha, feeling every inch of Weston who’s sinking deeper and deeper into him.

Riding Weston was now Millan's favorite thing. He loved to set a slower pace until Weston couldn’t take it anymore and finally flipped them over, taking control again.

Weston’s low groans as Millan pulls himself up again elicits this erotic pride in him.

Weston is a drug he can’t get enough of.

*****

Millan whimpers again and again and again.

Weston is pounding into him, hitting his spot every damn time. The sensation is overwhelming.

He can feel Weston’s climax building in their bond so strongly it builds his own up, doubling his pleasure. He’d never been able to come untouched before.

Now, with Weston, it’s practically all he does.

*****

Weston’s opened hand sits gently on Millan's stomach as they lay side by side, covered in sweat- naked, panting and still coming down from their highs.

Weston absentmindedly draws circles with his fingers on Millan's skin, bringing chills to the area.

“So…” Weston’s low drawl is always sexier after an orgasm and Millan turns his head towards him, observing the way his hair lay messy around his head.

Weston is biting his lips. Nervous.

Millan frowns, confused.

“Yes?” Millan encourages.

“Tomorrow is the full moon.”

The statement, although true, doesn’t help clear up Millan's confusion and he straightens up on his elbows to get a better look at Weston.

“Uhm. Yes. Seems like it.”

Millan raises an eyebrow, a silent interrogation. Weston smiles slightly, but Millan can sense his nerves through their bond.

“What’s up, Weston?”

Weston laughs nervously.

“Well… I talked to the Council this afternoon and they agreed we should make it official. The ceremony isn’t too complicated. Although we’ve only performed it for newborns in the past, I’ve been assured that it’ll work on an adult exactly the same way.”

“What are you saying?”

“Millan, we want to make you an official part of the Blayne Pack. If you’ll have us.”

“I- Weston… are you sure?”

Weston rolls his eyes, “Millan, I want to mate with you. Frankly, we both know it’s just a matter of time. But you need to be pack first. And honestly, I’m going crazy not having any claim on you. If I listened to my wolf, I wouldn’t let you out of my sight for a second.”

Millan believes him not only because of the earnestness in their bond and the chilling determination in Weston’s gaze, but also because Weston had an obvious hard time controlling his wolf around him lately.

“Okay.” Millan says, a small smile slowly making his way on his lips, joining Weston’s full blown grin.

Millan Caelan of the Blayne Pack.

It has a nice ring to it.

*****

“Are you sure?”

“Yes, Sir. I’m certain of it. Axel Brook was talking with the Caelan Pack’s Head Alpha, Travis Caelan. They seem to have some kind of agreement. We’re just not sure what they’re up to yet. Everything’s in our report, Sir, but I thought you should be made aware as soon as possible.”

Weston nods, keeping calm appearances even though his heart is beating a million times a minute.

“Thank you. Good work, Agent.”

Agent Maddox recognizes his cue to leave, but as he turns around, he falters and grabs a chair for support.

Weston stands up from behind his desk, worried.

“Are you okay?”

The Agent smiles tightly, a redness to his cheeks betraying his embarrassment.

“Yeah, it’s this stupid Border Spell. I’m fine, the headache will dissipate.”

Weston sighs. He always hates deploying spies over the border for this exact reason.

“It’s far from a stupid spell. It has prevented countless wars over the years. Hell, it’s probably the only thing preventing Axel Brook from sending his army over here…”

The Agent laughs, “I’d like to see him try. We have almost double their numbers.”

Weston frowns, looking to his window, watching as a group of kids from the nearby school walks passed his line of sight.

“Mmh. Not if they’re allied with the Caelan Pack.”

He’s still watching his pack enjoying the beautiful sunny day when Agent Maddox reaches his office door.

“Agent Maddox?”

“Yes, Sir?”

“Don’t talk of this to anyone.”

“Of course, Sir.”