Chapter 55: Chapter 55

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 ground with blood all over his neck and chest.

Weston shifts back to his human form and uses his hands to put pressure on the bleeding wound.

“Millan! Mill! Wake up! Please wake up!”

His own voice sounds foreign, panicked and desperate. Through a blurry, teary vision, he tries to assess the damage.

He blinks and he sees his mother, blood everywhere, blinks again and Millan is back, blinks, his father’s lifeless form in front him, blinks and Millan is there again.

He shakes his head. He has to get a grip. He needs to be there for Millan.

“Wes?” Millan's voice comes out a broken whisper effectively cutting through Weston’s rattled mind.

There is chaos around them, Weston is vaguely aware of Axel’s protests, he frankly doesn’t care about that right now.

“Yes love, I’m here. I’m right here. Can you open your eyes for me, baby?”

Millan frowns and makes a tiny incomprehensible sound, but he is breathing, and Weston tries to focus on that. Searching their bond, Weston only finds sharp pain.

He forces himself to take a deep breath and infuse their bond with calm and warmth knowing that’s what his soul mate needs right now.

“Weston, we need to get him to the hospital.” Jace’s bloody shirt comes into view. He seems out of breath, but Weston doesn’t have time to ponder on that.

Weston takes Millan in his arms, holds him tight and runs as fast as he can.

*****

The waiting is excruciating.

It had taken three alphas to get Weston out of the operating room under Nara’s orders and he has half a mind to get in there again, to make sure Millan is still breathing although he knows just by searching their bond.

Still, he is aware that the best thing he can do right now is to get out of the way and let the doctors work.

It doesn’t alleviate the anxiety, though. He is pacing, running a hand through his hair every two seconds.

Jace and Andy are both sitting there too, as well as Max and Amir. Each Council member, as well as almost the whole pack was also checking in every minute to check on Millan’s situation.

Weston looked around. Millan probably is the only one who doesn’t know, who doesn’t notice how big the impact of his presence in the pack is. Even before the ritual of making him an official pack member, the omega had already been adored, admired and accepted by almost the whole pack.

With the big crowd, Weston has never seen the waiting room so silent.

Every patient and family member there understanding the gravity of their Alpha’s state of mind, the importance of Millan's life, not only for their Alpha’s well-being, but indirectly, for their pack’s well-being as well.

A door opens and Weston looks up. He doesn’t wait for Nara to get to him, he runs towards her, questions in his eyes.

“He’s okay, Weston. He’s okay.” Nara says as soon as Weston is within earshot.

Her words release all the tension Weston was holding in his shoulders and in his chest and he feels tears roll down his cheeks.

“He’s okay?” he repeats, as if not fully believing it yet.

“Yes. He’s resting right now. He was in a critical condition at first, but the operation went well. With his alpha by his side, he should heal in no time. You can come see it for yourself.”

Weston wipes his tears uselessly as others fall down in their place.

Millan is okay, he keeps repeating that to himself as he follows Nara towards Millan's room.

*****

Weston’s wolf is a mess.

He doesn’t think he’s ever been so worried about anyone else in his life. It’s with horror that he realizes that if Millan hadn’t made it, he doesn’t think he would have survived the loss.

As he walks behind Nara, his mind keeps going back to the way Millan's limp body had felt in his arms, the way blood had kept pouring out of his soulmate’s wound while Weston ran as fast as he could to get Millan to the hospital.

When he opens the door to Millan's room, he has to close his eyes and takes a deep breath.

Millan is hooked up to an IV and a monitor- pale and fragile in the small hospital bed. He reminds himself that Nara had said he would be fine after a bit of rest and proximity to his alpha.

Knowing his presence can help, knowing Weston can alleviate some of his mate’s pain just by being there by his side helps his heartbeat to come down a bit.

He opens his eyes and walks towards Millan's sleeping form, pulling a chair as close as physically possible to the bed while trying to stay silent, avoiding waking his mate. He wants to hop on the bed with Millan and hold him to sooth his own wolf, to convince himself that his omega is alive.

Not wanting to disturb Millan's sleep, he settles for taking Millan's hand in his own and rubs it gently, as much to comfort himself as to comfort his omega. His alpha’s turmoil mends itself slowly as he takes in Millan's regular breathing and the warmth of his hand underneath his own.

After a serene moment when Weston’s alpha goes back to a somewhat calm place, reassured to see his omega alive and secure, Millan frowns and grunts in pain. Weston’s hand comes up to pet Millan's hair and he shushes him.

“Sleep, love. I’m here, you’re okay, relax.” Weston whispers until the frown on Millan's face evaporates, going back to a peaceful expression.

When Millan stirs again only five minutes later, Weston murmurs a low “fuck it” under his breath and gets in bed behind Millan, bringing him close to Weston’s chest, rubbing his sides soothingly and occasionally planting kisses to Millan's cheeks, neck, forehead, and anywhere in his face that he could reach.