Chapter 60: Chapter 60

The pregnancy test comes up negative, but Nara reiterates that it doesn’t mean much since the test can only detect a pregnancy after two weeks.

Weston can feel the doubt coming from Millan, but there is no uncertainty in the Pack Alpha’s mind. His fated mate is pregnant. It’s crystal clear in their bond, in the omega’s actions and in Millan's scent.

Gosh, that scent.

Weston hasn’t been able to stop breathing in the addictive scent since he woke up to it.

Millan is reading a book Madelyn had brought him, leaning on Weston who’s going through Grant’s last report.

Rather, TRYING to get through the platitude, but with his nose buried in Millan's hair, he ends up reading the same paragraph over and over again, never fully grasping its content.

“You smell so good.” Weston groans as he inhales the intoxicating citrus and sweet scent for the umpteenth time that day.

When Millan responds to the embrace with a quiet purr, Weston gives up and discards the report on the nightstand in favor of spreading kisses to Millan's cheek, descending gradually to his neck where the scent is most concentrated.

Millan tilts his head to give him better access, letting his book fall to his knees. Encouraged by the flush in his soulmate’s cheeks and the low purr vibrating through his chest, Weston gently shifts their position so that he is hovering over Millan.

Their kiss is deep, desire interweaving through their bond, one’s lust feeding off the other’s, making them impossible to distinguish.

When Weston smells the undeniable fragrance of slick around Millan's scent, Weston growls, instincts overpowering rationality, pushing the distant thought that he might be going into early rut away.

All that exists is Millan's pliant body under his, Millan's moans, whines, and pleads, Millan's scent.

His teeth graze over Millan's mating mark just as he aligns their hips and ruts down, rubbing their erections together eliciting a throaty mewling sound from his mate.

“Wes...” Millan is panting, cheeks flushed, his able hand grabbing and scratching at Weston’s back.

Weston’s hands roam over the curves squirming underneath him until a pained whine pierces through his erratic pleasure. He backs up immediately, scared he hurt his mate.

“It’s okay, Weston, I’m fine.” Millan tries to bring Weston’s lips back to his neck, but the latter forces himself to back away, mind clearing just enough to grasp the situation.

“Millan, I think I’m going into rut.”

Millan's hips keep moving, craving friction and Weston hisses as he tries to rein in his hunger.

“I think I’m going into heat.” The omega heaves, pupils blown.

“We need to slow down, shit. That’s not good.”

“Why? No, it’s good, Weston, please.”

Weston groans, his omega’s begging is pulling his alpha forward, wanting to please his mate. Weston fights his wolf, wanting to protect his mate more than assuage his own needs.

“Stop, Mill. Jesus.” Weston inhales deep, trying to calm himself down but unable to get away from the intoxicating scent, making his head fuzzy again. “You’re hurt. You can’t go into heat like this.”

“I don’t care. I need you.”

Millan's deep violet eyes, the heat of his body, the enticing aroma...

There’s nothing Weston can do but to give into it, helpless to stop it.

*****

Amir flops on the bed, exhausted.

The Council meeting had been a frantic and chaotic affair aggravated by Weston’s absence, the difficult negotiations with Axel Brook and the ordeal with Travis Caelan.

For now, he’s just happy to get to go and meet his boyfriend and get some well-deserved rest just lazily lounging in bed with him. Although now that he takes in Max’s bedroom, his boyfriend is nowhere to be found when he is usually getting ready for bed at that time.

Amir sighs and gets back up, unable to sleep without knowing where his boyfriend is. Fortunately, he doesn’t have to search for him too long since he runs into Max’s chest just as he exits the bedroom.

“Amir! There you are!” Max says as he steadies the startled omega before planting a kiss to Amir’s lips, deepening it instantly.

Amir responds, allowing Max to take control. Max’s hands travel down Amir’s back to his backside and squeezing, pulling a moan from the omega.

Amir reluctantly pulls away and narrows his eyes at the alpha whom he knows better than he knows himself. Max is nervous. His smile is too big, and their usually ‘casual’ hello kiss was too intense.

“What’s going on?” Amir asks still breathless from that short make out session, although he has a good idea, having been suspicious for a while now.

It doesn’t mean he’s not going to have some fun with this.

“Nothing. Just umm…” Max starts and bites his lip, looking at everywhere in the room except for Amir who is standing right in front of him, and whom he had just kissed the hell out of a few minutes ago.

Amir arches a brow questioningly.

“Do you want to take a walk outside? The weather’s nice.”

Amir snorts.

‘The weather’s nice?’ Amir doesn’t think he’s ever heard Max comment on the niceness of the weather in all the years he’s known him.

“Sure, let’s take a walk. The weather IS very nice today.” Amir rolls his eyes as he leads the way outside.

His very own lovable idiot, seriously.

*****

The crescent moon, slightly visible in the setting orange sun, provides for a stunning sight.

Amir is content to let his alpha lead him to the gardens. When they stop at THAT old worn-out bench, Amir smiles softly.

He’d almost forgotten about that spot, the one Amir had favored for years, the one where Max had first noticed him. A place full of fond memories from when they were still blushing tentative messes. Taking in his nervous alpha, Amir thinks not much has changed really.

Amir takes a seat in the middle, Max taking place at his side, Max’s hand is lying on his own knee and rubbing soft circles automatically while his other arm is wrapped around Amir’s shoulders.

His comforting scent and touch combined with the warm evening breeze and the garden’s beauty send a low purr in Amir’s chest, instantly calming his alpha’s nerves down.

“So…” Max starts, hand caressing Amir’s cheek, Amir leaning into it with a smile. “I thought…” he trails off, nerves coming back, and Amir kisses his cheek encouragingly.

“We’ve been together for a while now.”

“Five years.” Amir states with a nod, a fond smile never leaving his face.

He’d been worried the alpha would do something big and public, but he should have trusted him to know him better than that. This intimate moment in a special place is perfect and Amir is enjoying every second of it.

“Yeah, five years.” Max says with a smile of his own. “And we’ve courted for two.” the alpha adds, rubbing a finger on Amir’s scent gland making the omega shiver in want.

“Yes, I’ve been able to keep count, you doofus.” Amir teases, unable to resist his adorably fumbling alpha idiot.

“I think it’s going pretty well, right?”

“It’s going great. I love you.”

“And I love you.”

“Well, I’m glad we cleared that out after five years.” Amir laughs, Max following suit, until he slip away from the bench, bending a knee in front of his omega.

Amir had known what was coming, of course, he’d known, but seeing Max in this position raises butterflies in his stomach in anticipation.

“Amir, honey…” Max says, taking a small velvet box out of his pocket. “I wanted to ask you…” he says nervously, reaching for Amir’s hand.

“Will you marry me?” he ask as he opens the small box and revealing an elegant and simple diamond ring.

Amir selfishly takes a moment to take in the moment, the setting sun, the garden and the love in his lovers’ eyes.

“Of course, I will marry you.” Amir is instantly assaulted with kisses on his lips, face and neck, their laughs mingling.

Once they’ve calmed down enough, Max slip the ring on Amir’s finger, the omega admiring its elegance and grinning.

“It took you long enough.” Amir says, remembering Max’s weird actions and his hush conversations with his two brothers, which he accidentally discovered and was surprised about, knowing how they both doesn’t seem to like his boyfriend.

Obviously, that isn’t the case now as his two brothers seem to know what is going on, or rather what was supposed to happen. He also remembered his momentary panic at being left out until he realized what was going on.

“You knew, didn’t you?” Max pouts.

“Max, you’re not the most subtle alpha, you know that, right?” Amir snorts at his alpha’s shocked expression.

“I still think you can read minds.” Max mumbles, kissing Amir’s cheek.