Chapter 62: Chapter 62

“Wow. You both did a number on each other, huh?” Nara says with a smirk.

She’s leaning on the door frame, taking in the state of their bedroom.

“On the bed frame too, apparently.” She mumbles to herself, eyeing the ruined furniture.

Millan has to admit, the room is a mess.

The tale of the last three days is written in the leftover food packages, in the trash bin and around it, in the clothes scattered around on the floor, in Weston’s tangled hair, in the hickeys scattered all over their bodies and in the ambient scent still tainted with arousal.

Millan's cheeks heat up in embarrassment. However, Nara doesn’t seem too bothered, mostly amused.

“Can I come closer?” She asks Millan, mindful of his nesting omega.

Millan nods and sighs, taking in the state of said nest. It’s in complete disarray even if he’d tried to keep it under control during the past few days. But with his soul mate in rut and his own heat, it wasn’t always the priority.

“Yeah, I have to redo it anyway, it’s all over the place.” Millan sighs, “Especially since Weston insisted on washing everything.”

Weston has the audacity to look shocked at Millan's glare.

“Millan, it was filthy!”

“It smelled good.” Millan states lowly, almost growling.

“You’re insane.” Weston shakes his head with a fond smile and plants a kiss on Millan's forehead, soothing the frustration in Millan's chest a little.

Ignoring their bickering, Nara kneels beside Millan and starts assessing the damage to his injury.

“You removed the sling.” Nara accuses, tone firm and making Millan bite his lip guiltily.

“It was in the way.” Millan says, picking at the comforter.

Nara turns her glare to Weston who looks just as sheepish as his soul mate.

“Does it hurt at all?” She asks, voice softening.

“No, it doesn’t hurt.” Millan says honestly.

Nara eyes him suspiciously and Millan holds her gaze.

“Well, if I’ve learned anything about you, Millan, is that you tend to downplay when you’re hurt. So, let me have a look, yeah?”

Millan rolls his eyes, but nods. Nara starts unwrapping the bandage carefully.

“That’s… unbelievable.” She murmurs once the bloody gauze is removed.

Millan looks down, worried and sees…

“There’s nothing.” Weston whispers in wonder.

Nara frowns, confused.

“When I press down on it, does it hurt? Be honest!”

“Not at all.”

Nara narrows her eyes. Millan huffs.

“I’m telling the truth!”

Nara seems to accept this and stares where there was once an offensive gash.

“It looks like… you’ve healed completely. This is extremely interesting.” Nara says, mumbling to herself.

She goes to the desk in the corner to retrieve a pen and a paper and Millan feels his cheeks redden at the state of it, remembering the way Weston had bent him over it roughly not so long ago.

They’d tossed half of the papers and appliances on the floor in their haste.

At least it hadn’t broken like the bed, Millan thinks.

Nara doesn’t comment on it and simply comes back to the mattress where Millan and Weston are situated.

“So, tell me exactly what happened.”

“Umm…” If Millan was embarrassed before, it’s nothing like that moment. His face is on fire and he’s pretty sure he is blushing down to his neck.

“Well…” Weston starts, one hand scratching the back of his neck, just as uncomfortable as Millan.

“Oh! No. Not that bit! Jesus. No. Someone started their heat or rut early? What prompted that? I don’t need to know what happened afterwards. I have a pretty good idea just looking at the room.”

Weston coughs awkwardly and Millan hides his burning face in his hands. Nara chuckles.

Finally, Weston speaks, “My rut was triggered first. It was due in a month from now.”

Nara starts jotting down notes on her paper and nods for Weston to continue.

“I think Millan's pregnancy triggered it.”

Millan frowns, “Weston, we don’t know that for sure yet-“

Weston growls cutting Millan off.

“I know you’re pregnant, Mill. There’s no doubt about it. Your smell, it’s… intoxicating.”

The lust in Weston’s eyes seeps into their bond and Millan inhales sharply, trying to rein down his sudden desire.

It’s Nara’s turn to cough awkwardly, bringing their attention back to her.

“Sorry.” Weston mumbles.

“So, Millan's smell triggered your rut?” Nara asks.

“Yes, and then I think my rut triggered his heat.”

Nara writes again and nods. “Interesting. When was your heat due, Millan?”

“In two months.”

Nara hums and notes. “Well, then…” She finishes writing a sentence and looks up, “I believe it’s pretty normal that your heat was triggered so early. Your soulmate’s rut would be a pretty strong incentive. I’m still unsure as to what healed your injury completely, though…” She trails off, reading her notes over with a frown.

“Something else happened that you should probably know.”

Nara looks up from her notes, waiting for Weston to elaborate.

In lieu of an explanation, the Head Alpha bends his neck to the side, showing a freshly pink bite mark. Millan's omega quivers in pride at the sight.

Nara’s eyes widen.

“It’s a…” Nara goes to touch it, but Millan snarls warningly, and she withdraws her hand.

“Mating mark, yes. It feels exactly like one.” Weston finishes for her.

“Although this seems to be smaller than Weston’s mating mark, this is definitely one. This is fascinating, absolutely fascinating.” Nara states, whispering to herself.

Millan and Weston exchange a look and wait for her to explain, but she soon becomes engrossed in what she’s putting down on paper, muttering unintelligible things to herself.

Millan clicked his tongue as his impatience grows.

“What are you writing?” Millan finally asks.

Nara looks up, startled, as if she’d forgotten that there were other people in the room.

“Oh, right! I’m just putting down my observations, the timeline of your healing, events leading up to it and… my hypothesis.”

“Which is?” Weston asks.

“I think that Millan is definitely pregnant, that the alpha trait in Millan’s omega was the one able to mark Weston, and I think that the heat and rut combined with the soul bond is what healed Millan. And I think I’m going to write the best damn scientific paper on Fated Mates the world has ever seen.”

Once Nara steps out of the bedroom stating she has a lot of work to do, Millan turns to his soul mate, admiring the mark on his neck, grin splitting his face in two.

Weston retaliates with a blinding smile of his own, dimples out. Giddiness takes over their bond from both sides.

Millan is pregnant, Nara had pretty much confirmed it and Weston had never doubted it in the first place. Millan can’t believe they will have pups of their own to raise and love.

The thought is overwhelming, images of flower crowns and wolf pups taking over Millan's mind. He straddles Weston’s hips and cups his soulmate’s jaw, deliberately brushing a finger over the fresh mating mark.

The Alpha shivers and groans sending desire through their bond. Their kiss is sweet and deep, lazily exploring the other as if they have all the time in the world.

Too soon for Millan's taste, Weston pulls back.

“Mill, love, we should probably eat an actual meal.”

Millan chuckles. “It can wait for a little while.”

“You’re hungry Mill, I can feel it.”

Millan frowns and once he brings his attention to it, he can definitely feel his hollow stomach screaming for sustenance. Millan sighs and pecks Weston’s lips once, twice and a third time before decidingly pulling himself up.

They have all the time in the world, Millan thinks as he follows Weston to the kitchen.