Chapter 65: Chapter 65

Millan was sprawled on the bed away from Weston's warm arms wearing nothing but a large white shirt that falls down one shoulder and a boxer briefs.

He was feeling like he was going to either pass out from how hot he was or just end his misery and die already as he kept searching for cold spots wanting nothing but to feel cool again.

He had the air conditioner on full blast while Weston was wrapped in the warm blankets from head to toe freezing his butt off. But what could he do if his omega was hot and wouldn't stop complaining to him that the room felt like they were in the pits of hell from how ridiculously hot it was while him, on the other hand found the temperature okay.

Unable to take it anymore, he blindly pulled off his t-shirt and threw it somewhere on the floor. He left his boxer briefs on and went back on flopping down on the bed. He smiled, sleep taking over him.

A few hours later, Millan woke up from his slumber wondering when he had fallen asleep but this time, he was freezing to death wanting nothing but a warm place.

He blindingly searched for the blankets groaning when he noticed that Weston had them all and he was left with nothing to protect himself from the cold.

Shivering, Millan was able to pull the edge of the blanket out from underneath Weston and cuddled closer to him welcoming the warmth and placing his feet in between Weston's legs and his hands and head on his toasty warm chest.

"Holy shit it's cold!" Weston jolted awake looking around with wide gold eyes and shivering when the cold air hit him.

"I'm c- cold, hug me, Westy." Millan whined reaching for his alpha with his cold hand and pulling the blankets around him with the other.

"What... Why are you naked? Millan? You're freezing, love." Weston shivered wrapping his arms around the smaller boy ignoring his cold limbs, helping him warm up and beginning to fall asleep again.

*****

Millan scrunched up his eyebrows and slowly opened one eye followed by the other one.

What woke him up?

He was feeling so comfy too. He felt warm even breaths at the back of his neck and smiled. Weston was spooning him from behind, his arms like a safe cage around his waist.

It was still dark and all he wants to do is to go back to sleep.

Out of nowhere, he felt this queasy feeling from his stomach, like there’s a freight train travelling up to your throat and wants to get out of your digestive system.

He bolted out of the bed, almost tripping over Weston’s tangled limbs with his under the covers, and ran to the bathroom trying to hold the vomit rising up in his throat with his hand.

*****

Weston woke up to the sound of retching.

It was still dark and the moon was high in the sky. He immediately noticed the lack of warm body in his arms. Worry seized him and he sprung out of bed and rushed to the bathroom, clipping his shoulder on the door frame.

His mate was sitting on his knees, face pressed against the wall. Violet eyes blinked open and he gave Weston a small wave. Weston sucked in a deep breath, trying to force back the anxiety that had taken hold.

"Wha’s up?" Millan rasped.

Weston gripped his hand and helped him to his feet. "You okay? Do I need to get Nara?"

"Peachy," Millan muttered before giving him a tired smile. "And no. I'm fine. I probably just ate something bad."

The last time Millan had said he was fine…

"You sure? Cause I'm sure she wouldn't mind- “

"I said I'm fine!" Millan snapped. Then his features softened upon the worry on Weston's face. "Seriously. I'm not dizzy or feeling too hot. My stomach just went nuts on me for a second. Okay?"

Reluctantly, Weston nodded. "Fine. But tell me if it gets worse."

"Promise."

It did little to ease the anxiety. Even though those Millan’s body was almost considered healthy enough now, a simple coughing fit was enough to get Weston's heart racing.

Swallowing back the lump in his throat, Weston helped Millan back into bed and crawled in after him, pulling the omega close.

It had been a very hectic month. A lot of packs wanted to be their alliance and they had to actually examine their intentions thoroughly. There’s also a lot of activities all over the pack plus Millan is training their spies and military personnel.

Just the other day, Millan suffered from an allergic reaction from too much paint fumes from the new school being built in the pack. Weston almost pulled all his hair out because of it.

"Stop," Millan murmured.

"Stop what?" Weston asked, feigning ignorance.

"Worrying," Millan said. "I'm fine. And I'll tell you if I'm not fine. Believe me, I learned my lesson."

There was a tinge of hurt to his voice. Weston's arms tightened around his mate and he buried his face into Millan's soft hair.

"I know you will. But I won't ever stop worrying about you."

"You should," Millan replied. "I can see you graying in real-time."

He yelped as Weston nipped his ear. "Smart-ass," Weston said.

Millan smiled in delight.

*****

Weston was not feeling good.

He had been in constant worry over his mate. He woke up to Millan vomiting his guts out again. They were thinking that it could be a side effect of the antihistamine medication that he took before because Nara warned them of such side effects but this was getting ridiculous and worrisome.

He couldn’t concentrate in the Council meeting and everyone can sense his unease now. Unable to take it any longer, he stood up and looked at them apologetically.

“I’m sorry. Let’s continue this later. I just need to check on something.” Weston said, striding towards the door without stopping.

“Weston!” Amir called jogging after him.

Weston glanced back but did not stop. “What is it, Amir?” He asked once the omega is beside him, trying to at least keep up.

“What’s the matter, Weston? Is there something wrong with Millan? What is it? What do you feel?” the omega asked, worry lacing his voice.

“I don’t know, Amir. I just have this gut feeling. Millan’s been also under the weather this past couple days ever since he had an allergy attack. I just want to make sure he’s alright.” Weston stated, finally nearing the huge pack house.

Some of the pack members that they passed by greeted them and he did his best to at least smile or nod in acknowledgement but his mind was preoccupied right now and he was itching to see his mate so badly.

He saw Jace by the gardens and called him, asking about Millan’s whereabout. The two should be together right now.

This just made him feel more distressed, or is it Millan’s?

He doesn’t know anymore.

“Don’t worry. We just took a break. But Millan should be at the pack house now. That’s where he was headed when I asked him if he wants to accompany me here.” Jace said.

Weston nodded his thanks and change course, his feet now directing him to the pack house.

Jace asked Amir to stay back and asked him something about strategies with regards to the border.

Amir patted his back in goodbye, “Don’t worry too much, Weston. Millan’s fine.”

He just nodded but kept quiet.

The uneasiness was getting stronger by the second and he just wants to see Millan’s smiling face right now to keep him sane.

He strode in by the door and passed by the kitchen and living room where some of the pack members were lounging around. He took the stairs two steps at a time.

He passed by Andy on the second floor, carrying some documents that’s probably he was about to bring to Amir and Jace. They greeted each other and he told him where his siblings are exactly.

He could smell Millan’s scent now as he walked through the hallway towards their room.

“Millan?” Weston called as he opened their bedroom door seeing no one inside.

He stepped inside and followed Millan’s scent that is coming strongly from the bathroom. The door was open and as he went inside, his world stopped.

“Millan!” Weston shouted seeing his mate on the floor, slumped over the toilet seat.

His mate was sweating buckets and his skin was cold and clammy. The most frightening of it all is he is unresponsive.

"Love? Mill, wake up! Wake up, you can't leave me like they did. Please!" Weston cried shaking Millan and tapping his cheeks slightly.

When Millan didn't even stir, he got up and ran out of the room yelling for anybody cursing the palace for being enormous.

"Andy! Call Nara, something's wrong with Millan!" Weston yelled when he had caught sight of the alpha’s back about to turn around the corridor down the stairs.

He ran back to the room and knelt down by Millan taking his hand in his while stroking his cheek, finally letting the tears fall.

Tears that weren't being shed because he felt sorry for himself like he usually did, these were tears of desperation because he needed his mate to be okay. He couldn't lose him because if he did, then he'll be heartbroken and all alone again like before.

"Mill, I love you. I can't lose you, please." Weston cried clutching Millan gently to his body and gently lifting him up and carrying him to the bed.

"She’s here!" Andy yelled running in the room followed by Nara.

"What happened?" Nara asked, immediately going to Millan’s side and looking him all over.

“I don’t know. I just had this feeling, or maybe it was Millan’s. So I left the Council meeting. When I arrived here, he was slumped on the floor and unconscious.” Weston explained trying not to cry as he watched Nara work on Millan.

Nara opened Millan’s eyelids and examined it with a pen light, then she checked his pulse and his respiratory rate. “Andy, check the toilet if he vomited.”

Andy who was anxiously standing by the door went to the bathroom. Weston heard the opening and closing of the toilet seat before Andy stepped out.

“The toilet was very recently flushed though there were no traces, I’m sure it’s because Millan had vomited and managed to flush the toilet before losing consciousness.” Andy remarked.

“What did he eat before this happened?” Nara questioned.

“The usual breakfast and lunch, though he doesn’t have much of an appetite for the past couple days now. He did not go anywhere near the new building again, so no paint fumes.” Weston voiced out, before remembering something and telling it to Nara.

"A couple nights ago, he said he was hot earlier then he woke up freezing and vomiting." Weston explained sitting on the side of the bed and holding Millan’s hand.

It was not so clammy and cold now. Millan’s breathing was evening out and his complexion was returning to normal.

"He's waking up." Andy said moving forward to go stand by Millan.

"Millan, how do you feel?" Weston asked Millan who began groaning and curling up into a tiny ball.

"I- It hurts, m- my stomach. Oh god!" Millan screamed holding onto his stomach and squeezing Weston's hand.

"It might be his appendix; we need to get him to the hospital fast or it could cause a lot of damage." Nara said moving aside and out of the room, knowing that Weston is following behind, carrying Millan with Andy closing the door and trailing after them as well.