15 - Problem With Alphas

“Hey, Mill, you awake?”

Millan closes the book he’d stolen from the library hastily and throws it under his pillow.

Weston opens the door to his room a second after.

That was close. He tries to look like he’s just woken up, yawning and stretching. He’s pretty confident in his act, although the bags under his eyes might be telling a different story.

He’s not too worried about that since Weston’s eyes are locked on the part of his stomach where his shirt has ridden.

Millan smirks, his wolf satisfied at the attention.

“Morning, Weston.”

Weston’s eyes snap back up to meet his eyes. He flushes and coughs.

“I’m going to make breakfast. You hungry.”

Millan hesitates. He was planning on going straight to the hardware store.

Weston rolls his eyes.

“That wasn’t a question, Millan. Come downstairs and eat breakfast.”

Sighing, Millan supposes he could eat before going to the store.

Rolling out of bed and getting dressed, he almost forgets about the book under his pillow. He shoves it in his backp