Page 13 of Unbreak Me

Why the hell did I even come here? The stupid plan to fend off Uncle Frank… Even a raggedly dressed smoker in Section C treated me like all the other omegas at dance parties. As a beta.Inadequate. I was always written off. At first sight, from the very beginning.

Was I pitying myself?

Yes. But who wouldn’t give up after being rejected countless times, for fuck’s sake? Feeling the painfully persistent disappointment, I squeezed my eyelids shut.

Could someone, just once in my life, look at me and say:

Yes, I choose you, Jan. Yes, you're the one I want, without any ‘buts’.

For a moment, I hesitated.

Then it suddenly hit me. What if no one had that luxury? What if we all had to struggle through our lives, stumbling every step of the way?

What if I wanted too much? What if everyonewassomeone else’s ‘second choice’?

Was I just making a fuss unnecessarily? Sadly, after so many years of failures, I guess I couldn’t approach it with a clear head.

Still, with a masochistic sense of relief, I concluded that the fair had been yet another one of Uncle Frank’s insane ideas. I promised myself I wouldn’t let him talk me into participating in such nonsense ever again.

With that decision firmly made, I left the cafeteria and headed for the side exit—the main one was way too crowded.

To the left of the exit was a designated area where contractees gathered to smoke.

To my surprise, I noticed… Day standing there, too.

My heart sped up. I had no idea why he was out there when he had no problem smoking inside his glass booth! Maybe he just wanted some ‘fresh’ air? Or to stretch his legs? He stood leaning casually against the wall, smoking a cigarette at a significant distance from the other contractees, who were chatting animatedly. He looked like he didn’t belong.

As I got closer, he turned and glared at me. A shiver ran down my spine again. For some reason, I got even more insecure. I averted my eyes, regret filling my heart as I headed toward the parking lot. It felt like a thin rubber line stretched between us—one that would snap at any moment as I walked away. It actually hurt, and I slowed down…

Suddenly, I witnessed another scene. From a nearby parked car emerged a short, slightly chubby omega with curly red-pinkish hair and a large, rose-shaped birthmark on his cheek.

He was heading toward the building in the opposite direction of where I was going. Then, a smile lit up his face—like sunlight breaking through clouds—as his eyes locked on someone walking behind me. I stopped.

I don’t know why—I had no reason to care. But then I turned to see who he was looking at with such joy, and my jaw nearly dropped.

It was Storm Nolan!

Nolan scooped the little omega up into his arms and spun him around in the air before they exchanged passionate kisses.

I stood there, dumbfounded, staring even though I knew I shouldn’t. I should’ve looked away, but I couldn’t. Painful jealousy stabbed at my heart.

The omega noticed me over Nolan’s shoulder and muttered something to him.

Nolan turned quickly. Evidently, he hadn’t recognized me from behind. He put the omega down, took his hand in a loving gesture, and approached me.

"Mr. Wilson, maybe I can still persuade you to give Day another chance? Trust me—I have a really extraordinary intuition!" he said, almost pleading.

"He really does!" the chubby omega added enthusiastically, his wide smile radiating pure happiness. He practically glowed,his entire aura so bright it made my heart tighten once again with an unpleasant pang of unhealthy jealousy.

Other people were happy, in love, but I didn’t have that. Was it my own doing?

"Please, Mr. Wilson, I beg you. Give Day a chance. You two are connected—"

I don’t know why, but I suddenly blurted out to the omega, "Is he your husband?"

Why did I care? I was completely jittery, feeling like jelly inside.

The guy practically beamed. "Even better! He’s my True Mate!"

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