Page 14 of Unbreak Me

They were? I froze, blinking in disbelief. Such a strange match. The alpha was a hunk, and while the omega looked cute, he definitely wasn’t in the same league as Nolan. But the fact that this guy had found his True Mate shifted something in me. Maybe Nolan’s words carried some weight after all? It surely wasn’t a logical conclusion—it could’ve been a coincidence—but it gave me the tiny push I needed.

Feeling reckless—like I was diving into uncharted waters—I asked weakly, "Do you really have such good intuition?"

"Yes! Excellent!" Nolan grinned. "I just want you to try talking to Day. One conversation on the company’s dime. A 100% discount!"

I smiled hesitantly. "Well, that does sound kinda tempting."

Before making my final decision, I turned slightly because from where I stood, I could still see the smoking section. But Day wasn’t there anymore; he’d probably gone back inside.

So it was all on me. I eyed Nolan again. Was I doing myself more harm by agreeing to this? Ironically, though, his delusional pitch—"I have great intuition"—stirred something in me and helped me push through my fear.

It might be nice to try not giving up for a change.

"Okay, one conversation," I whispered, barely audible.

Nolan’s face lit up, and the little red-haired omega beamed too.

"Is it about the surrogacy guy?"

"Yes, it’s about him," Nolan replied. "I have a strong feeling that something may come out of this."

"That would be wonderful if he found somebody. Poor guy."

I furrowed my brows but didn’t respond as we began walking back toward the hall. Nolan led his True Mate by the hand, while I trailed behind, feeling like a fifth wheel. Waves of bitterness surged through me, but oddly… so did waves of fragile hope.

We entered the hall and quickly made our way to the aisle where Day was sitting.

This time, he wasn’t smoking; evidently, he’d had his fill outside. He sat with his legs crossed, leaning his head against the headrest and staring at the ceiling. He looked pensive, his brows furrowed.

The moment he saw me again, he grimaced, just as unpleasantly. Nothing had changed. I was still persona non grata. Or more precisely,betanon grata.

But this time, Nolan said, "Please wait here for a moment; I’ll have a quick word with Day."

Having no other choice, I was left alone with his omega, who looked at me attentively, even offering a small, reassuring smile. He smelled like a mated omega, his scent matching Nolan's.

"What’s it like, having your True Mate?" I murmured, just to fill the silence.

"Amazing. There’s nothing better!"

"People say being with your True Mate is overwhelming. Like merging into one person, lives becoming inseparable."

"Maybe that kind of closeness scares some people, but not me. I’ve always wanted this—an intense, tight bond. And now I have it—only recently—but it already feels like I’m walking on air! Storm is so wonderful and so good to me. I’m his whole world!"

I didn’t respond because… what could I say? Curse ugly, since it was exactly what I dreamt of, craved to have?

Why would I pour my bitterness onto this little guy? With his birthmark, he probably hadn’t had it easy either. His happiness didn’t take away from mine.

"I'm Jan, by the way."

"Damien."

We exchanged handshakes. The omega tilted his head, watching me closely.

"Do you want it too? To find your perfect mate?"

I shrugged. "I kinda gave up on finding anyone, for that matter. A fated mate sounds like nothing but a fairytale to me."

He wrinkled his small freckled nose. "I had the same pessimistic attitude just one week ago. I didn’t believe anyone would want me. But the miracle happened!"

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