Page 80 of Unbreak Me

"You don’t need me reaffirming who you are, Jan. You are an alpha. Period. One hundred percent. I was nothing, and he was everything. Now, he’s nothing—a simple inmate. And I… I can hold my head high, thanks to you. You freed me from paralyzing fear. You… unbroke me, Jan."

Suddenly, Day bent over slightly, his fingers clutching my arms, his face turning red as he exhaled a long breath. Then he looked up at me. "It’s starting, Jan."

A shiver ran through me. "Your heat?"

"Yes. I feel the first cramp."

I wrapped my arms around him as he trembled lightly.

For a moment, he gazed at me. "I was a late bloomer. My first heat didn’t come until I was twenty-one. A year later, Nico and I broke up. It will be only my second heat with another person."

"Are you afraid of how it will go?"

He laughed warmly. "Not with you. Never with you! My heats are short but intense. I know you’ll be with me the whole time."

I kissed his forehead. "That’s a given."

Then he frowned slightly, hesitating. "But are you sure? About what we discussed—about a child?"

"Absolutely," I said firmly. "I’ve always wanted a big family. Six kids, at least."

Day burst out laughing. "I’m not saying no. I do have some experience!"

Then he pressed his lips to mine, and we didn’t let go of each other.

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Another surprise awaited me when we stumbled into the bedroom, tightly entwined, and I saw a new version of his nest—it was made half from the nesting materials I had bought for him and half from my clothes. Not a single thing was from his past. It was a wide, two-person structure, meticulously woven and, to be honest, beautiful. The colors were vivid, intense. I would have loved to take a moment to admire it, but Day didn’t let me.

We collapsed onto the bed together, our bodies entangled, our lips locked almost permanently. Hands moved nervously and quickly, removing every piece of clothing. Once we were both naked, Day immediately pulled his knees up to his chest, inviting me into his body.

The first thrust, sliding into his tight, already wet channel, was enough—I was immediately flooded with a wave of blinding pleasure. I probably made a very embarrassing sound, but during the heat, premature orgasms didn't bother anybody—we would both stay hard no matter what. My blood was boiling, my rut kicking in automatically, as my entire body went into a state of permanent hormonal readiness, to become a tireless lover for Day for as long as he needed me.

When I opened my eyes, which had been squeezed shut, my gaze met Day's. His cheeks were red, and I realized there was a wet splash on his stomach. That was a bit of a relief; we were both in this together, matching in lust and intensity.

We exchanged shy smiles, and I started moving inside him almost instinctively, feeling our minds connecting and merging. The moment the link solidified, I could sense what Day wanted: he still expected slow, gentle sex, not the energetic, wild fucking that many omegas craved during heat, or so I'd heard.

So I gave him exactly what he wanted, rocking at a steady, calm pace, because I was there for him, not the other way around. I knew our sex wasn’t quite what it could be if Day hadn’t been through trauma, but I was immensely grateful we could still share his heat together.

His thoughts told me that over the years, since the events at the Fergusons' house, a desperate need for this kind of closeness had gradually grown in him—a stark contrast to the cruel violence he had been forced to endure.

It was his own form of escapism, and his fantasies revolved around moments like this: being held in someone's arms and loved gently. Now, as this imagined scenario could finally come true, I wanted to offer it to him, no questions asked, and fulfill his dream.

Time passed as I swayed and rocked in our close embrace. My eyes were locked with his, and it was really intense to look atanother human being for such a long time without averting my gaze. The longer we made love in this way, as I moved leisurely inside him, I started to sense on a very deep level—a faint, subtle desire rising in him for this heat to be something more: a real, wild ride, like the ones other couples shared under normal circumstances. He knew he wasn't ready for that yet and had to get there gradually, but a part of him wished to reach a state of mind that would allow for just enthusiastic… fucking.

But we were where we were, and I was far from complaining, just finding simple joy in the fact that he was inviting me into himself, letting me experience my first rut with an omega. Some part of him was healed enough to give in to the pleasure, and it alone was worth celebrating.

When the first wave passed, we went to the bathroom to freshen up and then to the kitchen for something to eat. That’s when I noticed another shift in Day.

Honestly, ever since we met, I’d seen little pieces of him thawing, but in the last few days, it felt like a true avalanche of change. He was happy—truly happy—and it radiated from him, saturating him to his core.

It was almost as if that happiness became what he was made of, the building blocks of his very being. He had this infectious smile on his face, and every now and then, he’d come over to brush his hand over my shoulder or ruffle my hair. There was this warm, intimate vibe between us—something completely new to me, but it seemed to come so naturally to him. Maybe it was just part of his inherently sweet personality?

Later, I went to get a few orders ready for customers while Day sat down to write some posts. I was halfway through packing anActinidia melanandraseedling when he suddenly burst into the room, holding out his phone, quite excited.

"Look at this! I can’t believe it. It’s an interview Nico did with Sebastien Lowen from The Omega Red Line Agency!"

I froze, and we both stared at the article. Sure enough, Nico had interviewed the head of the country’s largest organization tackling omega abuse. The case had clearly gone straight to the top, becoming high-profile, and Ferguson was in the thick of it, facing tremendous trouble. Red Line was known for being ruthless and incredibly effective.

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