Page 70 of Unbreak Me

Day hesitated, glancing up from his phone. "I know, Jan."

"Of course, I stand by what I said earlier—I’m not going to push for it—"

He stepped closer, placing his hands on my chest.

"I really appreciate that. But I want you to know, I’m not afraid—not of you. Actually, it’s the opposite—I can’t wait. From what I’ve read, it’s supposed to be an incredible… ‘electric’ experience. And it could change so much for me, too. I found out the union between True Mates can even mitigate psychological wounds, make them less intense. There are so many benefits—beyond that, things like rejuvenation and physical healing. If it's true, my body could start getting younger, reverting back to my early twenties. It sounds almost unreal, but it’s what they say about True Mates."

"Yes. You’d physically be in your twenties again. The TM’s magic lowers the older partner’s age—or both if they’re above twenty-five."

"It’d be like going back in time to just after I broke up with Nico. Like my life was getting a reset—a second chance," Day whispered, his voice wavering.

I felt a strong wave of emotion from him and quickly wrapped my arms around him. He lifted his head, and our eyes met.

"Maybe Storm Nolan really is some kind of representative of Fate in a weird way—like he can sense the link between mates and arrange their meeting. It sounds silly, even poetic, but who knows…"

"Perhaps Fate decided I’ve had enough bad luck for one lifetime and sent Nolan to me. And I treated him so badly—argued with him, insulted him. I feel awful about it. I resisted him, and still, he kept reaching out—kept asking, even pleading."

"You had every reason to doubt him. Things like this aren’t exactly normal. It all sounds like some kind of fairy tale—or an urban legend."

He nodded, resting his forehead on my shoulder for a moment. Then, suddenly, he lifted his head and spoke with surprising conviction.

"Yeah… Jan. I’m ready. I know what I want. Tonight, we’ll find out—whether Nolan’s gift is just luck or something truly extraordinary."

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The workday felt like it dragged on forever. I could barely focus, constantly distracted by the persistent erection. Pruning was uncomfortable with my dick pressing firmly against my zipper, and packing orders wasn’t much better. I knew what was going to happen tonight, and the anticipation stuck with me all day.

Seeing Day during lunch when I came back home from the field only made it worse—in the best way. He was wearing a thin tank top that showed off his slim shoulders, and I noticed the faintest dusting of pale gold freckles on his skin. Honestly,I spent half the meal daydreaming about how I’d finally get to taste his skin tonight.

Maybe Day wouldn’t seem like the embodiment of desire to someone else, but to me, he was more irresistible than anyone I’d ever known.

It was in the way he moved—a kind of relaxed, thoughtful grace. Maybe even a bit of sexy phlegmatism, if there is such a thing. Or I invented it when I saw him? The frail lines of his shoulders and neck, his pretty ears, and his delicate jaw gave him this ethereal quality, like he was some kind of winter elf. I wanted him—all of him. That delicate body, so uniquely his. I wanted to hold him close, feel him trust me, give himself to me willingly, submit fully…

On some level, it felt kinda wrong to have these kinds of desires for him, given the situation, but the thought alone—of Day surrendering himself physically to me—sent feral waves of heat coursing through me. I wanted to be the one he could lose himself with completely, and… to restore his trust. Our suspicions about being True Mates had to be real, I almost demanded it from Fate!

Throughout the day, my attention kept faltering and was certainly not on the task at hand. While I was weeding in my greenhouse, with Milky hunting mole crickets just behind me, an unpleasant thought crept into my mind.

It dawned on me that Day would soon become the sole focus of the investigation—journalists calling, paparazzi sneaking around, sniffing for details, digging into his life.

Maybe there was another angle we hadn’t considered—another way to broaden Ferguson’s case, involving more people?

Day had mentioned something in passing about Ferguson’s PAs resigning en masse. It stuck with me—why would so many people leave one after another? There had to be more to that story.

The idea nagged at me enough that I pulled out my phone, hesitating for a moment before dialing my cousin Archer.

He liked to call himself one of the best hackers in the country, and he wasn’t wrong—though you’d never hear me say that to his face.

Archer was the kind of guy who would show up late to a family barbecue, but somehow everyone still thought he was the focal point of the party, with his strong presence and oozing confidence. Every omega stared at him—being seven feet tall—despite his rather conservative approach to relationships.

Archer had always been a part of my life in odd ways. Back in college, when I was living near him, depressed after countless rejections, he got me into martial arts. It started as something casual—a weekend thing—but soon turned into regular training. He also introduced me to gym life, which, surprisingly, has stuck to this day.

Half a year ago, we’d both been named beneficiaries in our late uncle’s will. Archer got the house and a trust fund, while I received some cash that ended up paying for my marriage contract with Day.

That windfall didn’t exactly win us points with the rest of the family, but the truth was, we hadn’t done anything to sway the uncle’s decision.

When Archer picked up, I could hear the surprise in his voice. We hadn’t talked in a while.

Without beating around the bush, I filled him in on my marriage to Day and mentioned the possibility that Day might actually be my True Mate.

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