Page 73 of Unbreak Me

I wanted to prolong this moment of our first Joining. Day held me very close, and we made love leisurely, embracing each other tightly, lost in bliss. As I was inside him, I felt a deep bond with him on every level, including mentally. I knew he'd been craving exactly this kind of sex—slow, gentle, and tender. He didn't want me to fuck him senselessly, wildly. Day needed an intense, deep, prolonged intimacy, in which he could merge with me, our energies could entangle with each other, our souls unite, and our essence could freely exchange, healing in the process.

As we made love together, I rocked into him, swayed over him, and slid into him, lovingly, smoothly, and rhythmically.My lips brushed against his face, placing tender kisses on his temples, light as a feather's touch. From time to time, a single tear would roll down his cheek, and I would gently kiss it away, erasing the pain and replacing it with happiness. His tears were a testament to the catharsis going on inside him, and I was honored to be the one to accompany him on this healing journey.

This intimate Joining lasted for quite some time, and we both found ourselves lost in the passing minutes, our bodies syncing in perfect harmony.

We orgasmed multiple times, never losing our erections—another perk of our status as True Mates. After each climax, I rested with my head on his neck, still inside Day, our minds remaining intertwined. I could sense his every thought and emotion. It was perfect. Then, without severing our connection, I would simply resume our lovemaking, my hips would smoothly restart rocking in long, slow thrusts.

As time passed, our bond grew stronger, I could reach deeper into his heart, and what I saw there touched me profoundly.

As Nico said, Day was truly pure-hearted and trusting, and he wanted to trust again, to belong once more. In this union of our souls, I gave him my pledge to be with him, for him, always, until the end of our lives. And as we lay there, wrapped in each other's arms, I knew that my lonely existence on this plantation had come to an end.

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When I woke up, Day wasn’t beside me. I sat up quickly, glancing at the slightly messed-up nest. A pang of guilt hit me—Day had worked so hard to make it perfect—but I hoped he could restore it to its former glory later. After a quick wash, I headed downstairs to the kitchen.

Our Bond was now almost palpable between us, an intense energetic link. I simply knew Day was there; I could now locate him even from a distance and sense what mood he was in.

He was busy making breakfast, and it was like he’d been infused with new life. His movements were lively, and he was even humming softly in his pleasant tenor voice. He bustled around the kitchen like it was the best day of his life. Maybe it was?

Milky and Fuzz were also there, sitting close to him, as if he were a source of warmth and light that drew them. And he drew me in too!

I approached him quietly, and when he turned to see me, we locked eyes for a moment. Then, all of a sudden, he rushed toward me and threw his arms around me, hugging me tightly.

We stood there by the kitchen counter, holding each other close, our gazes connected.

"Our life… it’s going to be so completely different from what I imagined back when I agreed to that marriage contract," Day whispered softly. "It’s hard to believe Fate gave me something like this. Sometimes, I even think everything I went through was worth it… if it led to this kind of—"

His words cut off suddenly.

A strange crackling noise broke the silence, followed by the sound of the terrace door being shoved open.

I immediately regretted letting Max and Buddy stay in their kennels for this night.

They only barked frantically as a man stepped inside, and my eyes widened.

He was an omega, taller than average, about my height, with long platinum blond hair tied back in a thick ponytail.

His face… it was almost unnaturally beautiful, like something out of a fantasy novel, as if he’d been painted on an illustration of elven royalty. Every feature was flawless, not asingle imperfection to be found. But as striking as he was, there was something oddly familiar about him. I was sure I’d seen that face before—and not long ago.

Day turned sharply, noticing my shocked expression, his own mouth falling open in surprise.

The man was holding a gun, pointing it directly at us.

"Jared?" Day managed to choke out.

Now I knew. I had seen his face a few days ago—on my laptop screen while researching the Fergusons. The view had left me stunned.

In person, he looked even more impressive than in the staged photos, where he had a slightly doll-like quality. His beauty was the kind that would momentarily short-circuit your brain.

But it was almost too much. His appearance was intimidating, unnervingly perfect—like an AI-rendered vision of ideal proportions—an android’s beauty that felt somewhat unsettling.

His piercing green eyes landed on Day first, then shifted to me. His lips—raspberry-red and sensually full—twisted into a bitter smirk.

It also looked like his face was covered with a pretty thick layer of concealer, which made me wonder…

"Hello, Day. Long time no see," Jared said slowly.

Day, remarkably calm, blinked once and replied evenly, "What brings you here, Jared? And why the gun?"

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