Page 79 of Unbreak Me

Day and I read them together. The police had received new evidence against Ferguson that painted an even darker picture.

An anonymous source had provided text messages and chat logs proving the senator candidate had harmed even more omegas than anyone had initially suspected.

And I had a strong suspicion about who was behind this.

That evening, I called Archer to thank him.

"Don’t thank me," he said firmly. "This was the best feeling I’ve ever had—helping bring justice in such an important case. The guy was a cold-hearted bastard."

"I hope you didn’t leave any trace?"

"To be honest, it doesn’t even matter. Most of these omegas, seeing what’s going on, decided to come forward and gave their testimonies to the police. They’re speaking out now, that he’s fallen from grace. Before, he threatened to kill them if they talked."

"I hope they shred him to pieces!"

The next two days were pivotal.

More and more omegas stepped forward to testify against Ferguson—not just his former PAs but other employees and professional acquaintances. By the end, the number of accusers totaled 27. He was done, it was obvious.

Seeing how quickly things unfolded, I was stunned. How had that monster gotten away with this for so long?

When Day read the news about their testimonies, he stared at the screen in silence for a long time.

Finally, he said, "My God. Justice will be served. It’s a miracle someone provided the police with that evidence, encouraging the other victims to step up."

I smiled. "I know exactly who did it. A few days ago, I asked my cousin Archer to look into Ferguson. He’s the best hacker I know."

Day turned to me, eyes wide in shock. "No! Seriously? You asked him to do that?"

"Yeah. I wanted to make sure that the police investigate this bastard thoroughly. And on the bright side, your case will be just one of many, and you won’t be the sole focus of the trial. Ferguson was arrogant enough to keep incriminating chat histories on his phone. The logs were full of details about what he did to his victims. He must’ve thought he was untouchable."

Day blinked at me, stunned. Then, without a word, he walked out to the terrace. His fists were clenched, and I could feel his emotions boiling over.

He stared up at the starry sky for what felt like forever. I hesitated before quietly joining him.

At last, he faced me. "I can’t believe it. You really left no stone unturned, attacking him from all sides."

"Fate wanted justice for all of you—for your suffering," I said quietly.

Day shook his head slowly. "When we first met, I thought you were this gentle, soft guy—like a golden retriever type. A cinnamon roll. Your warmth and gentle approach to me made me think you were more aligned with beta energy."

I winced, averting my eyes because what he said stung. Day grabbed my hand, forcing me to turn back to him. "But!" He almost growled, his jaw tightening. "I was completely wrong, Jan. You. Yes, you! The one mistaken for a beta a hundred times.Rejected by other omegas. You… you’re a true, priceless alpha. The kind who protects the innocent and punishes evil. Ferguson never saw you coming, and you created a true avalanche. Unrelentless. Unstoppable."

Day placed his hands on my shoulders.

"You did this for me. You heard me. You saw me. My tragedy. I—I was nothing. Insignificant. Trampled. But you made me rise."

He squeezed my arms, his eyes intense.

"Still waters run deep, Jan. No one should EVER underestimate you."

Feeling strangely perplexed by his passionate words, I muttered, "Day, I just did what needed to be done. He’ll be in jail forever. There’s no way out for him now."

He nodded slowly, his gaze still fixed on me. "People shouldn’t cross you. They’d never know what hit them." He smiled gently, "You’re everything I ever imagined a true alpha to be."

Something inside me expanded—something vast, like a universe opening up.

"Thank you for saying that, Day," I whispered. "You have no idea how much it means to me after all those years of rejection, and being reminded that I’m not-alpha-enough."

---