JAN. 2
I woke up around 6 am. Day was still asleep, sweetly curled up against my side, his warm cheek resting on my shoulder. Carefully, I slid his head off, got up slowly, and headed downstairs.
When I entered the kitchen, Max and Buddy greeted me with excited barking, and I let them out of their kennels.
Almost at the same moment, I heard my phone beep with a text message from… Storm Nolan!
Imagine my surprise when I read these words: "Good morning. I was curious how things are going on your end. I thought it’d be nice to let you know that out of the four clients I worked with during the last fair, two have already been confirmed as True Mates’ pairing—I just got the news today. I hope things are going well for you too. Best regards, Storm Nolan."
Feeling a surge of emotions, I practically ran to the terrace and collapsed into a chair. Straightaway, I hit the call button, even though it wasn’t even 7 am yet. Nolan picked up immediately.
"Hello, good morning, Mr. Wilson. I hope I’m not catching you at a bad time?"
"No, not at all. Everything’s great. I was just really blown away by your message about True Mates. Are you serious? Something like that actually happened? You managed to put together such fantastic matches?"
Nolan laughed heartily.
"Well, even I’m surprised, but I’m still discovering this talent of mine—"
"If two out of four found their True Mates… wait! Day was curious about this guy, Star—"
He snorted. "I probably shouldn’t tell you exactly who it was—"
"Come on, just tell me if Star’s contract was bought. We can figure out the rest!"
Nolan chuckled. "Alright, fine. All my clients’ contracts were bought. That much I can share, but no more details. I’m really excited about it, though. But enough about them—how are things going on your end?"
I hesitated, biting my lip before replying, "Not that it’s any of your business, but at this point, Day and I haven’t… slept together yet, so we don’t have a final confirmation. But there are some strong signs suggesting we might be another TM case." I couldn’t bring myself to say the full term aloud.
Storm made a sudden gasp. "Seriously? That would be wonderful! Though, honestly, I’m not entirely surprised. The moment I saw you with Day, it was like this golden energy flowing between you two. It’s hard to explain, but I just knew I had to set up your pairing."
"A golden energy? That sounds… odd."
He chuckled, his tone raspy. "I know. It doesn’t seem remotely logical, but I can’t help what I see. It’s like this golden glow on you two. Not everyone has that exact color, but it’s always bright and vivid. Anyway, what clues did you notice?"
"Well, for starters, I can sense what Day’s feeling—almost like I don’t even need to look at him to know his emotional state. I’ve never been great at reading people, but with him, it’s like there’s some strange quasi-telepathic link between us."
"Ah, that’s how it began for me too," Nolan said. "From the start, I felt like I could sense Damien’s emotions, even while on suppressants. There was also this bizarre pull toward him. You might not pick up on it as strongly since you’re already living together, but that pull becomes almost impossible to resist with True Mates."
"Does it also, uh, translate to… intimacy? If you don’t mind me asking. Like, an unusual ease in, well, getting aroused and, um, quick finishing?" I blurted out, struggling a bit.
He laughed lightly, also sounding a bit embarrassed. "Oh, definitely. It’s shockingly easy, even with minimal stimulation. And, of course, there’s the whole multiple orgasms thing—not exactly typical for me before."
"It hasn’t been like this since I was a teenager, and now, out of nowhere, it’s like a revelation."
"What about Allure? Are you both still on suppressants?"
"That’s actually another thing. I’ve been dragging my feet on starting mine, but Day forgot to take his pill the other day. And last night, we both thought we were picking up on some scent, really pleasant."
"That’s fantastic news! Honestly, Day should consider coming off suppressants entirely…"
"We’ve decided to give it a try—for one day, at least—to see how things progress."
Nolan let out a huff. "I’m so grateful you shared this with me. It’s not just professionally important—I truly want the best for Day. He deserves it. We didn’t have the best start, but I could sense there was a whole story behind his attitude."
"And there is, believe me. Okay, I’ll keep you updated if anything else happens. Oh, by the way, if you don’t mind me asking something personal… Is your True Mate a rose omega?"
Nolan went quiet for a moment. "I really shouldn’t disclose that—it’s a private matter."
"Of course, no need to answer. Day and I just got the impression because, well, you’re so tall, and we kinda suspect you’re a purple alpha, and I’ve read that rose omegas and purple alphas often end up as True Mates. Well, it may seem far-fetched, but—"
"To protect our privacy, I can neither confirm nor deny. Rose omegas face a lot of public interest and fetishization, so…"
"Absolutely, no need to explain. I was just curious because some theories suggest that folks with the most alien DNA might have certain… extra talents, so perhaps what you did wasn’t entirely unscientific."
Nolan laughed awkwardly. "I can’t say for sure, but I’ve heard that too. Who knows what kind of secrets are hiding in our genes?"
"Anyway, I’ll keep you posted. If it turns out we’re True Mates, you’ll be the first to know. I can’t imagine a better pairing than this!"
"That’s true. Best of luck—I’ll be waiting to hear from you!"
Feeling energized, I headed for a shower, then went to the kitchen to prepare breakfast for Day and me. Just as I finished, he came downstairs, towel-drying his hair. Our eyes met, and it felt like a spark passed between us. We both flushed red.
I told Day about my conversation with Storm Nolan, and I could see it hit him just as hard as it had hit me. At the same time, though, he seemed even more nervous.
He sat there for a while, chewing a piece of bacon I’d made for him. Finally, he said, "I’m happy these other guys found their matches, but I’m scared to let myself hope for a miracle like that. I’m forcing myself to hold back, honestly. I’ve decided to just wait until things are more certain."
I nodded in understanding, though the impatience was nearly boiling in me. "Makes sense. It’s better to wait—no point in celebrating too early."
Still, a strange eagerness stubbornly burned in me like a conflagration. So when we finished eating and Day stood up to load the dishwasher, I walked over to him without thinking. He turned to me, surprised, as I wrapped my arms around his waist. Leaning in, I pressed my nose to the bare skin of his neck glands.
Taking a deep breath, I realized eight hours had passed since I last sniffed him. I was hoping for a change—and I wasn’t disappointed.
"Hmm… it’s even clearer now! I think we’re getting close. It’s so sweet—like violets and strawberries. Nice combo!"
Day’s steel-gray eyes locked onto mine, and he started breathing faster.
"Apparently, every True Mate has a unique scent—a mix of fruity, floral, earthy…"
Curiously, neither of us reacted strongly to the word, even though it was the first time it had been said out loud in the context of our relationship. It felt as if it had already been hanging in the air, making it hardly a shock.
"It’s supposedly difficult to describe, but people say it’s always very sweet and pleasant," Day continued.
As he spoke, he pulled me closer, burying his nose in my neck glands. He let out a low, vibrating sound I instantly recognized, despite never having heard it from any other guy before.
It was the omega version of ‘Appreciation’, linked with many possible meanings, but it also usually signaled sexual interest in another person and an expression of excitement.
"Mmm… I’m starting to pick up on something too. It’s still faint, but if I had to describe it, I’d say it smells like a pine forest and a fresh spring meadow… So soothing, so relaxing."
He pressed his body against mine and I noticed that we both had erections. Day seemed strangely impatient, as he turned his head so that our lips could meet. I felt waves of incredibly strong desire, and my blood rushed to my head and other parts of my body in an even greater surge, making me dizzy. I pulled him closer and my hands moved hungrily down his slender back to his round butt. I squeezed it gently, and he moaned. Suddenly, he did something I wouldn't have expected—he started sliding down toward the floor and dropped to his knees.
I stared at him with wide eyes as he unzipped my pants, and my dick sprang out… Day's eyes locked onto it, as he grasped the shaft. I saw his delicate, pink lips move over the head of my penis. I let out a low sound that I couldn't control—this time it was the alphas’ version of ‘Appreciation’.
"I hope this is okay with you?" he muttered.
"More than okay," I croaked out, unable to believe what was happening—but at the same time incredibly thrilled.
As he took me into his warm, wet mouth, I thought with some regret that this was probably the biggest downside of this whole situation—I just couldn't hold back. It was an embarrassingly short blowjob.
"I… any second now—" I barely got the words out before I came in Day's mouth, filling it so quickly that some of it spilled out onto his chin. But he licked it all up with a distinctive smirking expression on his face.
"I'm glad you look happy, even though I didn't exactly show any staying power," I muttered, amused.
"I'm not bothered by that at all, mainly because we just got another proof."
"What do you mean?"
"Taste. I read somewhere that for True Mates, the taste of their partner's jizz isn't bitter or salty, but sweet, almost like cream."
"And does it taste that way?" I asked, amazed, even though I'd tasted Day’s sweet cum earlier, but I was too afraid to talk about it, not wanting to embarrass myself.
"Yeah, it’s amazing. I can’t say I was much of a fan before—when I was with Nico, I avoided it as much as I could. But, uh, sorry for bringing that up. I probably shouldn’t talk about exes at a time like this, but it’s a pretty important comparison!"
I laughed. "If it turns out to be true, you can talk about him all day, every day. I won’t feel jealous or threatened in the slightest—because at that point, we’ll belong to each other forever. True Mates overwrite every ex in one fell swoop!"
I helped him to his feet and pulled him close to me. When I kissed him, I could taste myself on his lips, but for me, it seemed just… normal. Still, it felt good to know that it was obviously different for Day. As I held him, I could tell he had an erection as well.
"You feel like…?"
"I do, but I really can’t right now. That’s the third text I’ve heard come in. One of the authors I’m working with is having a takeover day, and they need me to write a few posts. I’m pretty sure they’re losing their shit right now. I have to deal with it, but hey, what’s postponed isn’t lost."
He gave me a half-shy, half-seductive smile. Hard to describe how much his whole energy had shifted lately—like he’d become more vibrant, even more beautiful in my eyes. He didn’t look as thin anymore; he’d filled out a bit in the last two weeks, no longer all sharp edges. His face was softer, more relaxed, and his eyes… Well, I’d always adored his eyes.
Now, standing there, he looked so ethereal and irresistible at the same time. I almost trembled with the desire to hold him, to kiss him, to feel him under me. I wanted to hear him moan… Ugh, I was getting ahead of myself.
Still, this growing awareness of what we could be was rising between us and felt like an unstoppable wave, lifting us higher and higher.
Finally, my excitement got the better of me. "Day… you know what the ultimate confirmation is—for being True Mates, right?"
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.
Archer was stunned—but in a good way. He congratulated me, his enthusiasm genuine. Then, as I mentioned the name of the matchmaking agency, something clicked for him. He told me that his best friend had recently gotten into trouble with the law and was being considered for the Second Chance program to avoid jail time, with Fate’s Choice mediating the process.
"Well," I said, "your friend might be in luck. They’ve got Storm Nolan on their roster, and that guy can apparently conjure up True Mates out of thin air."
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At this, Archer burst out laughing. "Storm Nolan?" he interrupted. "You’re kidding. I went to college with his brother. My best friend is actually Storm’s cousin!"
Small world, I thought. I assured Archer that if Storm was involved, his friend would likely be fine. Nolan seemed like the type to bend over backward to ensure a happy ending—with the use of his mysterious skills, of course.
After a few more minutes of exchanging gossip and catching up, I steered the conversation to why I’d called. I explained Day’s story to Archer, keeping the more harrowing details to myself, and mentioned the pattern of PAs fleeing from Ferguson’s employ.
"There’s got to be something there," I said. "If you could… you know, do your thing and take a careful look, maybe we could dig up even more dirt on him?"
Archer’s interest was piqued. He promised to see what he could find, though he warned me not to expect miracles right away.
"These things take time," he admitted, "but I’ll let you know if I find anything."
When I hung up, I felt lighter, like a weight had been lifted from my shoulders, I knew Archer was the best person for the job.
At least I wasn’t leaving any stone unturned—knowing we were exploring every possible angle to make Ferguson’s life hell was oddly satisfying.
As I finished watering the vegetables, my impatience to see Day grew, and I still had to mow the lawn. As I did it, my focus narrowed entirely on my husband—his face, his smile, his presence. Everything else faded away.
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When I finished all my daily duties, I practically rushed into the house and jumped into the shower.
After emerging from the bathroom, I glanced around, but Day was nowhere to be found; only dinner was on the table. I devoured it in a few big bites, my excitement steadily rising. Then I brushed my teeth and headed upstairs to his room.
The door was wide open, and I stopped in the doorway, just taking him in.
Day was lying in the middle of a large nest, completely naked, and our eyes met. I swallowed hard.
I knew this was The Moment. We were about to become one. I slowly approached the bed, feeling my excitement build. Our eyes were still locked, and Day’s pupils were dilated.
"Have you been waiting for me?" I asked in a low voice.
"I have."
"And… I've been waiting for you too, my whole life."
I moved in closer and slowly climbed onto the mattress, careful not to disturb his nest, which was meticulously woven and very impressive. He must’ve spent quite a lot of time working on it.
A clear idea of how I wanted this to go had already formed in my head—after all, I’d had the whole day to plan it.
I started by leaning in and gently kissing his forehead, then the tip of his nose, his cheeks, but I skipped his lips. Then, I continued my journey, moving my lips down to his jaw, chin, neck, collarbone, shoulders, and then I covered his swollen nipples with soft, gentle kisses. The sounds he made were simply divine, sweet and inviting—very telling in AO mating language—encouraging, even demanding our merging.
My kisses were light, almost feather-like, and I kept moving them lower and lower down his stomach, leaving a few on his shaft and balls, then I shifted down to his thighs, knees, calves, and his small, bony feet—I kissed those too. Day looked at me the whole time, and his breathing was rapid.
"I desire you," I said simply.
Then, he slowly but very sensually spread his legs, inserting two fingers into his hole. "I'm giving this to you."
My eyebrows shot up. "Wow, I didn't take you for a dirty talker," I muttered.
But right away, my gaze fixed on that spot with great intensity.
"A closer inspection is needed…" I murmured as I slid down and leaned in to lick him there.
Day let out a very sensual, low sound as my tongue swirled around his pink bud.
My excitement was building rapidly, but I knew I had to give him time. So, I spent a long moment preparing him, first softening him up with rimming, then inserting one finger, then two, and finally three. Day took it well, breathing deeply and staring at the ceiling.
Finally, I lifted myself up and settled between his legs, my hands running along the slender lines of his body, my thumbs brushing against his erect nipples. I grazed his hard cock, which was proudly pointing up, then I bent his legs, draping them over mine, and leaned to delicately kiss him on the lips.
"You taste like me," he murmured.
"Good taste, huh?"
For a moment, our lips softly slid against each other, but the kisses were light and tender. At the same time, the tip of my penis began to apply pressure on his entrance.
"Can I have you?"
"Yes."
I pressed in harder.
Day was astonishingly tight, considering he'd given birth to eight children. I felt my pleasure building, my suspicion growing, the tension in my balls seeming to reach a peak even before we'd really started…
One more thrust of my hips, and I plunged into him all the way, well aware what was just happening…
The powerful pressure wasn't an accident. The moment I was fully sheathed inside him, I experienced the greatest pleasure I'd ever felt.
It was like an explosion…
Something inside me unwound like a tightly coiled spring, and I burst into pure light!
Around us, impressive electrical sparks of discharge appeared in the air, similar to a swirling, giant snowflake. Our bodies tensed up together as if we'd been electrocuted, and our throats let out cries of ecstasy.
I'd never felt this way before in my life. I was trembling with bliss, at the same time filled with a surprisingly clear understanding of what has just taken place.
Day and I were indeed True Mates.
We just got an irrefutable proof of it.
"We are…" I stuttered, my voice breaking with emotion, as I fixed my gaze on Day's face.
He was staring back at me, blinking in shock.
"Impossible, and yet it's true… that big stormy jerk was actually right!"
And he chuckled—which I felt on my dick as his passage rippled a bit.
"He was right, but I suspected it from the very beginning, when I walked into the booth. I had a vision of us together, embracing in the storm. At the edge of my consciousness, I could sense it."
Day blinked.
"Seriously? I had the same vision! I thought I was going crazy, seeing things."
"And yet it's true, Day. Fate has been generous to us."
I leaned in and softly kissed him on the lips. Only then did I notice tears welling up in the corners of his eyes, and from his mind emanated a burst of happiness mixed with… despair! I quickly kissed each tear away, one by one.
"Shh, my love, everything will be okay now, everything will be perfect, Day."
"I know. It's hard to believe that I met you, that we found each other. It’s like a dream, Jan."
He pulled me in tighter, and as I continued to kiss his face lightly, my hips started to move, almost involuntarily.
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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