Unbreak Me (Fate’s Choice #3)

JAN. 4

Later that afternoon, as we were back at home, more news about Ferguson started coming in, confirming some of my suspicions.

The first headline on the East Times website read:

"Even More Allegations Against Senator Candidate Mark F.?"

It didn’t take long for articles to literally flood the internet.

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."

"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 at another 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 an Actinidia melanandra seedling 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.

"Well, I don’t know why I’m even surprised," Day murmured as we finished reading. "Nico’s husband, Angelo, is Sebastian’s nephew. The Lowens stick together. Obviously, Nico can pull strings to get Red Line involved. And this will definitely boost East Times magazine’s clicks." He sighed, though there was a touch of humor in it.

"Sure, it might help his magazine, but there’s nothing wrong with that," I said. "Honestly, this is amazing. Nico really did the right thing, even if he’s also keeping an eye on his clicks."

Day didn’t answer, looking pensive.

"As you remember, I thought about them at the beginning," I added. "But Red Line is a private foundation—they can’t take on every case of abuse. They focus on the worst of the worst, and at first, it was only about your case. But now? With the other omegas coming forward, this has grown and seems like a perfect fit for Red Line."

Day nodded. "It’s definitely turned into a media sensation. He’s a senate candidate—and there are 27 victims! Red Line doesn’t usually bother with small matters, but when they take on something this big, oh, it’s brutal."

I couldn’t help but grin. "Red Line is known for stripping offenders of everything they own. Ferguson won’t have a dime left, and he’s definitely heading for a life sentence. They’ve got the best lawyers—an army of them—and they put massive pressure on courts to hand down harsh verdicts."

Day scratched his chin thoughtfully. "Whatever’s left of Ferguson’s assets will be split among the omegas as compensation. Honestly, I think Jared’s fear of ending up broke was totally justified."

A brief silence fell between us, and I knew I had to say something, albeit hesitantly.

"I admit, storming in here with a gun didn’t exactly win Jared any sympathy points from me. But I feel for him. He’s, in a way, another victim of Ferguson."

Day sighed. "Yeah, I know he’s suffered so much. And now, no one will sympathize with him or help him. He has no family, except for Alex, who’s a teacher and doesn’t have the means to support Jared and Tommy. People don’t know Ferguson beat him and treated him like a slave."

I let out a small sigh. "Day, don’t stress about it. I have faith in Storm. He may be able to work the True Mate miracle on Jared. I want to believe he’ll cut ties with the past and find happiness somewhere else."

Day nodded slowly, then fixed his eyes on the seedlings, probably noticing that I still had a few packages to prepare. He put down his phone and helped me pack them, but the blush on his cheeks was becoming more intense—a sign typical of an incoming wave.

Soon Day’s pelvis started to slowly tilt forward, his spine curving, the small of his back deepening. It was a very… enticing look.

"I know what you’re doing," I murmured. "You’re trying to help me finish faster because you already have a certain idea in your mind?"

He laughed, a little embarrassed. "Something like that," he said with a flirty grin.

"Well, the customers can wait if it comes to that…" I leaned in and kissed his neck.

"Just a minute longer," Day added, a happy smile spreading across his lips. "Two more packages, and then we can take care of it."

We did just that, finishing up all the deliveries, and I carried them out to the porch where the courier would pick them up. Then we headed upstairs to continue enjoying the heat.

During this wave and the next one that soon followed, not much changed—we still made love very slowly and gently. But I felt that something in Day was filling up. It just had to go this way, had to come to completion.

The first change came in the evening, when I received an order for a Kamchatka raspberry, which grew in one of the most remote parts of my plantation. I went to dig up a large seedling, as the customer had requested, and it took me a while to do so, along with packing it up. Finally, when I returned home, I immediately detected that the wave had already begun. I caught an intense, enticing scent in the air that stirred my alpha senses.

First, though, I stepped into the shower for a bit, and then I headed upstairs. What a surprise I got when I found Day in the middle of the nest—he was waiting for me in the so-called breeding position!

I was amazed, to be honest; I hadn't expected this from him. During our sex before, I had sensed in his mind that he had a trauma related to all positions from behind, and that they didn't feel safe to him. And yet, now he was presenting himself to me with his arched back and rounded ass up, looking seductively over his shoulder.

"Well, now… That's an interesting sight, I won't deny it gets my attention," I muttered, feeling something growing quickly in my pants.

Day remained silent, just waiting, his cheeks as red as poppies. The room was filled with the intense scent of ripe heat. I crawled onto the bed, my eyes focusing on his open entrance.

"Let's do the inspection first…" I muttered, fixing my eyes on the spot with wild intensity. Day got even more red, being under such scrutiny, but at the same time, I noticed his hole clenching spasmodically, opening like flower petals.

"It looks tasty," I murmured. Day's folds were wet with slick, and were dark pink, signaling a ripe phase of heat. I leaned in and started to thoroughly lick him. Day moaned and groaned sweetly, making all sorts of sexual AO mating sounds, very straightforward and demanding of our Joining, as I swirled my tongue around his entrance.

Finally, he couldn't take it anymore.

"Please…" he breathed out in a tone I'd never heard him use before—very erotic, and strangely submissive.

Hearing his plea, I felt a new surge of electrifying energy inside me, and I also knew that this time Day didn't want me to ask for his consent. I sensed in him a need to take it to the next level, a rising courage to move forward. So I grasped his hips and calmly, but firmly, slid my dick into his wet, hot entrance, feeling it swallow me down greedily.

He let out a long, drawn-out moan that further boiled my blood. I started thrusting, though still maintaining a moderate, calm pace, allowing him to get used to this position and find a safe, comfortable feeling.

And it happened: Day leaned his head on the pillow, breathing deeply, his cheeks red, his lips parted. He was taking me in a state of full surrender, and he seemed to relax even more with every passing minute, yielding to the rhythm.

My hands touched him with caressing movements, almost teasing, sending tingling sensations through his body—he shivered, whimpering sweetly. Of course, I kept brushing against his nipples, hard as pebbles, and skimming my fingers over the length of his stiff shaft. Under the shower of constant caresses, Day was producing low, humming sounds and trembling non-stop, as small waves of orgasms caused his dick to throb every minute, spurting droplets of cum onto the sheet. Despite the moderate tempo, the fact that we were in this new setting added some spice to the situation and a sense of progress.

We spent this entire wave like that, doing it doggy-style or with me lying on top of him, driving into his entrance while kissing his neck. The pace was consistently not too intense, but it was definitely an interesting and pleasant addition to our sex repertoire.

At night, I slept spooning him from behind, my dick perpetually stiff, immersed in him, creating a continuous connection, known between True Mates as the Joining. When the nighttime wave came, I just moved inside him and didn't pull out—we stayed linked like that for hours. My rut kept me hard and allowed me to be ready for him whenever he needed me.

From what Day had told me earlier, I knew his heats usually lasted three days, with the second day being the most intense, and that's exactly how it played out.

When I went downstairs around 10 am to pack some deliveries for customers, I didn't even get a chance to start. A text from Day popped up with just one word: "Please."

I smiled to myself and headed back upstairs, though I made sure to take a quick shower first—even if I knew Day was getting impatient. Hey, he could wait a few more minutes, right? It’d just build his anticipation.

As I got closer to the door, I heard it—a low, potent sound filling the bedroom: a ‘heat call’, the omega’s plea for his alpha during the rising wave.

I slowed down, captivated by this incredible, erotic sound. I had never heard it before, but I recognized it instantly, as if it was encoded in my DNA. It seemed to stir every cell in my body, drawing me to him, luring me, leaving me no choice but to follow where it led.

I pushed open the door, and Day was curled up on the bed, his face turned toward the entrance, his eyes wide with dilated pupils, as if he were in pain. He let out an impatient sigh before suddenly jumping up and darting in my direction. He sprang onto me, wrapping his legs around my waist. His mouth pressed against mine with wild hunger, as I carried him to the bed, and we fell onto it with momentum.

Being perfectly in sync with him already, I realized that he was now ready for the next level—an even more intense pace. So, without prolonging the foreplay, I plunged into his body and immediately sped up, feeling my excitement take off like a rocket.

It was bound to happen: Day's hips were now making vigorous movements, meeting me halfway, increasing the friction and force of our bodies' collisions, fueling me even more. I knew it was finally coming—my arousal was reaching a fever pitch.

"Gonna knot you," I managed to stammer out.

"Yes!"

This was the first time it had ever happened in my life. A really strange feeling—stretching down there, but at the same time wonderful, as if something inside me was expanding, not just in my shaft.

A moment later—Day and I found ourselves locked; my breath caught in my chest, I could hear my heart pounding, and I felt my dick shooting relentlessly inside Day, filling him with my cum. And it was a substantial load!

Day came too—his stomach and chest quickly got covered in white splatters; the noises he made were downright lustful—nothing I’d ever imagined him capable of, given how reserved and cautious he had always been. Had he just let it all go?

Only after the last throbbing of my dick and the last spurts of cum had stopped, did I open my eyes and look at his flushed face. He was gazing back at me, breathing quickly, his lips dark red and swollen from our kisses. He looked radiant and astonishingly young, as if he had shed a few years—and maybe that's exactly what had happened.

"You are so beautiful," I breathed out.

Day let out a doubtful huff, then muttered, "You knotted me… I was wondering when it would happen."

I didn't know what to say—my heart was pounding loudly, and my blood rushed in my ears, making it hard to focus.

But Day finished the sentence for me. "To be honest, yesterday, I was a little stressed about it. But not today! Something just changed in me, so it happened at the perfect moment. Your body knew that and respected my needs. We're really in sync, Jan!"

Of course, I was aware that during heat, the alpha would typically knot the omega every other wave, and we had gone a whole day without it. I had had a moment of concern before, but I didn't let it get to me and didn't waste time thinking about it, since it was my first rut. And it turned out to be a good decision—everything went just as it was supposed to, just as Day had wanted.

Only then did I have a moment to focus on my body, and I realized that my knot was located at the upper part of my dick, which could allow me to continue penetrating Day just like during normal sex. I knew that knots could form at different points, sometimes at the bottom, sometimes in the middle. By pure luck, mine was in a position that gave me full freedom of movement.

I glanced at Day and sent him a playful smirk.

"We’re gonna have some fun with it."

Day bit his lower lip. "Yeah, I can feel it. I’m so full, Jan, deep inside."

"When you say it like that, it really does sound… hot!"

His eyes flickered with a hint of mischief. "I guess you can still move, right?"

"For sure I can," I said—and then I did.

For the next forty minutes, we maintained a moderate pace of sex, as I didn't want to overstimulate Day, guessing that the internal massage with the knot was a pretty powerful experience. Day came several times, and I knew that my knot was able to reach the entrance of his uterus and rub against it, which added to the intensity of his sensations. He was moaning loudly, his hands clenched tightly on my back, his eyelids closed, as he surrendered to the unstoppable waves of orgasms.

But it was just him—it was also an unforgettable event for me, if not overwhelming, as I observed him trembling and whimpering under me, so vulnerable and trusting, letting me penetrate him so deep, in a state of absolute surrender. I literally fell in love with the feeling of sliding in and out, while his legs were wide open, his passage tightly massaging me, and he was muttering naughty things: "Use my hole however you like, Jan, spread me, fill me…"

I was astonished by the immense effect it had on Day; it seemed to untangle something in him, in his energy, and seeing him thaw and regain the ability to freely and wildly experience the power of undisturbed pleasure gave me a sense of accomplishment. Our Joining had an extra healing effect on him, and I felt thrilled and honored to be able to accompany him during the process.

As we lay there afterward, hugging each other tightly, my knot slowly dissolving, I realized that in some ways we were even better matched than I had ever imagined. Yesterday, it might have felt like things were moving a bit slowly, with low intensity. But today, I understood—that calmer pace was exactly what I also needed. This was my first rut with an omega, and I needed to ease myself into it, gradually moving through each stage with Day, savoring it. It was incredible how much hidden wisdom there was in our harmony.

Over the next few waves, Day's trauma seemed to completely disappear. At the same time, I was gaining experience and confidence, finding my own rhythm in the midst of it all. Our sex became enthusiastic and wild, like any healthy couple during the heat.

There was just one piece missing, but I didn’t bring it up yet, wanting to keep things calm and positive.

It was the… neck marking.

Although I felt a faint tingling in my gums a few times, especially when my knot was expanded, my mating fangs never emerged—and neither did Day’s.

As the second evening approached, the thought crossed my mind more and more. I realized there was only one day of heat left, typically a less intense one. I knew people usually marked each other during the peak of heat, though True Mates could do it outside of that time as well. Still, it was considered the ideal moment, with hormones flooding the blood and intensifying everything. But I made a conscious decision not to stress over it or let it overshadow the experience. I’d always been a patient kind of guy, and I was used to staying grounded.

As we lay in bed, after one of the waves, tangled up together, and my knot slowly subsided, an unexpected thought hit me. At first, I figured my body was holding back because I didn’t want to overwhelm Day while he was still dealing with his trauma. But then it clicked—Day had been marked before, and he’d even marked Nico. This wasn’t new for him, and it definitely wasn’t something that would ‘overwhelm’ him, especially since he had no painful experiences tied to it.

It dawned on me—it might’ve been me. My own struggle, my own low-key trauma, hidden at the bottom of my soul.

Years of rejection, hearing people call me ‘not enough of an alpha’, or flat-out assuming I was a beta… Maybe I wasn’t ready to step into that role and mark Day? I’d buried my inner alpha so deep for so long that even now, when I had the chance, it couldn’t fully surface.

Even Day’s recent affirmation and praise of my actions against Ferguson did not allay all my insecurities, some still remained.

Flashes of those moments from college played in my mind—omegas looking at me with guarded eyes, their faces distant. It became a monthly ritual: "Wanna grab a drink with me?" I’d ask.

Cue the awkward look. "Sorry, I don’t date betas."

"I’m not a beta."

"Oh… I didn’t realize. I’m on suppressants."

"So yeah, I’m an alpha. Just short."

Then came that weird, crooked smile—half apologetic, half amused. "Sorry, maybe another time."

It happened over and over. Nobody wanted me, and even if I managed to date someone for a bit, they never stuck around. "My friends keep asking why I’m dating a beta…" Sometimes: "Sorry, but people stare at me with that pitying look. ‘What about your heat? You’re gonna be in trouble!’ I just can’t deal with it."

Most people wouldn't even call it trauma, they'd laugh it off, like Frank, but it felt like slowly sinking into the dark waters.

And now I wondered—could I suddenly start sailing? To go full steam ahead?

I didn’t even notice when I fell asleep. During a rut, naps didn’t happen often; the hormones usually gave me strength and stamina.

But I drifted into a strange dream.

I was standing in a crowd of omegas. They looked scared, almost panicked, their wide eyes fixed on me, full of expectation. I walked through them, and they slowly parted like waves until I saw someone standing ahead, turned away, unsuspecting.

That bastard; I recognized him instantly—from photos online and campaign posters.

Mark Ferguson turned to face me, a smug little smirk on his lips.

"What do you want, beta? This isn’t your place. I belong here, among the omegas. They want the real deal. Go on, get lost!"

A wave of anger surged through me so strong that my body almost shook with it.

Mark’s face twisted into a sneer of pure disdain. It was a face many omegas might’ve called handsome—sharp, regular features, a fine specimen of an alpha—but his good looks were revolting. Everything about him screamed falseness and cruelty.

I couldn’t take his nasty laugh any longer. I swung and hit him square in the jaw. I’d trained in kickboxing for years at Archer’s suggestion, and my punch had an effect. Even though he had at least five inches on me, he dropped like a sack of bricks. His lip split, blood streaming from his mouth as he lost consciousness.

The omegas around us changed instantly. They began to smile, clap, and even cheer. I felt a little foolish because I hadn’t done this to be some kind of hero—far from it. It was pure anger. I’d never planned to be in the spotlight.

All my life, I’d hidden in the shadows, avoided confronting other alphas, kept my head down. I wasn’t savior material.

And yet, here I was—the reluctant hero. I just wanted to deal out justice and quickly step back into the shadows—but in this dream, I found myself at the center of it all.

Bright lights shone on my embarrassed face, intimidating me. I took a step back, then another, low-key missing being ‘the beta’ again, but they grabbed me, shook my hands, and patted my back.

"Jan, thank you! If it weren’t for you, this domino would’ve never fallen…"

Embarrassed by their overwhelming gratitude, I turned to run, desperate to escape their kindness. But when I looked back, I saw Day standing behind me.

He smiled gently. "Jan, open yourself to this. Let yourself be appreciated. Let yourself be a real alpha—the kind who stands on the right side of things."

I shook my head. "I didn't do it for applause. And it didn’t take courage from me. You’re the heroes," I said, gesturing toward the omegas surrounding us. "You endured the suffering. You stood up to fight! I didn’t need to find courage within me—just anger. But all of you… you had to find so much more. The real heroes are you."

Day smiled again. "Exactly. A true hero isn’t the one who wins for himself. It’s the one who makes others say, ‘We did it ourselves.’ A true hero gives strength and inspiration to others, not just building his own glory. He works behind the scenes, letting others shine…"

I blinked, and suddenly, opened my eyes! I was still lying on Day, and he was watching me.

"What happened?" I mumbled, startled a bit.

He smiled. "You were talking in your sleep."

"What was I saying?"

Day chuckled softly. "Important things."

I snorted, amused. "And did you answer me?"

"I did. It was an interesting conversation," he said with a wink.

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