All Chapters of My Omega Mate: Chapter 61 - Chapter 69

Jane’s Point of View********The first thing I noticed when I woke up was the quiet.Not the empty kind that rang in your ears, but the thick, living silence of a house being guarded. The kind that hummed with warded walls, patrolling wolves, and an Alpha who hadn’t slept because his instincts refused to let him.Damion’s arm was still around me, heavy and warm across my waist, his hand resting low on my stomach like it had claimed that spot as sacred ground. I didn’t move at first. I was afraid that if I did, I’d break the fragile bubble of peace hovering around us.I breathed him in instead.Pine, smoke, Alpha heat and something softer beneath it. Mate. Home.My own body felt… strange. Not painful. Not exactly. Just different. Like I was aware of myself in a way I’d never been before. Every sensation felt louder. My heartbeat. My breathing. Even the slow, steady thrum beneath my palm when I hesitantly placed my hand over my stomach.There it was again.That warmth.Not movement. No

Damion’s Point of View**********I woke to warmth.Not the kind that came from fire or sunlight, but the living warmth of another body pressed against mine familiar, grounding, unmistakably Jane. He was curled into me, one leg draped over my thigh, his head tucked beneath my chin like it had always belonged there. His breathing was slow and deep, the kind that only came when his mind was finally at rest.For a long moment, I didn’t move.Alphas were trained to wake alert, to assess threats before they even open their eyes. I’d done that my whole life. But this morning, my instincts didn’t scream or scan or sharpen. They simply settled, purring low and pleased.Valir stretched lazily inside me, tail flicking in contentment.Safe.That was the word that echoed through my bones.Jane shifted slightly, his brow creasing as if he were drifting between dreams. His fingers tightened in the fabric of my shirt, instinctively seeking me even in sleep. The bond between us hummed softly, a low,

Damion’s Point of View**********I woke before the sun crested the trees, not because my instincts jolted me awake, but because something inside me had finally learned the shape of rest.Jane was warm against me, his breathing slow and even, his body curved into mine like it had always belonged there. For once, Valir wasn’t pacing beneath my skin, wasn’t snarling warnings or cataloging threats. He was quiet. Alert, yes, but content in a way that felt almost foreign.I stayed still, afraid movement might fracture the moment.For years, waking had been an exercise in readiness. I’d open my eyes, already reaching for control, already counting exits, already bracing myself for whatever the day would demand of an Alpha who could never afford to be careless. Even sleep had been shallow, a series of half-dreams where my senses stayed coiled tight.But this morning......This morning felt like standing in the eye of a storm that had finally passed.Jane shifted slightly, his hand brushing my

Damion’s Point of View***********Night has always been my domain.Long before I learned the weight of leadership, before the title of Alpha settled into my bones, darkness was where my instincts sharpened and my thoughts grew honest. Night stripped things down. No posturing. No performance. Just truth, laid bare beneath stars that had watched generations rise and fall.Tonight, though, the dark felt different.Jane slept beside me, curled on his side, one hand resting protectively over his stomach. Our child. The word still echoed in my head like something sacred, something dangerous in its power to unmake me if I wasn’t careful.I lay awake, staring at the ceiling, listening.Not for threats.For life.The quiet breathing of the house. The distant call of an owl. The slow, steady rhythm of Jane’s heart, something I could sense as surely as I felt my own pulse. Valir lay calm beneath my skin, alert but untroubled, his presence no longer a constant pressure but a shared awareness.Th

Damion’s Point of View*************I’d learned the sound of Jane’s breathing the way some men learned battle formations.Not consciously at first. It had happened over time, in stolen moments of quiet mornings like this, nights when the compound slept and the world loosened its grip. His breath had a rhythm when he was calm, another when his thoughts were too heavy, a faint hitch now that came more often than it used to, when his body reminded him it was doing something extraordinary.I woke before he did, as I usually did.Valir stirred under my skin, alert but not restless. That alone told me everything was right. Safe. Guarded. The pack’s perimeter held. The forest beyond the wards whispered nothing but birds and wind.Jane lay on his side, one hand resting instinctively on his stomach, fingers spread like a vow he didn’t have to speak out loud anymore. Even in sleep, he protected what he carried.Our child.The word still hit me the same way every time, low and deep, like someth