The man’s arms were strong, unyielding as he carried Haru toward the house. The omega felt light in his embrace, almost weightless, as if the man was holding him together just by sheer force of will. Haru’s head rested against the alpha’s chest, his cheek brushing against the soft fabric of the man’s shirt. He could hear the steady thump-thump of the man’s heart, a rhythm that seemed to echo his own chaotic emotions.Was this real? Haru wondered, his mind still reeling from what had just transpired. The man’s dominance, his touch, the way he’d claimed Haru so effortlessly—it was all overwhelming. And yet, even now, with his body worn and trembling, Haru couldn’t deny the warmth that spread through him at being held so close by the alpha.“Don’t think too hard,” the man murmured, his voice low and smooth, like velvet brushing against Haru’s ear. “Just feel. That’s all you need to do right now.”Haru’s breath hitched, his body instinctively tightening against the man. Feel. The word lin
The first thing I felt was warmth. Not the kind of warmth that comes from blankets or sunlight, but something heavier—closer. It seeped into my skin, almost suffocating in its weight.My eyes fluttered open slowly, heavy with exhaustion, and for a moment, I forgot where I was. The room around me was unfamiliar—soft golden light filtering through curtains I didn’t recognize, the faint hum of the air conditioning in the background. Then it hit me, all at once, like a slap to the face.The hotel. Last night. Him.My breath caught in my throat, my body stiffening as I became acutely aware of something—or rather, someone—beside me. I turned my head ever so slightly, dread curling in my stomach like ice water.He was there.The man, the alpha, was lying next to me on the bed, his face relaxed in peaceful sleep. His dark hair was mussed against the pillow, a few strands falling over his forehead. He looked almost innocent like this, as though he weren’t the same person whose pheromones had t
The walk to Rayle’s apartment felt like an eternity. My legs dragged beneath me, my body aching with every step I forced myself to take. The chill of the morning air bit into my skin, but it wasn’t enough to clear the fog in my mind. The closer I got to Rayle’s place, the more I felt the weight of last night pressing down on me like a boulder strapped to my shoulders.I kept replaying the events, over and over again, like a cruel loop that refused to break. The room. The alpha. The pheromones that had wrapped around me like chains, dragging me under until I couldn’t resist. I had given in, no matter how much I tried to deny it. I hated myself for that.By the time I reached Rayle’s door, my clothes clung to me uncomfortably, drenched in sweat. My head felt light, my vision swimming in and out of focus. I raised my hand and knocked—soft at first, then a little louder when there was no response.“Rayle… please…” I muttered, my voice hoarse.After a moment, I heard footsteps from inside.
Kenji and Mitsuki arrived not long after Rayle had managed to coax the rough outline of my story out of me. I hadn’t even realized how quickly Rayle must’ve called them, but it didn’t surprise me. He always had a knack for handling things in his own way, especially when it came to protecting people he cared about.The moment the doorbell rang, I tensed on the couch. My body was still weak, my mind reeling, and I wasn’t sure I could handle more questions—or worse, pity. Rayle shot me a look that I knew meant, “Don’t even think about running.” I let out a breath I didn’t know I was holding and sank deeper into the cushions.Rayle opened the door to let them in, and I heard Kenji’s voice first—smooth, controlled, and unmistakably authoritative. Kenji always had a presence about him. You couldn’t ignore him when he entered a room, not because he was loud, but because he exuded a quiet confidence. As the leader of the Key Omega Circle, an influential organization for omegas in the upper-cl
The days turned into weeks, and despite my best efforts to forget, to bury the memory of that night, the universe refused to let me. What we feared the most had come true—the man from that night, the alpha with the overwhelming pheromones, was looking for me. It had started as murmurs in the city, little whispers passed through networks of people who thrived on gossip and connections. I heard it first from Rayle, who had come home with his brows furrowed and mouth set into a grim line. “Haru,” he had said one evening, his voice unusually serious. “Have you… heard anything about an alpha asking around about you?” I had frozen in place, my fingers hovering above the cup of tea I had been holding. I hadn’t answered him then—what could I say? I had spent every waking moment trying to distance myself from that night, convincing myself that it had been an accident, a mistake, and that I could move on. But reality didn’t care about my hopes. The name that finally reached us sent chills d
When Kenji and I returned to Rayle’s house, the air was thick with an unspoken tension. I felt as though every step I took was heavier than the last, the weight of the news pressing down on me. My hands instinctively wrapped around the strap of my bag, holding it tightly as though it could anchor me to reality. I didn’t know how I was going to say it—how could I tell them? How could I make this real? Rayle was the first to notice the shift when we stepped inside. He had been sitting on the couch with Mitsuki, talking quietly, but the moment the door opened and Kenji guided me inside, both of their heads snapped toward us. Rayle’s gaze darted between the two of us, and his expression faltered. “You’re back,” Rayle said softly, his tone uncertain. His sharp eyes studied me like he could already sense something was wrong. “What happened?” I didn’t answer. I couldn’t. My body felt frozen, like if I moved or spoke, I’d shatter into a million pieces. Kenji, ever the calm and collected l
The morning sun spilled through the windows of Rayle’s apartment, casting a soft glow over the living room where Haru and his friends had gathered. It had been a day since the doctor’s visit, a day since the truth of Haru’s pregnancy had settled in. The tension still lingered like a shadow, heavy and unavoidable, though the comforting presence of his friends offered a fragile sense of security. Haru sat curled up on the couch, his hands resting unconsciously on his stomach as he stared at the coffee table. His thoughts were tangled—fear, uncertainty, and exhaustion swirling endlessly in his mind. Across from him, Kenji sat with his usual composed demeanor, but there was a gentleness in his eyes that Haru knew he only showed to those he cared about deeply. Rayle perched on the arm of the couch, his body leaning slightly forward as though he wanted to reach out but didn’t know how. Mitsuki sat cross-legged on the rug, absently twirling a strand of his hair, while Aoi’s face filled the
The days after I made the decision to leave were filled with quiet chaos. It felt surreal—like I was standing on the edge of a cliff, the weight of my choice pressing down on me. I wanted to leave without looking back, but the thought of sneaking away from everything I’d ever known filled me with a strange kind of sadness. Still, I knew I had to do it. Staying meant putting myself—and my baby—at risk. And I couldn’t let that happen. Kenji, Mitsuki, and Aoi were relentless in their support. They immediately began making plans, working together as if they had done this a hundred times before. But I could see the tension in their faces, the seriousness in their voices. This wasn’t just about me leaving—it was about leaving without being found. “We’ll make sure everything is seamless,” Kenji said, sitting across from me in Rayle’s living room. He was calm, as always, but there was a sharp edge to his voice. “Jiro Fujibayashi won’t have a clue where you’ve gone.” Hearing Jiro’s name mad
The moment we stepped through the front door, the rush of warmth that came over me was more than just the physical heat of our home. It was the embrace of familiarity, of being home. I had missed this place more than I’d realized. The sound of our children’s voices filled the air before I could even take off my shoes, and I felt a lump rise in my throat as they ran toward us.“Papa! Daddy!” they called out in perfect unison, their voices full of excitement, joy, and love. The sight of Hibiki, Mina, and Ren rushing toward us was enough to make my heart swell in ways I couldn’t quite describe.I knelt down as fast as I could, trying to catch them all in one go. Mina, being the most affectionate of the three, immediately flung herself into my arms, wrapping her little arms around my neck and burying her face against me. I chuckled, holding her close as I breathed in her familiar scent. The warmth of her tiny body against mine was all I needed to feel complete.“We missed you so much, Pap
It had been years since Jiro and I had taken a vacation just for the two of us. Life had been a constant whirlwind of work, family, and responsibilities. There was always something that needed attention, and as much as I loved our children, the routine had worn us both thin. So when Jiro suggested a quiet getaway, I jumped at the chance. A beach vacation, just the two of us. No kids, no work, just time to reconnect.As we sat in the taxi that was taking us to the airport, I couldn't help but feel a small pang of guilt. Hibiki and Mina were both old enough now to take care of themselves—Mina with her calm and mature demeanor, Hibiki with his protective nature as a big brother—but still, they were our children. Leaving them behind for a few days felt strange, even if we were leaving them in capable hands."You’re still worried, aren’t you?" Jiro said, his voice soft but knowing. He had always been able to read me so easily.I looked at him, offering a small smile. "A little. They’re gro
The warmth of Jiro's presence lingered as I drifted into a peaceful sleep, my body finally giving in to the exhaustion that had been building up over the past few days. There was something comforting about knowing he was still awake, making sure everything was in order, while I let my mind wander into quiet oblivion. I woke up a few hours later to find the room dim, the soft glow of moonlight spilling through the large windows, casting gentle shadows across the room. The house was silent, the only sound being the occasional rustle of the wind outside. For a brief moment, I couldn't remember where I was, disoriented by the unfamiliar stillness. But as my senses returned, I realized I was in our shared bedroom—safe and secure, just the way I liked it. Jiro was no longer sitting in the chair, but I could hear the faint sound of footsteps outside, followed by a muffled voice. It sounded like he was checking on the kids. I smiled to myself, knowing that his love for our family was as con
The house had fallen into a peaceful quiet, the kind that only comes when the day has ended and everyone is tucked away in their respective rooms. The usual hum of energy, the laughter, and the occasional bickering had all faded, leaving just the soft ticking of the clock and the distant sound of a night breeze rustling through the trees outside. Jiro and I were in the living room, alone for the first time in what felt like hours. It had been a busy day, filled with the hustle and bustle of family life, and now, as Ren fell asleep in his room, it was just the two of us. A rare luxury these days. I was curled up on the couch, a soft blanket draped over my legs. Jiro, ever the picture of effortless strength, was sitting in the armchair opposite me, his body still, but his eyes not leaving me for a second. There was something about the silence that stretched between us—comfortable, yet somehow full of unspoken thoughts. “Everything’s quiet now,” Jiro said, his voice low and calm, the
The decision weighed heavily on my mind. The evening had fallen into a quiet stillness, the kind where every little movement seemed to echo. The kids were waiting in the living room, looking at me with those expectant eyes. They were so eager, so sure of themselves. The promise of freedom—the promise of a trip where they could explore and grow, just the four of them—was something they were all craving. And yet, part of me still hesitated. I had spent years watching over Hibiki and Mina, making sure they were safe from the world. I had been there for them in their moments of need, guiding them with a gentle hand, protecting them from the dangers that life could throw their way. But now, they were growing up. They weren’t the small children who needed constant supervision anymore. They were capable, strong, and ready for challenges of their own. Hibiki, my eldest, was already showing the world that he was becoming a man in his own right, not just an Omega, but a responsible and strong
The morning sun had just begun to spill through the windows, casting a warm glow across the living room. It was a quiet, peaceful Saturday, the kind of morning that held a promise of relaxation. Jiro was still upstairs, likely working on some paperwork for the company, and the kids—Hibiki and Mina—were in the kitchen, arguing over what they should have for breakfast. I stood in the hallway, listening to their usual banter, a smile tugging at the corner of my lips. As much as they could drive each other crazy, it was clear that they were as close as ever, always there for one another in their own little sibling way. I took a sip of my tea, feeling the warmth spread through me, and settled into my usual spot on the couch. I had been looking forward to a quiet day with the family, a chance to relax and maybe take a walk in the park later. But little did I know that today was going to bring an unexpected request. Hibiki was the first to appear in the living room. His black hair was stil
The air had a crispness to it that morning, the kind that hinted at the approaching shift of seasons. Summer was slipping away, its warmth receding into the past, and autumn was slowly unfurling its golden hues across the horizon. It was the kind of day that felt both reflective and hopeful, a perfect backdrop for the next chapter of our lives. Jiro and I were standing in the kitchen of our house, the space full of warmth and the scent of freshly brewed coffee. The kids had already eaten breakfast and were getting ready for the day ahead. Hibiki, now in his second year of high school, was making sure his fencing gear was packed and ready for the upcoming competition. Mina, in her third grade, was drawing pictures of planets—her latest obsession was the stars and space exploration. And Ren, ever the curious little one, was running around the house, asking a million questions per minute, his boundless energy never seeming to tire. I watched all of them for a moment, feeling a deep sen
There was something about the rest house deep in the woods that always brought a sense of peace to our family. It was one of those places where time seemed to slow down, where the weight of the world could be set aside, if only for a little while. The house itself was cozy, nestled between towering trees that surrounded it like silent guardians. A large stone fireplace stood in the living room, crackling with warmth as we gathered around, the smell of pine and earth heavy in the air. We had come here for a weekend getaway, a rare chance for all of us to just be together without the distractions of the city, without the pressure of work, school, or responsibilities. Jiro had insisted on this trip—something about needing to reconnect with the simple joys of life. I could see it in his eyes; the weight of his corporate world had been taking a toll on him lately, and this was his way of hitting the reset button. Of course, the moment he mentioned it, the kids were all for it. Hibiki, Min
As the days went by after Mina’s manifestation, I couldn’t help but notice the subtle changes in her. There was a quiet shift in the way she carried herself, a confidence that blossomed from deep within her. I had always known Mina to be the calm, composed, and intelligent child, but now she exuded a different kind of strength—one that came with the acceptance of who she truly was. However, despite her calm demeanor, I couldn’t ignore the tension that seemed to creep into the air whenever she was around others. It was something I noticed not only in her but also in Hibiki, her older brother. Hibiki had always been protective of his younger sister, but now, after her manifestation as an Omega, his protectiveness had grown tenfold. It wasn’t just that he wanted to keep her safe. It was something deeper, something innate in his very being as a Dominant Alpha. As his younger sister, Mina was now seen by other alphas in ways they hadn't before, and while that fact made her uncomfortable,