The evening was quiet, the kind of peaceful silence that made you pause and breathe deeply, cherishing the moment. Hibiki was fast asleep in his bed, clutching his favorite stuffed animal, and the house seemed to hum with warmth and tranquility. I was sitting in the living room, a cup of tea in my hands, when Jiro appeared in the doorway. His presence, as always, was commanding yet comforting, like an anchor that kept me steady. “Can I join you?” he asked, his voice soft. I nodded, patting the spot on the couch next to me. “Of course.” He sat down, the faint scent of his cologne wafting over as he settled in. I looked over at him, and something about the way he was watching me made my heart skip. His gaze was tender, searching, like he was memorizing every detail of my face. “Is something on your mind?” I asked, setting my tea down on the coffee table. Jiro hesitated, an unusual thing for a man who always seemed so sure of himself. “There is,” he admitted, reaching into his pocke
It had been a long and exhausting few weeks. After Botan’s intrusion and his subsequent arrest, everything felt like it was finally beginning to settle down. The weight that had been hanging over us seemed to lift, but the aftermath of it all lingered in my mind. Jiro had been my rock through everything, never once wavering in his support, and now, as I watched him work through the details of our future, I couldn't help but feel the overwhelming sense of relief that came with knowing things would get better. Yet, in the midst of this newfound peace, there was a part of me that couldn't shake the nervous energy of what was to come. That night, Jiro suggested we take a walk together—just the two of us. I was hesitant at first, not because I didn’t want to spend time with him, but because everything felt so surreal. There were moments when I wondered how I could possibly deserve someone like him. The path leading to our future felt so uncertain, and yet, at the same time, the thought of
The days leading up to the wedding were a blur of excitement and nerves. As each day passed, it felt like we were inching closer to a dream I had never dared to imagine—one where I belonged, one where Jiro and Hibiki were by my side. But in the midst of all the planning and preparations, there was a part of me that still couldn’t shake the feeling of being out of place. Jiro’s family was nothing short of grand, and I found myself constantly reminded of my own humble beginnings. Their wealth, their connections, their effortless elegance—it all felt so foreign to me. I had never been in a world like this, and even though they had all welcomed me with open arms, a small part of me feared I wouldn’t quite fit in. But as the days passed and the wedding day drew nearer, I began to see that it wasn’t about fitting in or impressing anyone. It was about love. And love, in the end, had nothing to do with wealth or status. It was about connection and the joy of being with those who truly cared
The night before the wedding arrived with a flurry of excitement and anticipation. Every detail had been meticulously planned, every guest invited, and everything was set for what promised to be the most perfect day of my life. And yet, despite all the excitement surrounding the wedding, there was one thing I had forgotten to prepare for—or, more accurately, something that I had been desperately trying not to think about: my heat. I had been managing my cycles for years, always finding ways to minimize the discomfort, the unpredictability, and the vulnerability that came with being an omega. The physical and emotional toll that a heat could take on me was no small thing. It was something every omega experienced, a time when our bodies went into overdrive, craving an alpha's scent, touch, and presence more than anything. It was a primal, instinctive part of us, impossible to ignore or control. I had always hated the timing of it. Every time it arrived, it felt like the universe was t
Haru's breath hitched as the first wave of his heat crashed over him. He was supposed to be calm, collected, focused on the wedding preparations—but his body had other plans. The scent of his omega pheromones flooded the room, thick and heady, making it impossible to think clearly. His skin buzzed with need, every nerve ending screaming for relief. Jiro stood in the doorway, his tall frame silhouetted against the soft light of the hallway. His sharp jaw clenched as he inhaled deeply, the alpha instincts roaring to life within him. He could smell Haru’s desperation, his vulnerability, and it made something primal stir in his chest. Jiro wasn’t just an alpha; he was Haru’s alpha. And right now, his omega needed him more than anything else in the world. “Jiro…” Haru’s voice was a broken plea, barely audible over the thundering pulse in his ears. He clutched at the edge of the table, his fingers trembling as he tried to steady himself. “I can’t… I don’t think I can wait…” The words wer
The room was thick with the intoxicating scent of Haru’s heat, a heady mix of pheromones that sent Jiro’s instincts into overdrive. Haru trembled beneath him, his slender frame wracked with unrelenting need, and Jiro’s control frayed at the edges as he fought to maintain even a semblance of composure. But it was no use—the primal urge to mark, to claim, to possess his omega completely overwhelmed him. “Haru…” Jiro growled low in his throat, his voice rough with desire as he flipped Haru onto his stomach. The omega gasped softly, his breath hitching as Jiro’s hand settled on his lower back, pressing him firmly into the mattress. Haru’s soft curve of his hips called to Jiro like a siren’s song, and his alpha couldn’t resist the temptation to explore further. Jiro’s fingers trailed down the center of Haru’s spine, tracing the delicate line with deliberate precision. Haru shivered under his touch, his sensitive skin prickling with goosebumps as Jiro’s fingers danced lower, sending waves
The morning of the wedding felt different from anything I could have imagined. I woke up in the same bed beside Jiro, but as my eyes fluttered open, there was a strange yet comforting sense of calm that washed over me. It was early, the sun just beginning to peek through the curtains, casting soft beams of light across the room. My body didn’t ache as I expected it to. There was no soreness or discomfort from the night before, no lingering fatigue from the heat I had fought so hard to manage. I couldn't help but smile, a mix of nerves and excitement bubbling up inside me. Last night had been different. After everything we had been through, after the chaos of Botan’s interference and the uncertainties we faced, I had finally bonded with Jiro. Officially. He was my alpha now, and I was his omega. It felt like something inside me had shifted, clicking into place in a way I hadn’t fully expected. I had always been afraid of what such a bond would mean for me, for us, but now, as I lay th
As I was finishing getting ready, the excitement and nerves swirling inside me felt almost unbearable. Jiro had already left the room to do his final preparations, but we had agreed to meet just before the ceremony began. I was nervous, yet there was a calmness that lingered, as if everything was finally falling into place. I smoothed the fabric of my suit, adjusting the cufflinks Jiro had picked out for me. The sensation of the smooth, cool metal against my skin made everything feel real. I was marrying Jiro. I was becoming part of his world, and he was becoming part of mine in the most intimate, official way. Just as I was finishing up, the door to my dressing room creaked open. I looked up to see Jiro's sister, Haruka, standing there, her expression both teasing and affectionate. She had always been kind to me, though she had a playful streak, especially when it came to my relationship with Jiro. Today, however, she seemed to be more mischievous than usual. "Hey, Haru," she said,
It was a quiet Saturday morning when the email came through, almost as though it had arrived by accident, its subject line gliding across the top of Haru’s inbox with the promise of something unexpected. He had been sitting at the kitchen table, sipping his coffee as Hibiki played with his toys nearby. Jiro was out running errands, and the house was filled with the peaceful hum of everyday life. Haru glanced at the message, his fingers pausing mid-sip as he read the subject line again: "Exciting Opportunity with Little Ones Products Inc." Haru furrowed his brow, a mixture of curiosity and hesitation bubbling up within him. He’d been out of the traditional workforce for a few years now, dedicating himself fully to raising Hibiki. After years of working tirelessly in the corporate world, the transition had been both a blessing and a challenge. He enjoyed the time spent with Hibiki—watching him grow, teaching him new things, seeing his little quirks develop. But there were days when Har
The hum of the office was quieter than usual, the usual buzz of activity replaced by an atmosphere that felt more tense than it ever had before. Jiro sat behind his desk, papers scattered around him, his brow furrowed as he stared at the latest email from a rival company. His fingers were frozen above his keyboard as he reread the message for the umpteenth time, but the words still didn’t make sense to him. They were trying to steal his project. It wasn’t just the usual competition, the healthy kind that existed between any two successful companies. This was something more personal. The rival company had launched a campaign against his latest project, spreading false rumors and undermining his credibility in the industry. It wasn’t just about the numbers; it was about his reputation, something Jiro had built from the ground up. This was more than a business issue—it was an attack on his very identity, on everything he had worked for. Jiro exhaled sharply, running a hand through his
The evening was unfolding smoothly. The soft murmur of conversation mingled with the clink of glasses as colleagues, clients, and associates gathered for the work event I had been attending. The lavish ballroom, with its glistening chandeliers and elegant décor, was far from my usual comfort zone. Still, I was happy to be there. The event was a chance for me to connect with important figures in the business world, and while I wasn’t thrilled by the prospect of mingling, Jiro’s presence beside me made it more bearable. His hand occasionally brushed against mine as he greeted guests, his alpha aura quietly protective. It was one of those nights where I couldn’t quite shake the feeling of being watched, but it wasn’t an unpleasant sensation. Jiro was always close, his attention ever so subtle, always there. The thought of him being by my side, even when we were surrounded by a crowd of strangers, filled me with a sense of peace. I was halfway through a conversation with a client when I
The morning of Hibiki’s first day at his new school arrived with an air of both excitement and nervousness. I stood at the kitchen counter, watching as Hibiki hurriedly tied his shoes, his small fingers fumbling with the laces in his usual way. The sound of his light chatter filled the room, but it didn’t mask the knot of worry twisting in my stomach. As much as I had wanted this for him—a fresh start, a place where he could grow and thrive—I couldn’t help but feel a pang of concern. Would he be okay? Would he make friends? Would he be able to adjust to the new environment? Jiro, who had been watching from the doorway with a soft smile on his face, must have sensed my unease. He walked over to me, his presence grounding in the midst of my spiraling thoughts. “Haru,” he said, his voice steady, “you’ve raised a strong, resilient kid. Hibiki is going to be just fine.” I turned to look at him, my heart swelling with both gratitude and uncertainty. Jiro had always been the confident on
The afternoon sunlight poured softly through the living room windows, casting warm rays on the polished wooden floors. Jiro and Hibiki were out in the yard, working on one of their usual projects—something about building a treehouse, though I wasn’t sure how much of it was actually construction and how much was just play. It was one of those rare moments where the house was quieter than usual, the only sounds being the occasional hum of a distant car or the birds chirping outside. I had been sitting on the couch, flipping through a book, when I heard the soft padding of footsteps behind me. Turning, I saw Jiro’s mother, Keiko, standing in the doorway, her expression soft and thoughtful. There was something different about her today, something more contemplative. I knew that, like me, she had a lot on her mind lately—Jiro, Hibiki, the wedding, and the new dynamic that had taken hold of our lives. But today, she seemed to have something specific she wanted to say. “May I sit with you
The days after the wedding felt like a dream come true. I kept waiting for the world to turn upside down, to find some reason why I didn’t deserve this kind of happiness. But with each passing day, as Jiro, Hibiki, and I settled into our new life together, I realized that maybe this kind of peace was possible. Maybe we really had built something beautiful. The mornings were the same: quiet, simple, and filled with the comforting rhythm of our routine. I would wake up early to make breakfast while Jiro prepared for his work meetings, his always meticulous schedule. Hibiki would stumble into the kitchen with his messy hair and sleepy eyes, asking for a bowl of cereal or his favorite fruit. The scene was ordinary in the best kind of way. But the beauty of it all lay in the quiet moments—those stolen minutes when I’d catch Jiro’s eyes from across the room, and the weight of his gaze would remind me that I was exactly where I was meant to be. Work had its challenges, of course. Jiro was
The air was filled with a soft, serene energy as Haru stood at the altar, his heart racing as he held Hibiki's small hand in his. The gentle hum of the ceremony and the soft rustle of fabric from guests settled into the background as his eyes locked with Jiro’s, standing across from him. The moment felt surreal, like something out of a dream. A dream where he had found the man who would love him and their son forever. A dream where they could finally have the family they always deserved. Haru's throat tightened, and for a second, he thought he might not be able to say the vows he had written in his heart. But as Jiro smiled at him—his smile warm, gentle, and full of devotion—Haru's nerves melted away. This was real. They were real. And nothing could take that away from them. Jiro stepped forward first, his voice steady but filled with emotion. “Haru, when I first met you, I never imagined my life would change the way it did. You were just an omega trying to survive in a world that d
As the wedding day continued to unfold in a whirlwind of emotions, Jiro found himself in his room, preparing for the ceremony. He was adjusting his cufflinks, trying to calm the excited butterflies fluttering in his stomach, when there was a knock at the door. Before he could respond, the door opened, and in walked Kenji, Aoi, Mitsuki, and Daisuke, each of them carrying an air of quiet authority and genuine warmth. The four of them stepped inside, their eyes filled with purpose, though their expressions remained kind. Kenji, the ever-present big brother figure to Haru, was the first to speak. His tone was casual, but there was a depth to his words that made Jiro pause. “Jiro,” he began, “I just wanted to say, we’re happy for Haru. He’s finally found someone who truly cares for him, someone who will be there for him when it matters most.” Aoi nodded, her posture elegant, but her gaze sharp and unyielding. “Haru deserves someone who can carry the burden of his heart, someone who unde
As I stood there, taking a deep breath to steady my nerves, I heard a soft knock on the door. Before I could even turn around, the door opened, and in walked Kenji, Aoi, Mitsuki, and Daisuke, the newest member of the Key Omega Circle. They all looked so excited and full of energy, and I couldn’t help but feel a bit of warmth spread through me. Despite the overwhelming emotions swirling inside me, seeing them brought a sense of comfort and reassurance. Kenji, as usual, had that playful grin on his face, looking every bit the teasing older brother he was. “Well, well, look at you, Haru,” he said, his voice light. “You clean up nicely. You sure Jiro’s going to be able to let you out of his sight after this?” Aoi, ever the supportive and mischievous presence, chimed in, “Yeah, I’m sure he’s already planning on locking you away after the wedding, just to keep you all to himself.” She winked at me, making my cheeks flush. It was clear they were trying to make light of the nerves I was fee