All Chapters of One Night With An Alpha (Omegaverse Series #3) | SPG: Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

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 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

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

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 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