All Chapters of One Night With An Alpha (Omegaverse Series #3) | SPG: Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

The weeks that followed our daughter's arrival were a whirlwind of emotions and adjustments. Hibiki took to his new role as a big brother with such enthusiasm, it was impossible not to be moved by the love he was already showing toward his sister. Every time he would sneak into our room to check on her, his wide eyes filled with awe as he asked if she was okay, or if he could hold her. His innocence, his protective nature—it was everything I had hoped for in a big brother. Despite the exhaustion, despite the constant feedings and diaper changes, there was a joy that filled the house. Our family was growing, and every day felt like a new chapter in a story that had only just begun. Hibiki was always there to help—whether it was getting a clean blanket or helping me hold the baby for a moment, he seemed to understand the gravity of the role he was taking on. Every now and then, he would surprise me with little moments of care, like when he whispered to the baby, “Don’t worry, I’ll teac

The experience of welcoming a new life into our family was nothing short of transformative. Every late-night feeding, every tiny coo from our daughter, and every moment we spent together as a family felt like another thread weaving Jiro, Hibiki, and me closer than ever before. It wasn’t just about managing sleepless nights or the endless cycle of diapers and feeding schedules—it was about the love that bloomed in the quiet moments. Those were the times when I truly felt the bond between Jiro and me strengthen, grounding me in a way I never thought possible. Our late-night talks became a sanctuary, a safe space where we could share our dreams for the future. Jiro had a way of making the future feel less daunting and more like an adventure we were embarking on together. I would lean into him, his arm draped over my shoulder, and we would whisper about our children, imagining the people they would grow up to be. One particular night, after we had put Hibiki to bed and the baby was fin

Life settled into a beautiful rhythm that I never thought possible. Our days were filled with the sounds of laughter, the soft coos of our daughter, and Hibiki’s animated chatter as he eagerly embraced his role as a big brother. The once-unthinkable future—one where love and family thrived—was now my everyday reality. Each morning began with the chaotic but joyful routine of family life. Hibiki, ever the early riser, would burst into our bedroom with an endless stream of questions or stories about his dreams, dragging Jiro and me out of bed. Despite Jiro’s half-hearted grumbles about wanting five more minutes of sleep, he would always scoop Hibiki into his arms and pretend to wrestle him onto the bed, their laughter filling the room and setting the tone for the day. Our daughter was a quieter presence, her needs simple but constant. She had the most endearing way of smiling up at us, her tiny fists reaching out as if to claim her place in the family’s warmth. Hibiki often stationed

The gathering was in full swing, the café filled with the buzz of laughter and clinking glasses. For the first time in what felt like years, I felt myself truly relaxing, letting go of the endless to-do lists and constant vigilance that came with parenting. My friends were in their element—Kenji cracking jokes, Rayle’s animated gestures nearly knocking over a cup of coffee, and Aoi rolling her eyes in mock exasperation at both of them. I had missed this. More than I realized. As the night wore on, the conversation ebbed and flowed, moving from lighthearted banter to deeper topics. It was Rayle, as expected, who brought the reflective mood to the table. Leaning back in his chair, he fixed me with a curious gaze, his face uncharacteristically serious. “Haru,” he started, tilting his head, “do you ever miss your old life?” The question hung in the air, a momentary lull settling over the group. Even Kenji paused mid-sip of his drink, his usual smirk replaced by a look of genuine in

Hibiki had grown so much over the years, and now, at the age of ten, his fifth-grade year was already shaping up to be one for the books. I couldn’t help but marvel at how quickly he was maturing. He had become such a thoughtful, charismatic, and capable young boy, and it was evident to everyone around him—teachers, classmates, even strangers—that he was special. He was quickly becoming the kind of student that teachers adored, the kind of kid that everyone loved to be around. As we sat at the kitchen table one morning, I watched Hibiki as he excitedly recounted his day to me and Jiro. He was wearing his school uniform, the same one he'd worn for years, but now it was starting to fit him a little more snugly. His body was growing, inch by inch, into the young man he would one day be. And I couldn’t help but be so proud. “Papa, I finished first in our math quiz today!” Hibiki beamed, a mixture of excitement and pride on his face. His eyes sparkled as he shared every detail. “And we d