One Night With An Alpha (Omegaverse Series #3) | SPG

"No, no, Akira! Please, don't do this!" I'm begging you. "NO!"I jolted up, breathing heavily because of my dream. I looked around first, and I was still in my room. I sighed. I really don't know what to do. When I looked at my hand, it was shaking. I took a deep breath and held my head. Damn, that dream again. When will I ever have time to fall asleep without that nightmare?I guess there will be no day such as that.I looked at the door and saw it slowly open and a head pop up."Did you have another nightmare?" he asked me, walking towards me, worried. I nodded, and he sat next to me. "Kenji, when will it leave me alone?" I asked. I felt so tortured whenever I woke up from that nightmare. I don't want to have it. It wasn't my fault, but it is haunting me.It's been five years since the worst event in my life happened. I've been seeing a psychiatrist for three years, as my friends suggested, and I did all I could to do what I was told, but there's still no effect. Kenji is one of

When I arrived at the hotel, my colleagues who were on duty early were no longer in a hurry. Because of their hurry, I felt pressured to hurry, so I went straight to the locker room to change my clothes. I'm just a bellboy, but I know that this is also an important position in the hotel. While I was changing, there was a knock, and when I looked, I saw our supervisor. "Haru, do you have a minute?""Ah, just wait, sir." I immediately answered and then quickly put on my uniform. He went out; that's why I also went out, and when we entered a room, we were immediately looked at. Even my teammates inside the hotel that I always see and socialize with in the locker room also look at me strangely. I bowed down. Is it wrong for an omega to work? I know that we're kind of troublesome, especially when our heat is near, but still... We're still humans. We still need to work for a living. Why do we have to be discriminated against by them? Is it because we don't have a backer? Or is it just

It’s always the same, these office parties. Lavish setups, loud music, overenthusiastic colleagues, and fake camaraderie that nobody really cares about once they stumble home. I used to feel guilty for thinking that way—wondering if I was too cynical—but time has taught me better. People only look out for themselves. That’s a truth I’ve learned and lived by.So, when the clock hit just past midnight and the party began to thin out, I seized the opportunity. Quietly, I grabbed my coat and bag, slipping through the maze of servers, hotel staff, and lingering guests. Nobody would miss me. Nobody ever did.As I walked through the back halls of the hotel, I paused for a moment to adjust my coat. The air conditioning in the building was too cold, even for someone like me who had become used to it. I sighed.I knew what would happen if anyone noticed me trying to leave—someone would drag me back into the fray, pulling me toward a round of drinks I didn’t want or a conversation I wasn’t inter

Dragging this man through the luxurious halls of the hotel felt like an ordeal. His dead weight pressed against my shoulder as we staggered into the elevator, and for the hundredth time, I cursed myself for even considering helping him.You’re a fool, Haru. A complete fool.His scent was faint—masked by the alcohol and whatever cologne he wore—but it still lingered too close for comfort. I didn’t think much of it, though. He was just another guest—one who’d had too much to drink and was probably celebrating a deal worth more money than I’d make in my entire lifetime. That was how it always went here.I adjusted his arm around me again as the elevator doors closed. The silence inside made the soft hum of the machinery seem louder than usual. I leaned him against the mirrored wall and let out a deep breath, finally getting a small moment to collect myself.I glanced down at him, annoyed but also faintly curious. In the brighter light of the elevator, I got a better look at his face.Hi

The air was thick with the scent of blooming jasmine, but it wasn’t the floral sweetness that had Haru’s heart pounding. No, it was something far more intoxicating, something he couldn’t name, something that felt like it was crawling under his skin and setting every nerve alight. His body felt heavy, his mind fuzzy, and his thoughts kept circling back to one person, the man he helped. The alpha who stood just a few feet away from him, his broad shoulders towering over the others in the room, his presence commanding attention without even trying. Why is he so close? Haru thought, his breathing uneven as he shifted uncomfortably in his seat. He could feel the heat radiating off The man’s body, and it was starting to make him dizzy. The pheromones in the air must have been stronger than anyone realized—stronger than Haru realized. He tried to focus on the conversation around him, but every word felt distant, drowned out by the roaring in his ears. The man turned suddenly, his dark eye