Lahat ng Kabanata ng One Night With An Alpha (Omegaverse Series #3) | SPG: Kabanata 11 - Kabanata 20

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 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.

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

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

It’s been three years since I left everything behind. Three years since I made the choice to disappear without a trace, to escape a life that threatened everything I was trying to protect. I never imagined how different life would be when I moved abroad, how much it would change me. But somehow, I made it work. Now, I find myself sitting in the park, watching Hibiki chase after a ball he kicked too far. The sun is warm, and the breeze is just enough to be comforting. Hibiki’s laughter rings out, pure and bright. He’s the most precious thing in my life, and I’ve fought so hard to keep him safe, to give him a life that is free of the fears and uncertainties I lived through. I can’t help but watch him with a soft smile, even as my heart tightens. He’s growing up so fast. The toddler I once held in my arms is now running around like a little boy, full of energy, full of life. It feels like just yesterday I was holding him close, whispering promises that I would always be there for him.