บททั้งหมดของ One Night With An Alpha (Omegaverse Series #3) | SPG: บทที่ 31 - บทที่ 40

It started with a stolen moment. A glance that lingered too long, a brush of fingers that neither of us acknowledged but couldn’t forget. Jiro and I had been walking this fine line for weeks now, dancing around the truth that neither of us dared to say out loud. But that night, everything changed. The office was quiet, save for the soft hum of the air conditioner and the faint ticking of the clock on the wall. Everyone else had gone home, and I had stayed late to finish reviewing some reports. It wasn’t unusual for Jiro to work late either, but I hadn’t expected him to still be here. When I heard the soft knock at the door to my office, I looked up, startled. Jiro stood there, his tie loosened, his jacket slung over one shoulder. He looked exhausted, but his eyes… his eyes held something else. Something that made my pulse quicken. “Still working?” he asked, stepping inside and closing the door behind him. I nodded, trying to ignore the way my heart raced at the sound of his voice.

The day Jiro brought me and Hibiki to meet his family officially felt like walking into a storm I had spent years trying to avoid. My stomach churned with nerves as I sat in the backseat of Jiro’s sleek car, staring at the opulent gates of the Fujibayashi estate as they slowly swung open. It felt as though they weren’t opening to welcome us but to swallow me whole. Hibiki, seated beside me, was wide-eyed with excitement. To him, this was a grand adventure, a chance to explore someplace new and meet people he’d never seen before. He tugged at the sleeves of his tiny sweater, looking up at me with his bright, innocent eyes. “Papa, are we going to Uncle Jiro’s big house?” he asked eagerly, his voice full of curiosity. “Yes, baby,” I said softly, brushing his dark hair back from his face. “We’re going to meet Uncle Jiro’s family today.” “Will they like us?” he asked, tilting his head. My chest tightened at the question. I wanted to tell him that everything would be fine, that people

When Jiro returned from meeting with the authorities, his expression was set like stone. His usual calm demeanor was replaced by something colder, sharper—a side of him I hadn’t seen before. I waited anxiously in the sitting room, wringing my hands together as Hibiki played with a toy on the floor nearby, blissfully unaware of the storm raging around us. Jiro entered, his eyes immediately finding mine. Without a word, he walked over, knelt in front of me, and took my hands in his. His touch, so steady and sure, was a balm to the chaos in my chest. “It’s done,” he said softly. “Botan’s been arrested. The charges against him are clear—stalking, trespassing, assault. He won’t be able to come near you or Hibiki again.” A rush of relief swept over me, but it was tangled with exhaustion. For weeks, Botan had been a shadow over my life, and now, knowing he was no longer a threat, I felt my body sag under the weight of it all. “Thank you,” I whispered, my voice cracking. “I don’t know what

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 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