บททั้งหมดของ One Night With An Alpha (Omegaverse Series #3) | SPG: บทที่ 51 - บทที่ 60

It was a quiet Saturday morning when the email came through, almost as though it had arrived by accident, its subject line gliding across the top of Haru’s inbox with the promise of something unexpected. He had been sitting at the kitchen table, sipping his coffee as Hibiki played with his toys nearby. Jiro was out running errands, and the house was filled with the peaceful hum of everyday life. Haru glanced at the message, his fingers pausing mid-sip as he read the subject line again: "Exciting Opportunity with Little Ones Products Inc." Haru furrowed his brow, a mixture of curiosity and hesitation bubbling up within him. He’d been out of the traditional workforce for a few years now, dedicating himself fully to raising Hibiki. After years of working tirelessly in the corporate world, the transition had been both a blessing and a challenge. He enjoyed the time spent with Hibiki—watching him grow, teaching him new things, seeing his little quirks develop. But there were days when Har

The evening began like any other, with laughter echoing through the house as Hibiki proudly showed me a drawing he had made at school. Jiro had seemed a bit distant during dinner, but I brushed it off as work stress—he had been under a lot of pressure lately. When bedtime came, Jiro kissed Hibiki goodnight with a lingering touch that made me pause. There was something almost hesitant in his movements, as if he were holding back. I wanted to ask, but the moment passed too quickly, and before I knew it, he was gone. Later that night, I found his absence unusual. The house was quiet, too quiet, and Jiro wasn’t in our room. My first thought was that he might be working late in his study, but when I checked, the room was empty. My heart began to race, the possibilities swirling in my mind. I checked my phone, hoping for a message, and sure enough, there it was: a simple text from Jiro. "I’ll be away tonight. Don’t wait." The words felt cold and impersonal, so unlike him. Something was

Jiro’s lips were relentless, his teeth nipping at Haru’s neck as his hips continued to grind against him. The heat between them was unbearable, a searing inferno that neither of them could escape. Haru’s nails dug into Jiro’s back, his breath coming in short, ragged gasps as he clung to the man who had claimed him so thoroughly. “Jiro…” Haru managed to choke out, his voice trembling with a mix of desperation and surrender. “Please… I can’t take it anymore…” Jiro lifted his head, his dark eyes glinting with amusement as they locked onto Haru’s. “Can’t take what?” he murmured, his voice low and laced with malice. “This?” He punctuated his question with a sharp thrust of his hips, and Haru gasped, his body arching instinctively toward the sensation. “Yes,” Haru whispered, his voice barely audible over the pounding of his heart. “Yes…” Jiro smirked, his grip tightening on Haru’s wrists as he leaned closer. “Good boy,” he purred, his breath hot against Haru’s ear. “But you’re not ge

The days passed like a blur, a rush of busy moments and mundane routines, but there was one thing I couldn't shake—an overwhelming sense of exhaustion. It crept up on me, unexpected and unexplainable, like a heavy fog that settled over my mind and body. At first, I dismissed it. Maybe it was just stress, or perhaps my body was still adjusting to all the changes in our lives since Jiro and I had gotten married. But as the days went on, something didn't feel quite right. One morning, I woke up feeling unusually fatigued. My body felt heavy, my muscles sore in places I didn’t even know could ache. When I got up to make breakfast, the scent of sizzling eggs and toast immediately turned my stomach. I barely made it to the bathroom before the nausea hit. My stomach churned, and the waves of dizziness left me feeling disoriented. I stared at my reflection in the bathroom mirror, my skin looking pale, almost sickly. The familiar signs, the ones I’d read about before, nagged at the back of

The pain had come out of nowhere. One minute, I was sitting at the kitchen table, sipping on a cup of tea while Hibiki colored in his notebook, and the next, a sharp, searing pain in my abdomen had me clutching my stomach, gasping for air. It was like everything around me stopped, the world fading away until only the agony remained. I tried to stand, tried to breathe through the pain, but it was impossible. My vision blurred, and all I could think of was that this couldn’t be happening. I hadn’t felt anything like this during my pregnancy with Hibiki, and this sudden pain terrified me. My first instinct was to shout for Jiro, but my voice barely escaped my throat. Hibiki was still sitting at the table, his small hands grasping his crayons, completely unaware of what was going on. I had to focus. I had to get to Jiro. My legs trembled as I slowly forced myself to stand. Jiro was in his office, buried in some paperwork when I managed to stumble toward him. He looked up, and the mom