As I stood there, taking a deep breath to steady my nerves, I heard a soft knock on the door. Before I could even turn around, the door opened, and in walked Kenji, Aoi, Mitsuki, and Daisuke, the newest member of the Key Omega Circle. They all looked so excited and full of energy, and I couldn’t help but feel a bit of warmth spread through me. Despite the overwhelming emotions swirling inside me, seeing them brought a sense of comfort and reassurance. Kenji, as usual, had that playful grin on his face, looking every bit the teasing older brother he was. “Well, well, look at you, Haru,” he said, his voice light. “You clean up nicely. You sure Jiro’s going to be able to let you out of his sight after this?” Aoi, ever the supportive and mischievous presence, chimed in, “Yeah, I’m sure he’s already planning on locking you away after the wedding, just to keep you all to himself.” She winked at me, making my cheeks flush. It was clear they were trying to make light of the nerves I was fee
As the wedding day continued to unfold in a whirlwind of emotions, Jiro found himself in his room, preparing for the ceremony. He was adjusting his cufflinks, trying to calm the excited butterflies fluttering in his stomach, when there was a knock at the door. Before he could respond, the door opened, and in walked Kenji, Aoi, Mitsuki, and Daisuke, each of them carrying an air of quiet authority and genuine warmth. The four of them stepped inside, their eyes filled with purpose, though their expressions remained kind. Kenji, the ever-present big brother figure to Haru, was the first to speak. His tone was casual, but there was a depth to his words that made Jiro pause. “Jiro,” he began, “I just wanted to say, we’re happy for Haru. He’s finally found someone who truly cares for him, someone who will be there for him when it matters most.” Aoi nodded, her posture elegant, but her gaze sharp and unyielding. “Haru deserves someone who can carry the burden of his heart, someone who unde
The air was filled with a soft, serene energy as Haru stood at the altar, his heart racing as he held Hibiki's small hand in his. The gentle hum of the ceremony and the soft rustle of fabric from guests settled into the background as his eyes locked with Jiro’s, standing across from him. The moment felt surreal, like something out of a dream. A dream where he had found the man who would love him and their son forever. A dream where they could finally have the family they always deserved. Haru's throat tightened, and for a second, he thought he might not be able to say the vows he had written in his heart. But as Jiro smiled at him—his smile warm, gentle, and full of devotion—Haru's nerves melted away. This was real. They were real. And nothing could take that away from them. Jiro stepped forward first, his voice steady but filled with emotion. “Haru, when I first met you, I never imagined my life would change the way it did. You were just an omega trying to survive in a world that d
The days after the wedding felt like a dream come true. I kept waiting for the world to turn upside down, to find some reason why I didn’t deserve this kind of happiness. But with each passing day, as Jiro, Hibiki, and I settled into our new life together, I realized that maybe this kind of peace was possible. Maybe we really had built something beautiful. The mornings were the same: quiet, simple, and filled with the comforting rhythm of our routine. I would wake up early to make breakfast while Jiro prepared for his work meetings, his always meticulous schedule. Hibiki would stumble into the kitchen with his messy hair and sleepy eyes, asking for a bowl of cereal or his favorite fruit. The scene was ordinary in the best kind of way. But the beauty of it all lay in the quiet moments—those stolen minutes when I’d catch Jiro’s eyes from across the room, and the weight of his gaze would remind me that I was exactly where I was meant to be. Work had its challenges, of course. Jiro was
The afternoon sunlight poured softly through the living room windows, casting warm rays on the polished wooden floors. Jiro and Hibiki were out in the yard, working on one of their usual projects—something about building a treehouse, though I wasn’t sure how much of it was actually construction and how much was just play. It was one of those rare moments where the house was quieter than usual, the only sounds being the occasional hum of a distant car or the birds chirping outside. I had been sitting on the couch, flipping through a book, when I heard the soft padding of footsteps behind me. Turning, I saw Jiro’s mother, Keiko, standing in the doorway, her expression soft and thoughtful. There was something different about her today, something more contemplative. I knew that, like me, she had a lot on her mind lately—Jiro, Hibiki, the wedding, and the new dynamic that had taken hold of our lives. But today, she seemed to have something specific she wanted to say. “May I sit with you
The morning of Hibiki’s first day at his new school arrived with an air of both excitement and nervousness. I stood at the kitchen counter, watching as Hibiki hurriedly tied his shoes, his small fingers fumbling with the laces in his usual way. The sound of his light chatter filled the room, but it didn’t mask the knot of worry twisting in my stomach. As much as I had wanted this for him—a fresh start, a place where he could grow and thrive—I couldn’t help but feel a pang of concern. Would he be okay? Would he make friends? Would he be able to adjust to the new environment? Jiro, who had been watching from the doorway with a soft smile on his face, must have sensed my unease. He walked over to me, his presence grounding in the midst of my spiraling thoughts. “Haru,” he said, his voice steady, “you’ve raised a strong, resilient kid. Hibiki is going to be just fine.” I turned to look at him, my heart swelling with both gratitude and uncertainty. Jiro had always been the confident on
The evening was unfolding smoothly. The soft murmur of conversation mingled with the clink of glasses as colleagues, clients, and associates gathered for the work event I had been attending. The lavish ballroom, with its glistening chandeliers and elegant décor, was far from my usual comfort zone. Still, I was happy to be there. The event was a chance for me to connect with important figures in the business world, and while I wasn’t thrilled by the prospect of mingling, Jiro’s presence beside me made it more bearable. His hand occasionally brushed against mine as he greeted guests, his alpha aura quietly protective. It was one of those nights where I couldn’t quite shake the feeling of being watched, but it wasn’t an unpleasant sensation. Jiro was always close, his attention ever so subtle, always there. The thought of him being by my side, even when we were surrounded by a crowd of strangers, filled me with a sense of peace. I was halfway through a conversation with a client when I
The hum of the office was quieter than usual, the usual buzz of activity replaced by an atmosphere that felt more tense than it ever had before. Jiro sat behind his desk, papers scattered around him, his brow furrowed as he stared at the latest email from a rival company. His fingers were frozen above his keyboard as he reread the message for the umpteenth time, but the words still didn’t make sense to him. They were trying to steal his project. It wasn’t just the usual competition, the healthy kind that existed between any two successful companies. This was something more personal. The rival company had launched a campaign against his latest project, spreading false rumors and undermining his credibility in the industry. It wasn’t just about the numbers; it was about his reputation, something Jiro had built from the ground up. This was more than a business issue—it was an attack on his very identity, on everything he had worked for. Jiro exhaled sharply, running a hand through his
The moment we stepped through the front door, the rush of warmth that came over me was more than just the physical heat of our home. It was the embrace of familiarity, of being home. I had missed this place more than I’d realized. The sound of our children’s voices filled the air before I could even take off my shoes, and I felt a lump rise in my throat as they ran toward us.“Papa! Daddy!” they called out in perfect unison, their voices full of excitement, joy, and love. The sight of Hibiki, Mina, and Ren rushing toward us was enough to make my heart swell in ways I couldn’t quite describe.I knelt down as fast as I could, trying to catch them all in one go. Mina, being the most affectionate of the three, immediately flung herself into my arms, wrapping her little arms around my neck and burying her face against me. I chuckled, holding her close as I breathed in her familiar scent. The warmth of her tiny body against mine was all I needed to feel complete.“We missed you so much, Pap
It had been years since Jiro and I had taken a vacation just for the two of us. Life had been a constant whirlwind of work, family, and responsibilities. There was always something that needed attention, and as much as I loved our children, the routine had worn us both thin. So when Jiro suggested a quiet getaway, I jumped at the chance. A beach vacation, just the two of us. No kids, no work, just time to reconnect.As we sat in the taxi that was taking us to the airport, I couldn't help but feel a small pang of guilt. Hibiki and Mina were both old enough now to take care of themselves—Mina with her calm and mature demeanor, Hibiki with his protective nature as a big brother—but still, they were our children. Leaving them behind for a few days felt strange, even if we were leaving them in capable hands."You’re still worried, aren’t you?" Jiro said, his voice soft but knowing. He had always been able to read me so easily.I looked at him, offering a small smile. "A little. They’re gro
The warmth of Jiro's presence lingered as I drifted into a peaceful sleep, my body finally giving in to the exhaustion that had been building up over the past few days. There was something comforting about knowing he was still awake, making sure everything was in order, while I let my mind wander into quiet oblivion. I woke up a few hours later to find the room dim, the soft glow of moonlight spilling through the large windows, casting gentle shadows across the room. The house was silent, the only sound being the occasional rustle of the wind outside. For a brief moment, I couldn't remember where I was, disoriented by the unfamiliar stillness. But as my senses returned, I realized I was in our shared bedroom—safe and secure, just the way I liked it. Jiro was no longer sitting in the chair, but I could hear the faint sound of footsteps outside, followed by a muffled voice. It sounded like he was checking on the kids. I smiled to myself, knowing that his love for our family was as con
The house had fallen into a peaceful quiet, the kind that only comes when the day has ended and everyone is tucked away in their respective rooms. The usual hum of energy, the laughter, and the occasional bickering had all faded, leaving just the soft ticking of the clock and the distant sound of a night breeze rustling through the trees outside. Jiro and I were in the living room, alone for the first time in what felt like hours. It had been a busy day, filled with the hustle and bustle of family life, and now, as Ren fell asleep in his room, it was just the two of us. A rare luxury these days. I was curled up on the couch, a soft blanket draped over my legs. Jiro, ever the picture of effortless strength, was sitting in the armchair opposite me, his body still, but his eyes not leaving me for a second. There was something about the silence that stretched between us—comfortable, yet somehow full of unspoken thoughts. “Everything’s quiet now,” Jiro said, his voice low and calm, the
The decision weighed heavily on my mind. The evening had fallen into a quiet stillness, the kind where every little movement seemed to echo. The kids were waiting in the living room, looking at me with those expectant eyes. They were so eager, so sure of themselves. The promise of freedom—the promise of a trip where they could explore and grow, just the four of them—was something they were all craving. And yet, part of me still hesitated. I had spent years watching over Hibiki and Mina, making sure they were safe from the world. I had been there for them in their moments of need, guiding them with a gentle hand, protecting them from the dangers that life could throw their way. But now, they were growing up. They weren’t the small children who needed constant supervision anymore. They were capable, strong, and ready for challenges of their own. Hibiki, my eldest, was already showing the world that he was becoming a man in his own right, not just an Omega, but a responsible and strong
The morning sun had just begun to spill through the windows, casting a warm glow across the living room. It was a quiet, peaceful Saturday, the kind of morning that held a promise of relaxation. Jiro was still upstairs, likely working on some paperwork for the company, and the kids—Hibiki and Mina—were in the kitchen, arguing over what they should have for breakfast. I stood in the hallway, listening to their usual banter, a smile tugging at the corner of my lips. As much as they could drive each other crazy, it was clear that they were as close as ever, always there for one another in their own little sibling way. I took a sip of my tea, feeling the warmth spread through me, and settled into my usual spot on the couch. I had been looking forward to a quiet day with the family, a chance to relax and maybe take a walk in the park later. But little did I know that today was going to bring an unexpected request. Hibiki was the first to appear in the living room. His black hair was stil
The air had a crispness to it that morning, the kind that hinted at the approaching shift of seasons. Summer was slipping away, its warmth receding into the past, and autumn was slowly unfurling its golden hues across the horizon. It was the kind of day that felt both reflective and hopeful, a perfect backdrop for the next chapter of our lives. Jiro and I were standing in the kitchen of our house, the space full of warmth and the scent of freshly brewed coffee. The kids had already eaten breakfast and were getting ready for the day ahead. Hibiki, now in his second year of high school, was making sure his fencing gear was packed and ready for the upcoming competition. Mina, in her third grade, was drawing pictures of planets—her latest obsession was the stars and space exploration. And Ren, ever the curious little one, was running around the house, asking a million questions per minute, his boundless energy never seeming to tire. I watched all of them for a moment, feeling a deep sen
There was something about the rest house deep in the woods that always brought a sense of peace to our family. It was one of those places where time seemed to slow down, where the weight of the world could be set aside, if only for a little while. The house itself was cozy, nestled between towering trees that surrounded it like silent guardians. A large stone fireplace stood in the living room, crackling with warmth as we gathered around, the smell of pine and earth heavy in the air. We had come here for a weekend getaway, a rare chance for all of us to just be together without the distractions of the city, without the pressure of work, school, or responsibilities. Jiro had insisted on this trip—something about needing to reconnect with the simple joys of life. I could see it in his eyes; the weight of his corporate world had been taking a toll on him lately, and this was his way of hitting the reset button. Of course, the moment he mentioned it, the kids were all for it. Hibiki, Min
As the days went by after Mina’s manifestation, I couldn’t help but notice the subtle changes in her. There was a quiet shift in the way she carried herself, a confidence that blossomed from deep within her. I had always known Mina to be the calm, composed, and intelligent child, but now she exuded a different kind of strength—one that came with the acceptance of who she truly was. However, despite her calm demeanor, I couldn’t ignore the tension that seemed to creep into the air whenever she was around others. It was something I noticed not only in her but also in Hibiki, her older brother. Hibiki had always been protective of his younger sister, but now, after her manifestation as an Omega, his protectiveness had grown tenfold. It wasn’t just that he wanted to keep her safe. It was something deeper, something innate in his very being as a Dominant Alpha. As his younger sister, Mina was now seen by other alphas in ways they hadn't before, and while that fact made her uncomfortable,