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The world feels strangely quiet for a wedding day. No chaos, no crowds. Just you, standing between the two men who have claimed every part of you — body, heart, and soul.
Kento’s hand is steady around yours, thumb brushing over your knuckles in slow, grounding circles. Hiromi stands on your other side, his warmth pressing close, his free hand resting at the small of your back like he needs to keep you within arm’s reach.
The officiant’s voice is a blur, some words lost to the pounding of your heart. You catch pieces — union, forever, devotion — and each one feels like it sinks into your skin.
You don’t remember saying I do, but Kento’s lips curve faintly, that small, rare smile reserved only for you, and Hiromi exhales like he’s been holding his breath for years.
When the rings are slipped onto your fingers, you don’t care about the audience or the vows you didn’t memorize perfectly. You care about the way Kento cups your cheek and leans down, pressing a kiss to your lips like a promise that will never break. You care about the way Hiromi follows, taking your face in both hands, kissing you with the fierce, unshaken certainty of a man who knows exactly what’s his.
And when the three of you turn toward the future, hands linked and marks hidden beneath your clothes, you realize it’s not about the ceremony at all.
It’s about the fact that you’ve already been theirs — and they’ve been yours — long before today.
It’s almost funny how the memory comes back to you now, so vivid you can practically feel the warmth of their bodies again.
It hadn’t been planned. No fancy restaurant, no sweeping gestures, no diamonds glittering under candlelight. Just the three of you, sprawled across the bed in a tangle of bare limbs and lazy contentment. Your skin was still warm from touch, your hair tangled where fingers had threaded through it, and the room heavy with the scent of belonging — deep, earthy Alpha, and your own scent curling in between.
Hiromi had been behind you, lips pressed to the slope of your neck, his teeth grazing just enough to make you hum. Kento’s palm rested over your hip, slow circles soothing against your skin as he watched you with that quiet intensity only he could manage.
Somewhere between the soft nips and the unhurried kisses, Hiromi murmured against your skin, “Marry us.”
It wasn’t even a question — more like a claim, a statement that felt as inevitable as breathing.
Your breath caught, your head turning toward Kento instinctively, searching his gaze. He didn’t hesitate. No smirk, no teasing — just that steady, grounded voice that had anchored you from the start. “He’s right,” he said softly, his thumb brushing over your skin like he was already touching the ring. “Marry us.”
You had laughed — breathless, giddy, almost overwhelmed by how right it felt. “Both of you?” you teased, though your chest was already tightening with the answer you knew you’d give.
Kento leaned forward to press his lips to yours, slow and deep, his scent wrapping around you like a promise. When he pulled back, Hiromi’s mouth was already there, stealing his place, tasting your smile before you could speak.
The word yes came out in a whisper, swallowed between their mouths.
And just like that, it was decided. No fanfare. No elaborate plan. Just you, them, and the heavy certainty in your bones that this was home — and it always would be.
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Two small sets of feet patter over the hardwood floors, claws clicking when they’re too excited to keep them sheathed. A girl with her father's honey-colored eyes and his golden hair darts past, giggling as she clutches a stolen toy. Behind her, her little brother—dark hair falling into his eyes, the same shade and sharp shape as Hiromi’s, but with your eyes—chases after her with a determined growl far too cute to be intimidating.
The scent of home wraps around you—familiar, safe, intoxicating. Kento is leaned against the doorway, arms crossed, watching the chaos with the smallest smile tugging at his lips. Hiromi’s on the floor, one knee bent, letting the kids climb all over him while pretending he’s being “defeated” in their battle.
You can’t help it—you just… stop. Stand there and soak in the sight. This is yours. All of it.
When your daughter turns toward you, you crouch and open your arms, letting her crash into you with all the unrestrained energy of youth. Her brother follows a moment later, both of them squealing as you trap them in your embrace.
You scent them briefly, instinctively, before looking up—and meeting the warm, utterly devoted gazes of your mates.
And for just a heartbeat, the whole world feels still.
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You sink back into the couch cushions, your gaze drinking them all in — your alphas, your pups, the life you’ve built. And it hits you, in the quiet way truth always does, that none of this would have been yours if you hadn’t gone to Hiromi that night, asking for a job. If you hadn’t left behind the glitter of parties, the empty nights, the hollow laughter.
You traded it all for this. For them.
And in that moment, you know — you would choose them a thousand times over.