Ayame Akai-Kurogane had inherited two things from her fathers—
her Alpha parent's stubbornness,
and her Omega parent's unsettling silence.
At five years old, she had learned to live with both.
Tonight, though, her little heart thumped like a drum as she tiptoed into the courtyard where the moonlight fell in a silver pool. Her uncle, Hina Sakamoto, had told her something—
something forbidden, something too big for her small hands to hold.
"Your Papa and Daddy… they weren't always like this, Ayame.
Our clans were enemies once. Ask them yourself."
Enemies.
Her parents?
She couldn't understand that word for them.
Not when Ryunosuke Akai, her Alpha father, looked at her Omega father the way storms look at the sea—
as if they were born for each other's ruin.
Not when Arashi Kurogane, her quiet Omega father, tucked her hair behind her ear every morning with hands gentle enough to break hearts.
So Ayame gathered all her courage, walked up to them, and asked:
"Papa… Daddy… how did two enemies fall in love ? Do you both truly love each other?"
The silence hit the room harder than a blade.
Ryunosuke froze mid-step, eyes flicking sharply to Arashi—as if asking permission to breathe.
Arashi's fingers stopped turning the pages of his book.
He didn't look up.
He didn't smile.
He simply whispered:
"Who told you that?"
His voice was soft.
Too soft.
Ayame swallowed.
"U–Uncle Hina—"
Hina, standing behind her, immediately straightened.
Ryunosuke's eyes darkened… possessive, protective, dangerous.
But Ayame barely noticed.
Because Arashi finally lifted his gaze.
Cold.
Unreadable.
Unbroken.
Yet… there was something else in his eyes too.
Something she had never seen on him before.
Fear?
Ryunosuke moved first.
Not to scold. Not to stop.
But to pull Ayame into his arms, as if he could shield her from a past that still bled.
"Some stories," he murmured into her hair, "are not meant for little ones."
Ayame frowned and wriggled away, turning to Arashi.
"But I want to know," she said stubbornly. "How did you two… become us?"
Arashi shut the book.
The air grew colder.
Even Hina stopped breathing.
Arashi walked slowly toward her, kneeling until their eyes were level.
He touched Ayame's cheek.
His fingers were steady, but his eyes were not.
"Ayame," he said quietly, "we became a family because your Papa refused to let me die. And some love are silent. Do you even know the meaning of the word love? Your Papa and Daddy goes beyond the word love. We both wanted a normal family where we are not manipulated and he is my whole world. No one else can touch him besides me. But he loves you truly. "
Ryunosuke's jaw clenched.
Hina looked away.
Ayame's eyes widened.
Arashi continued, voice smooth like a blade sharpened too well:
"And I… did not know love until you were born. Till now, I can't define love. I never want to even know its meaning. But I will always protect my two important persons - Ryunosuke and Ayame, I promise."
Ayame blinked, confused but fascinated.
Arashi stood, turning his gaze to Ryunosuke.
"Tell her the rest," he said, walking past them. "If you dare."
Ryunosuke's breath caught; even Ayame felt the weight of those unspoken histories.
Hina sighed under his breath.
Ayame clung to her Alpha father's sleeve.
"Papa… what does that mean?"
Ryunosuke exhaled shakily, lifting her into his arms.
"It means," he murmured, eyes following Arashi's fading silhouette,
"that the story of how your Daddy and I met…
is the last story you will ever forget."