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Prologue –
“The red thread of karma ties me,
But your hands are the scissors.
If I have to die tomorrow,
That it's in your embrace tonight."

The temple at dawn carried a silence unlike any other night. The air smelled of incense and damp earth, as though the world itself was breathing slowly after a storm. On Khem’s skin lingered the warmth of what he had just shared with his master, his Peem: no chains, no impositions—only a refuge he could return to again and again.

He rested against the steady chest of his alpha, listening to his still-unruly breath. Peem’s heart beat strong, like a drum reminding him that he was alive. A thin blanket covered their bodies, and the master’s fingers tangled gently in his damp hair, stroking with a patience that felt infinite.
Peem loved to lose himself in Khem’s body. He always said that an omega was meant to be honored, never used. To him, every kiss was reverence, every touch a prayer. Khem saw him as a canvas painted with ancient tattoos, where his lips became brushes tracing constellations. Across Peem’s back stretched a universe Khem longed to explore over and over, as if he could paint the night sky with nothing but his kisses.

-I should’ve been gentler…- Peem murmured, voice rough, as though he’d fought more with himself than anyone else. Desire overflowed from him, yet he always channeled it into worship. Khem smiled faintly, closing his eyes -

-Don’t say that. If this were my last night, I wouldn’t regret it - It wasn’t the first time he spoke those words, but this time they weren’t born of fear—only of certainty that tomorrow would come. The silence between them was not awkward; it was as if the universe itself held its breath, waiting to listen -

But in the shadows of the corridor, something stirred. Invisible to their eyes, a ghost clung to the walls like mold. Its hatred was heavy, suffocating—a murmur no mantra had been able to erase. It watched with envy, with a bitterness it couldn’t understand.
For a fleeting moment, that shadow remembered. There was still an echo of humanity: the warmth of a home, the sound of a voice calling its name. That sliver of humanity, corroded yet stubborn, kept it anchored here, unable to leave this world.
Stillness was its prison. The only thing that shattered it… was Khem.
How cruel it is to be dead. To cling to a life once unwanted, and later beg to continue it.

At sunrise, the house filled with prayers, as it always did. Peem rose before Khem, preparing offerings and talismans. There was always a ghost outside that refused to yield to divine law. They were not meant to linger; they needed to find the light and reincarnate. Balance between life and death was inevitable, but when it threatened the living, the master had to act.
The karmic curse still moved something inside Khem. As his birthday approached, the winds grew restless. He had not lost the ability to see ghosts, to hear them, to feel them. And they knew it. Some came to him for aid; others came to harm. In that realm, consciousness was nothing like the living’s. And although Khem didn’t fully understand how to manage his gift, he was determined to be brave.
He and Peem knew it would take time—years could not erase lifetimes of being haunted. The battle with Ramphueng had been devastating, but it had reminded them: not even death shows mercy to a tormented soul thirsting for justice. Hatred devours everything, cripples every step.
Now Khem had returned to university, newly graduated, home again with his alpha. He had no job offers yet, no rush to work—he wanted to savor the time he had been denied. The past five weeks together had healed him, slowly, tenderly. After all, Peem was a healer; he gave Khem back his energy.

-You look pale - Peem said as Khem rose after meditation. Khem forced a smile, though his eyes betrayed his fatigue -

-You’ve been staying up with that game - Peem added - Don’t think I haven’t noticed you playing with Jet once I fall asleep -

-It’s nothing. I’m just tired from the rituals. I’m used to sleepless nights—and anyway, I haven’t stayed up that late -

Deep down, Khem knew something in his body had changed: a strange ache in his stomach, a brief dizziness when he bent to pick up a brush. Small signs he ignored. How could he suspect anything else, with so much work at hand?

- I’ve been painting a lot. I knew you were going to say something, but I want to gift that mural to the village. Jet’s been at it too—but he ate a whole chicken while I only had a few bites -

-You don’t need to finish so fast. Don’t push yourselves - Peem replied -

The mural honored the village’s late shaman grandmother, who had once safeguarded the community’s vital forces.

-Jet even painted you—you’re in a corner -Khem teased, knowing Peem would have stern words with Jet for that. “I promise I’ll take it easy -

That night they held another ritual, meant to appease the restless spirits and offer to the mountain gods. The night was thick with incense and cold wind. The sacred fire flickered at the temple’s center, sputtering as though someone tried to snuff it out.
Khem shivered—not from the cold, but from the ancient sensation of being watched.
Then the darkness folded in on itself, and she appeared.
The ghost rose behind the flames: tall, her ocher skin cracked like dried clay, fingers long and blackened down to bone. Her eyes burned like embers without light. Each movement cracked like breaking branches. Her dress hung in tatters, save for a strip of clean lace on her shoulder—a cruel reminder of the woman she once was.
Jet trembled as though submerged in ice; Chan’s legs locked beneath him.
Her voice boomed in every direction at once:

-Khem is mine! -

The smoke around her reeked of metal and rot, like rusted iron. Khem’s throat burned raw, and his hand flew to his neck.
At once, the phantom lunged for him.

-No! - Peem roared, lifting the amulet from his chest -

-Khem! - Jet tried to run, but his feet sank as though into quicksand -

Peem’s prayer escaped in a harsh whisper, talismans blazing and spreading into a wall of light. Even so, Khem collapsed to his knees, breath shattered. Invisible hands clamped around his throat, leaving black marks like soot.

-Peem…- he gasped, trembling fingers clawing at the floor. - I…I can’t…-

The alpha gritted his teeth, holding the circle of protection. Through their bond, he felt Khem’s pain bleeding into him, burning through the mark on his neck. Their connection was more than emotional—it was soul-deep.

-Hold on! Don’t let her in! - he shouted, though his words felt as fragile as the faltering fire.
In his agony, Khem felt something strange—not just suffocation, but a warmth curling inside him, defending itself. For an instant, he thought he heard it: a faint, delicate heartbeat.
What… is this? -

The ghost froze as though she too had sensed it. Her crimson gaze locked on Khem. And in a broken tone, between shrieks, she whispered a name. A human name. One that had nothing to do with him.
Peem seized the moment. His mantras surged in a roar, sweat dripping past his lips. His tattoos glowed, blessings carved into living flesh. The amulet blazed like a miniature sun, forcing the ghost back. She shrieked like red-hot metal plunging into water, until the wall of light consumed her. Her figure shattered into the forest shadows, leaving only echoes of grief and emptiness.
The silence afterward was brutal. The fire, drained, sputtered into embers.
Khem lay crumpled on the floor, lips purple, throat marked. His chest heaved with shallow gasps; his eyes barely clung to Peem’s.

-Master… - Chan could barely lift himself, his strength drained. Jet crawled forward, shaking -

-Forgive me for putting you through this - Peem whispered, voice broken, pressing his forehead to Khem’s -

-You don’t have to apologize… Peem… when I’m in your arms, I’m not afraid… -

His words were weak but certain.
Peem held him tightly, ignoring the panic tearing through his chest. And between them, unbeknownst to either, a second heart beat—tiny, secret, sheltered.

-Khem! - Jet cried, grabbing his leg so hard his shoe slipped off. Chan collapsed beside them, dragging himself forward -

-I’m calling an ambulance - Jet said, as blood trickled scarlet from Khem’s nose -

-You’ll be fine, Khem - he swore. But all four of them knew this was something far beyond their understanding -

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The village seemed to breathe easier after the spiritual storm. The gallery where Khem painted opened its doors with new canvases, children ran through the square, and the elders greeted Master Peem on his way to the temple.
But for Khem, each day grew heavier. Fatigue clung to his bones, dizziness struck without warning, and even the scent of incense made him grimace.
Jet was the first to notice. He still linked it to the night of the ghost’s attack—how the memory still sent shivers through him, how he could still recall the stench that clung to her.

-You look awful, Ai’Khem - Jet said, stepping closer to where his friend was still painting at the easel. Charn folded his arms, nodding -

-This isn’t normal. If Master doesn’t take you to a doctor, I will,” Pharan added, glancing up from the scrolls he was arranging. He’d tried convincing Khem to rest, but his omega always answered with a stubborn smile. This time, though, Khem didn’t have the strength to argue. A sudden wave of vertigo forced him to steady himself against the wall -

The village clinic smelled sharply of disinfectant. The doctor examined Khem calmly, while Pharan squeezed his hand, nervous. Jet and Chan waited outside, whispering anxiously.
After hearing about Khem collapsing the other night and the nosebleed, the doctor had run some tests. Khem suspected anemia, but the doctor had to consider other factors—especially since Khem was a newly marked omega.

-Well - the doctor finally said, setting the papers down on the desk - Congratulations—you’re pregnant -

The silence was so profound Khem thought he’d imagined it. His breath hitched, eyes darting to Peem. His alpha stood frozen, as if the entire world had stopped turning.

-P…pregnant? - Khem whispered -

-Yes - the doctor confirmed - It would be good to do an ultrasound. We won’t see much yet, but I can at least estimate how far along you are -to Khem, every word sounded like a foreign language -

-If that’s necessary, then yes - Peem answered for him -

Everything blurred after that. He only remembered lying on the bed, the cold gel on his stomach, and Peem’s steady hand holding his. Then the doctor’s voice cut through the haze.

-From what I see in the scan… this isn’t just one baby -Peem’s grip tightened on his omega’s hand -

-What… does that mean? - Khem asked, unable to make sense of the grainy image -

-There are two sacs—twins - the doctor replied with a smile. “It’s rare for a male omega to carry twins or triplets—it happens more often with women. But male omegas usually handle it well, and labor tends to go faster. -

The air in the room shifted. Khem pressed trembling hands to his belly, unsure whether to cry from fear or joy. Peem was stunned too. The babies were nearly two months along—and all he could think was that he hadn’t cared for his omega well enough, that he had endangered him and their children. Their children. The alpha instinct flared inside him like a switch being flipped.

-By the size, and based on what you’ve told me, you’re about five to six weeks along - the doctor continued - It’s important to take care of the babies. I’ll prescribe vitamins and supplements, and I recommend seeing a nutritionist to watch your diet. With twins, you’ll likely feel more fatigue than usual, and your belly will grow faster—completely normal. I’ll see you again in a month for the next appointment -

Through the bond, Peem could feel his omega’s overwhelm. Neither of them had had time to process this new reality.
When they were finally alone, their eyes met. It was new, unplanned… but somehow it made them both happy. Peem brushed a tear from Khem’s cheek, his touch tender.

-Alpha… we’re having babies -Khem whispered, voice breaking into a small smile -

-Fate has given us two more lives to protect -Peem replied - I swear, nothing will ever harm you, Khem—not you, not our babies - the word felt strange on his tongue, almost unbelievable. He had never imagined himself like this: bound to an omega he loved, on the verge of fatherhood -

Jet and Chan waited at the doorway, worried. Chan had told his boyfriend he had a gut feeling things would turn out fine, and now they both held their breath.

-Well?! - Jet asked, practically bouncing with nerves -

Khem flushed, but it was Peem who spoke, his voice calm but shimmering with a joy none of them had ever heard from him before.

-Soon, Khem and I will be growing our family - Chan let out a nervous laugh. Jet nearly choked on his own breath -

-The doctor also said… - Khem added shyly, his hands drifting to his stomach -There are two babies -

-What?! Two, right off the bat? - Chan and Jet were just as stunned as the couple—but just as thrilled -

-Master, you’ve made me so happy! - Jet’s voice cracked, on the verge of tears - We’re going to be uncles, Chan! -

But as they celebrated, a chill swept through the house. From a dark corner, a whisper slithered through the walls, almost too faint to hear:

-Those children… must not be born -

The news echoed in Khem’s mind long after leaving the clinic. Twins. The word pressed against his chest, too large to fit inside him. He stared at his hands, as if he could already see them cradling two tiny lives. Dizziness swept over him again.
That night, when Jet and Chan’s excitement had faded into quiet, Khem sat at the edge of the bed, eyes fixed on the floor.

-I’m an omega, Peem - his voice trembled. “But I’m still a man. What will people say? What will they think, seeing me with… with a belly like that? - Peem knelt before him, catching his gaze with unwavering eyes, his hands enclosing Khem’s -

-They’ll say you’re brave. That you were chosen for something few could endure. That you tamed the most stubborn, solitary, cold alpha in this whole village. Most of all, you need to know that no matter what you think of yourself, I will never—ever—let you believe I could think less of you. You are the best gift karma has ever given me. I’ve loved you for lifetimes, and I’ll love you for countless more - Khem wanted to believe him, but fear still slipped through the cracks -

-But what if I can’t… protect them? What if something happens to me during the birth? I’m scared - his eyes glistened again -

-I won’t let that happen - Peem vowed, fierce and unshakable. His voice deepened, his alpha instinct bleeding through - From now on, you won’t carry anything heavy. You won’t skip meals or stay up late. You’ll sleep when I say, and if I have to cook for you myself, I will - Khem raised an eyebrow, trying to smile despite himself. He’d never seen this strict, possessive side of Pharan -

-So you’re going to start bossing me around now? Strict alpha -

-To take care of you? Spoiled omega - Peem countered gently, kissing his forehead - I won’t fail you—or them - He pressed his hand against Khem’s belly - You’ll always be what matters most -

The dreams began that same week. Khem tossed and turned in bed, drenched in cold sweat. In the darkness of his dream, he saw the spectral woman’s figure approaching, her blackened hands reaching for his belly. But through the echo of her shrieks, two soft voices called out:

-Papa…-

Khem jolted awake, breath ragged. Instinctively, his hands flew to his still-flat stomach, as if to confirm the babies were there.
Half-asleep, Peem wrapped an arm around him, pulling him close.

-The ghost again, wasn’t it? - he murmured, eyes still heavy with sleep, Khem swallowed and nodded. That ghost hadn’t approached them again—except in dreams -

-Yes… but this time… I heard something else. Two little voices. They called me Papa - Peem’s hold tightened, as though he could shield all three of them within his chest -

-Then listen to them, not the ghost. Our children are protecting you. And I’ll make sure they reach our arms—alive, and safe -

Khem closed his eyes. And for the first time that night, instead of fear, he felt a strange warmth—like a new heartbeat, one he didn’t yet understand.
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The news of the twins changed everything in the house. Peem began reinforcing the walls with talismans. Jet and Chan, though they grumbled about the “extra work,” carried furniture and hauled wood to help prepare the babies’ room.
Khem watched from the kitchen. His paintings had softened: dawn-lit landscapes, flowers opening to the sun, tiny figures with smiling faces. His nesting instinct filled every canvas with life.
But shadows crept into his brushstrokes too. Sometimes, when he passed by a finished painting, he noticed blurred shapes he hadn’t painted—long shadows behind the flowers, eyes hidden in the folds of the sky. And always, in the lower corner, a dark circle appeared, like a smear of soot.
Nights became restless. Khem often woke with the chilling sense of someone whispering at his ear. In dreams, hallways stretched endlessly, children’s laughter mingled with a guttural scream, and at the threshold she always appeared: the ghost woman, her blackened fingers leaving ash-marks on the floor.

-Dad…- whispered the soft voices -

-Mine - growled the specter, claiming what was not hers -

Khem woke drenched in sweat, hands flying to the swell of his stomach. It had only just begun to round, no movements yet, but the weight was constant, a living reminder.
Even half-asleep, Peem always heard him. He would rise in silence, wrap his arms around Khem from behind, and murmur in a husky voice:

-You don’t sleep alone anymore. They’re here with us. I’m here with you -

One afternoon, while sorting brushes, Khem heard children’s laughter behind him. He thought it must be the Khuman spirits who guarded the house. But when he turned, the blurred silhouettes appeared in full clarity: two barefoot children, their smiles radiant.

-We hear them too - said the taller one, his voice bright, Khem pressed a hand to his belly, astonished -

-My babies? You can hear them? - Both nodded -

-They’re strong, but they’re afraid. You must protect them from the woman who walks in shadow -

Before he could ask more, they vanished, leaving behind the faint chiming of bells, as if the air itself had rung.
Khem had only ever heard about the Master’s Khuman from Jet’s stories—never seen them. How could he suddenly see them now?
Peem climbed the stairs with a tray of freshly made food, only to find his omega’s face lit with shock.

-What happened? - he asked, setting down the tray -

-I heard voices just before you came up. It was the babies, but… I also saw the Khuman - Pharan frowned deeply, unsettled -

-But you’ve never… - he stopped. The talismans, the protective necklace, all his efforts still didn’t assure him the ghost wasn’t being used by someone else - Do you know how Khuman are made, Khem? - Khem shook his head -

-They’re used for good or evil. But to create a Khuman, the soul of an unborn child is bound—often when the mother dies before they’re born. Their souls are tied. The one who becomes their master can also free them, and then they can reincarnate. That’s why I filled the house with spells. Two unborn children would be perfect prey for a sorcerer to create Khuman - Khem’s breath caught -

You think the ghost is doing this on someone’s orders? - Peem sighed -

-I don’t know. That’s why I’ve reinforced everything. As for why you could see them… I have no clear answer. You have a gift, Khem. What’s been more curse than blessing until now—few can see the souls of the dead. And I… I practice magic, as my grandfather did, and his father before him. Maybe that blood runs in our children too—genes and karma - Khem smiled faintly, taking his hand -

-You’re supposed to be the one telling me everything will be all right. But let me remind you instead: they’ll be born safe. Six months from now, they’ll be in our arms - Peem’s stern face softened -

-I believe that too. And if you ask me… something tells me they’re boys - Khem’s eyes lit up - And I bet they’ll be just as spoiled and moody as me - Peem chuckled -

-And they’ll frown exactly like their father -
Moments like this outweighed everything else. In Peem’s arms, Khem could be as tender, as spoiled, as his alpha allowed -

But whispers spread in the village. An old woman claimed to see a hunched figure by the river, hair plastered to her face, hands black as ash. Others spoke of weeping in the fields, or chickens found dead with soot marks on their feathers. Laments of a mother searching for her children. Each time, the air turned icy cold.
When the rumor reached Peem, he strengthened his prayers, wore his strongest amulet to bed, and cast protective spells over the babies. Jet and Chan no longer joked about “extra chores.” They hung amulets at every window, and Chan even slept in the next room, ready to use his gifts if needed. No one took this threat lightly. No one would touch their nephews.
And still, the shadow didn’t relent. Objects shifted on their own, paintings crashed without reason, whispers drifted through the halls. And always, as her signature, the black circle of soot appeared: on the half-built crib, in the courtyard dirt, hidden in the curtains, across the bedroom door.

One night, Khem’s scream split the silence.
-Peem! The crib! -

They rushed into the nursery. The wood was clawed, as if invisible hands had torn it apart. The air stank of rot, handprints smeared the walls like filthy mud. The brand-new crib lay in splinters. Peem raised a talisman, and the shadow shrieked, dissolving into nothing.

-This time, they weren’t attacking you - Peem said grimly - They want the babies -

Chan and Jet burst in. Chan threw himself between Khem and the air, as if shielding him with his own body.
Khem clutched his belly, trembling. For the first time, the fear made sense—the ghost could be working under a sorcerer’s orders. They wanted the twins for something darker.
Peem thought the same. He wouldn’t allow anyone to touch his children. Whoever had sent this thing would pay dearly—not as a mage, but as an alpha, as a father. If he had to tear the face off whoever dared, he would.

The following days thickened with tension. In the courtyard, Peem led a ritual. The fire roared, prayers weaving into smoke. Jet and Chan stood with him in the circle, while Khem, seated behind, clutched the strongest talisman. They needed to know the ghost’s true intent. If it had to be sealed in a vessel, he would do it. If a sorcerer had to be bound, he would. Whatever it took—for Khem, for the twins.
The shadow appeared, furious, clearer than ever. Her eyes burned like coals, soot spreading beneath her feet as her tattered robes unraveled. But this time, she couldn’t cross the barrier. Peem’s voice thundered:

-You’ll never take what doesn’t belong to you! -

-Those babies are mine! - she howled, slamming against the barrier, only to be thrown back -

-Tell me whose hand commands you! - Peem roared, his face twisted in fury, instincts blazing through -

-No man bound me in life, no man shall bind me in death. What was mine will be mine again! -The entity dissolved into a freezing gale, leaving silence in her wake. Heavy silence—not victory -

Khem, exhausted, turned to Peem with tears brimming.

-They feel everything… The babies know something wants to hurt them. I don’t know how to explain it. I don’t even know if it’s really them I hear, but I feel it -

Peem gathered him tight, as if his arms could erase every evil. His chest ached at the sight of his omega’s fear, at his own helplessness. He couldn’t fail—not his mate, not his children.

-Then we’ll show them how much we’re protecting them. They can’t be afraid. Their father will do everything to keep them safe. Their father would die for them -

On the horizon, the crescent moon rose—an omen that the worst was yet to come. But within that house, every talisman and every prayer burned with one promise: this alpha would fight, against any spirit, against anyone.
The shadow might wield power, but Pharan carried more than magic. He carried rage, and a greater purpose.

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Life in the village seemed peaceful on the surface.
Every morning, Khem and Jet went to the gallery to paint and teach. Their serene, sun-lit canvases had become a new passion—as if with each brushstroke they could erase the restless nights. Each afternoon, Peem tended to the villagers, who had begun to bring new worries with them.

-Master, we heard babies crying out in the fields at dusk— but no one was there -

-What did the cries sound like? - Peem asked, already sensing a connection between these events, Khem, and the spirits -

-Like they were hungry… or in pain - they said.
No one had ever heard cries like that before. There were no ghosts of infants—at least, there hadn’t been until now -

-Afterward the houses turn cold, even though it’s burning hot outside - others whispered, frightened. “Has someone cursed us? -

-No one has cursed anyone - Peem assured them calmly - You’re not in danger -

But everyone knew this was tied to the Master’s omega—the one expecting his first child. And they also knew that the souls of unborn children, being pure and luminous, could attract greed and malice.

The ghost was no longer a secret.
Her presence hung in the air like a dampness that could never dry. She wandered the outskirts, repeating her mournful call, asking for what she believed was hers.
Pharan was not alone in fighting her—other magic masters had come to help, determined to protect their children.

One dawn, Peem awoke with his heart pounding.
Beside him, Khem slept, cradling his four-month belly, his face tired yet tender. The alpha brushed a hand over the soft curve, and without knowing why, closed his eyes again.
Then he heard it—two children’s laughter, bright and innocent.

-Daddy, we’re here -

Peem’s eyes flew open, but the room was empty save for Khem’s steady breathing. His hands trembled. That night, he understood—the children were already reaching out. They were fighting to exist just as their parents were fighting to protect them.
He also realized their power was deep and ancient, like Khem’s own—Ramphueng had been right: the fiercest magic is born from a mother’s will to protect her children.

The ghost, however, began to reveal more of herself.
During a ritual, after Peem confronted her with sacred mantras—punishment for the nightmares she had been inflicting on his omega—her voice broke through the night:

-I was a mother too! I felt them move inside me! But mine died before seeing the light. It’s not fair! They must return to the cycle, not remain trapped here! -

Her blackened shape trembled. For a moment, through the hatred twisting her form, Khem thought he saw a human face—a woman’s face—soft features glistening with tears in her hollow eyes.

A chill ran down Khem’s spine.
Part of him understood her pain, yet fury flared inside him.

-They’re not yours. These children are mine! -
The shadow shrieked in anguish, as if the word mine had pierced her like a blade -

-You’ll never have them! -

Peem strengthened the protective charms around their home—but he didn’t stop there.
Seeing how exhausted Khem was from nausea and dizziness, he took charge of everything: brewing herbal teas to soothe his stomach, making sure he rested after painting, cooking healthier meals, and ensuring he took his vitamins. He even asked Jet and Chan to watch over Khem whenever he was away.
Soon, he reduced his time teaching at the village school, afraid the ghost might attack when he wasn’t near.

One night, as the wind rattled the talismans hanging from doors and beams, Peem took Khem’s hand and looked into his eyes.

-I promised your father I’d take care of you—just as I did your mother. I know living here isn’t like Bangkok; it’s quieter, simpler. But I’ll always do my best for you -

He pointed toward a small blue car parked outside—it wasn’t luxurious, but it meant something.

-I was alone for a long time. A bicycle isn’t enough now that we’re a family of four - he said, smiling softly. The changes they were making together—their growing family—felt thrilling -

-I’m scared too, Khem. But I need to focus on you, to make sure you feel safe. If you fall, I’ll be the one to lift you up. You’re the heart of my life. And now, you’re the bridge to the most sacred thing I’ll ever have—our family.
Neither of us has to be alone anymore. Our children will never be without one of us -he placed his hand gently over Khem’s belly -

-No curse, no karma will ever take us from them -

Khem leaned in to kiss his alpha. He knew he had made the right choice.
Bangkok might be larger, livelier, full of distractions—but there he had always been alone.
In this quiet, humble place, he had found something new: companionship.
The kiss deepened, filled with a desire that sought not only comfort but affirmation of life amid the death haunting them.
They clung to each other’s warmth, to the intimacy of bodies intertwined, as if that closeness could ward off the chill of spirits.
Between soft gasps, Peem caressed every line of Khem’s body, careful not to press against his belly yet unable to hide the passion he felt. He kissed, nipped, and licked the bond mark on his omega’s neck—the mark that united them in body and soul—while Khem trembled with anticipation.
There was no awkwardness anymore, no hesitation from their first time; only the raw certainty of love.

-I’ll go slow. I don’t want to hurt you - Peem murmured -

Khem nodded, his hands clutching Peem’s shoulders. He still felt shy being seen like that; his body was changing, growing under the weight of two lives.
Peem noticed the flicker of doubt in his eyes and gently touched his face.

-Hey - he whispered -I saw that thought in your eyes -

-You’ve learned to read minds now? - Khem teased, glancing down before Peem tilted his chin back up -

-I’m completely, utterly in love with you - Peem said simply. There was no falsehood in his voice - To me, you’re perfect. But if you’re uncomfortable, we can stop. I don’t ever want you to think I desire you less because your body has changed. I love every part of you—especially now - Khem admired his alpha’s honesty—his gentleness -

-I want this - he whispered - I know my alpha would never hurt me. Just… slow down. I’m sensitive -

Pharan entered his omega slowly, and Khem nearly lost his breath.
He waited before moving, taking his time. In the past, their passion had been wild—consuming, almost primal—driven by the strength of the alpha’s heat. But that night was different.
Peem moved with tenderness, seeking pleasure, not dominance.
And Khem melted beneath him, seeing stars as their love unfolded again and again. Later, lying together in exhaustion, he wondered how his alpha hadn’t gotten him pregnant much sooner.

When they lay tangled beneath the blankets, Khem rested his forehead against Peem’s chest.

-As long as I can be like this with you, I won’t be afraid - Peem held him tighter, each caress a silent promise -

Their days were calm after that—simple, peaceful moments like sharing tea on the porch.
But the ghost did not rest.
A few days later, Jet and Chan returned from the forest, pale and shaken.

-It’s not just you she’s haunting - Chan said, teeth clenched - We saw her walking among the trees, carrying something in her arms. I swear it looked like a baby wrapped in a blanket - he swallowed hard - Can she take a real child? -
Khem felt a hollow in his stomach—he had dreamed that scene over and over: the ghost cradling something, as if still rocking her dead children to sleep -

The village, the dreams, even the walls of their home seemed filled with the echo of that broken motherhood.
And yet, Peem’s resolve was clear.

-If she comes, she won’t have it easy. I’ll fight to the end to protect my family. I’ll use every kind of magic—even the forbidden ones, if I must -

Khem believed him.
Or wanted to—because deep down, he knew the worst was still to come.

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The full moon climbed slowly over the village, silvering the rooftops and the palm trees. For weeks now, omens had been piling up—roosters crowing at midnight, water in the clay jars turning murky on its own, and children waking from nightmares where a woman without eyes whispered into their ears.
Khem could feel it in his skin. His belly was heavy now, nearly six months along, and every night the twins’ movements grew stronger. Sometimes they startled him while he was painting, as if playing tricks on him; other times during meditation beside Peem, while cooking some craving, even in the bath. It always made him smile—those fluttering kicks, that constant reminder that life moved inside him. His heart fluttered too, his omega nature responding with pure joy.
At night, he often stayed awake, caressing the round curve of his belly and whispering soft words until the little ones calmed down.
One of those nights, he heard soft, childish laughter around him.

-Daddy… don’t be afraid. We’ll take care of you - his heart clenched, and warm tears slid down his cheeks. Peem stirred awake at the sound of his uneven breathing and wrapped his arms around him from behind, his hand resting over Khem’s belly -

-They talked to you again? - the alpha whispered gently. Khem nodded. Peem had heard the babies a few times as well—voices meant more to soothe their omega father than him. Somehow, the unborn children knew Khem needed that comfort -

-They’re so clear, Peem… What if I can’t protect them? What if she? -Peem turned him carefully, looking straight into his eyes -

-You’re not alone, Khem. No one will take them from us. They’ll be born free, I swear on everything I am. Our children will be safe—and so will you. You have to promise me you’ll fight too. Don’t you dare leave me -

-I’ll fight with everything I have to protect them - Khem said, stroking his belly. A tiny movement answered him - There’s nothing I wouldn’t do for them. I love them, even though I don’t know them yet. I don’t blame Ramphueng anymore… I’d destroy anyone who tried to harm them. I’d fight for them in this life and all the ones after -

As the pregnancy advanced, the nesting instinct grew stronger. Like every pregnant omega, Khem needed to feel safe, to create a space that would calm his mind and ease the symptoms that came with carrying life.
He spent hours folding blankets, rearranging fabric again and again, stealing Peem’s shirts or trousers to line the nest, filling it with his mate’s scent. Peem never complained. Jet teased him constantly, calling him obsessed with pillows, but even Chan stopped joking when he saw the peace in Khem’s eyes as he smoothed every corner of the crib.
They’d started buying baby things—tiny clothes, diapers, bottles, blankets, two bathing tubs, socks, hats, even rattles. Jet had helped a few of the village men reinforce the railings around the stairs, “just in case.” He was the one obsessed with safety.

-Master, all these things in your sacred altar are dangerous for our babies - Jet interrupted in the middle of the shaman’s meditation -

-Excuse me, our babies? - Peem raised a brow, visibly annoyed -

-Hey, I was the one who introduced you to Khem. Technically, this is all thanks to me - Jet retorted, walking around and pointing at objects - The Khuman dolls are colorful, and those red sodas you offer as tribute look like toys. The kids could grab them and get hurt. And these jars? Way too big, way too close to where two crawling babies could reach them! What about the stairs? You’ll need a gate; one fall and child services will show up - Peem tried to ignore him and return to his meditation, but Jet was unstoppable - We’ve already padded the railings because they could slip through. Also, I’ve been reading about breastfeeding it’s the healthiest option, so no pacifiers, they hurt their gums. Bottles only for emergencies. No walkers, they mess up development. And definitely no sleeping alone the spirits could hurt them while you two are asleep. I’ve already ordered protective bell bracelets, and also -

-Jet, if you don’t stop right now, I’ll make you sleep outside - the alpha grumbled. He appreciated his friends deeply, but their energy could drive him mad. His omega was more than enough chaos for one man. Maybe it was the age difference or maybe he was simply too introverted -

-I appreciate that you care about my omega and my children - he added pointedly - But first, they’re not even born yet, and you’re already worrying about them walking. We’ll deal with that when it comes. Thanks for the rails, though. And yes, we already agreed our children will sleep in the same room with us, and we’ve got the bell bracelets too. As for breastfeeding, that’s limited in male omegas, as you should know - he sighed - Now go help Khem. He and Chan were about to bake cookies -

Khem spent the afternoon painting—suns, gentle rivers, blooming flowers. He’d even painted how he imagined their babies might look. Just an idea, but he hoped they’d take after Peem. On the nursery walls, he began drawing small protective symbols by hand—instinctive, ancient marks as if his body already knew what the babies needed.
Peem watched him silently, a deep, almost painful tenderness swelling in his chest. He had sworn to protect the entire village, yet the thing he feared losing most was that omega who painted flowers in a world filling with shadows.
The age difference sometimes weighed on him. He wouldn’t trade this life for anything—but there were nights he wondered if Khem might have been happier with someone his own age. At twenty-four, Khem was about to become a father; Peem was thirty-four, and though older, he was just as inexperienced in love. He’d never courted anyone before, never learned how to express affection properly. He’d kept himself closed off for years—and now he understood why. He’d been waiting for Khem all along.
The villagers had begun to notice more signs. At dusk, they swore they heard babies crying somewhere in the distance—soft wails that faded into silence. An old woman claimed she’d seen the ghostly woman by the river, cradling two invisible bundles in her arms.
Peem knew he needed answers. He had to confront the spirit, but she wouldn’t speak willingly. A ritual could be dangerous, so he waited—waited for one of them to dream of her again. And when it happened, the truth finally came out.

-You don’t understand! - the ghost screamed, her voice ragged - I carried them in my womb too! Two, like yours! My husband left us… hunger devoured us… I prayed to the gods to save them, but no one listened. They died in my arms. So I threw myself into the river—with them -

Her face, beneath the black smoke, softened for an instant—revealing the shattered sweetness of a mother who had loved too much.

-I can’t bear the emptiness! If your children live, they must fill the place of mine. They deserve another chance! - Khem’s hands flew to his belly, torn between horror and compassion. He understood her pain in some distant way—but instinct roared louder -

-No! My children aren’t a payment or a replacement they’re mine! - he shouted, reciting one of Peem’s protection chants with trembling conviction - Your children are gone, and you must let them go! -

The ghost shrieked, and Khem jolted awake, trembling. Peem immediately gathered him into his arms, whispering reassurance.
When Khem opened his hand, something cold brushed his skin—a white handkerchief, stained red, fluttering like the spirit’s eternal curse.

-Is it possible? What she’s trying to do to my babies—can she really do it? - Khem asked, his voice breaking -

-No - Peem said firmly - The souls of her children would have reincarnated long ago. Baby souls are pure—they return quickly. If she tries to force her will, she’ll only draw in wandering spirits. Infants are vulnerable to dark magic… that’s why she hasn’t moved on. Her grief chained her here. She’s lost even the right to be reborn -

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The house awoke warm, fragrant with the incense Peem lit every morning. Khem, six months along, moved with the slowness of one carrying the weight of the world. His belly was already quite prominent—a clear sign he was carrying more than one baby—and every movement of the twins was a promise and a warning: they were alive, strong... and growing more restless by the day. Peem watched him while preparing herbal teas. He'd noticed Khem talking to the babies more often lately, as if they were answering him. Sometimes he’d laugh, other times he’d cry, and Peem would simply hold him in silence, letting himself be swept away by the tenderness this Omega stirred in him.

-I just can't settle on good names - Khem said one morning, tidying the small blankets Jet had washed - I thought about using your father's, or my grandfather's... but none of them feel quite right - Peem looked up -

-Maybe we shouldn't jump the gun. They’ll tell us when they’re born, or maybe one of these nights, though I bet they’ll let you know first - Khem smiled, stroking his belly -

-They will, yes, they tell me things - That conversation would sound absurd to any other couple, but both lived steeped in magic and mysticism. Of course Peem believed what his Omega said, because he himself had heard their babies in dreams, and even while meditating - I don't understand how this soul business works. Sometimes you’d think people just don’t have one, and other times it seems like people carry thousands, as if they're looking after them. I don't know where our babies are right now, either. I guess some things are beyond our knowing, and this is one of them. They know our history; it's like they knew my mother and yours. It’s as if they’ve walked with us in the past - He sighed with nostalgia - I hope that where they are, if it’s at all possible, well, I hope they know about Thong and Ake -

-It’s possible. Not even my grandfather or I could say where our souls bide their time before coming to this earth. Perhaps they do know our family, and I'd wager they know the souls of Thong and Ake. They were brilliant, luminous souls; it would be impossible to miss them - They sat down side by side - Perhaps we can suggest a couple of names to the babies? - Khem nodded -

-Pharan Junior - He took his Alpha’s hand and placed it on his belly, but there was no response -Phayu - a slight movement - Tongfa, Dao, Arthit, Athiwat - But nothing - Your turn -

-Phuwadol, Niran - The babies moved - Pachara, Sasithorn - No movement - Chanikan, Namwan - Still nothing - I see someone’s going to rule us with tantrums, and Mummy and Daddy won’t be able to do a thing - He said this close to Khem’s belly, and this time, there was a definite reaction - Very clever -

-I think we'll have to brainstorm more names, for both boys and girls. I know we have a hunch and have chosen not to know what they are, but they might just spring a surprise on us -

-I don't see why not. Let’s find more names and ask the babies - He sweetly stroked his Omega's belly. There were moments in the day, like before bed, when he would do this, and the babies would immediately move. Moments like that made him feel invincible. He knew he would never be alone again. He loved this; his world was better -

That peace, however, was fragile. The omens continued: the offering water woke up murky, the altar flowers inexplicably withered, and some villagers swore they’d seen a woman’s figure on the riverbank, cradling something invisible in her arms. As the pregnancy advanced, so did the appearances of the specter. They didn't know if she would attack again or if she planned to finish her work on the day the twins were born.
Mid-afternoon, a pickup truck pulled up in front of the house. Peem was the first to peer out from the second floor, followed by Jet. It was a surprise to see Prim and Pong there, old friends returning for a visit after a long absence. The siblings had accepted that their feelings weren't returned and had moved on with their lives. Prim didn't push and never would; she knew they weren’t meant to be. Pong also understood he would find the affection he desired after Khem, but only as a friend. They hadn’t visited in a long time due to their work, and because, despite understanding the situation, their feelings lingered—a broken heart can drive you away from what you once loved so much. Prim got out of the vehicle with her usual smile.

-Pharan, I'm so glad to see you again - Her expression changed when she saw Khem, who had approached with Chan after hearing the Omega’s voice - Khem? - she whispered, stunned - You’re... pregnant - Khem nodded, blushing -

-Six months along - he replied shyly. Pong also fixed his gaze on the Omega's belly. He once thought Pharan would never accept Khem’s feelings, and now this sweet, incredible Omega was bonded and pregnant with the most serious Alpha in the whole village -

-And you - she looked at Peem, “I suppose you're the father -

-Just look at this! The village shaman who acted like a monk is going to be a dad now! - Pong always enjoyed teasing him -

-Life takes its own turns - Prim said. She couldn't hide a certain sadness and even envy. She had loved Peem since she was a teenager, and her brother had fallen for Khem the moment he met him. But now, they both understood that love never belonged to them; the couple's serenity confirmed it -

-I’m truly happy for you both. Congratulations on your baby. I always thought this house needed a little more life. Now you’ll have a little one running around - Jet and Chan were eavesdropping, hidden, or they'd be scolded -

-We’re actually having twins - Khem said. That was a piece of news! - Why don’t you both go sit in the kitchen? Jet and I will bring you something to drink - He knew the woman just wanted to talk to her Alpha alone. He wasn't jealous; he knew how important he and their babies were to his Alpha, so he simply left them to chat -

-I can't say it doesn't hurt a little - Prim admitted softly - But... seeing you two, Khem, so happy... it’s impossible not to be glad. I’m truly happy that you’ve found someone who understands and loves you -

-Thank you. You’ve always been a great friend, Prim. I’d bet my bottom dollar there’s someone out there who will love you with the same passion you have for others -

-I value your friendship. I actually came here today because Dad wants you to bless his new business. You’re the only one we trust - The Alpha nodded -

-It would be my pleasure to help you, but I can only do it in the morning or the afternoon. For now, I prefer to stay close to home at night. Even though Jet and Chan are here to look after my Omega, I don’t feel comfortable leaving him after dark -

-It’ll be in the morning. Khem, Jet, and Chan are all welcome; there will be a small thank-you feast -

-I’ll ask them if they’d like to come with me. Khem tires too easily, and I don't want to stress him out -

-I never heard you say anything like that. I’m still surprised; the reserved Alpha who was practically a monk is nowhere to be found - She smiled wistfully - I never thought I’d live to see this -

They spent a good while with the Alpha and his friends. Pong had been quite playful, teasing the other Alpha as was his custom. Everything seemed normal... until, as night drew in and they were returning home, Prim noticed a figure behind the window. A faceless woman, holding something in her arms. But when she blinked, it was gone.
The moon climbed heavily over the house. Peem had turned on every light; it was a particularly dark night. Khem, sitting across from him, was talking about what he planned to cook in the morning when something vibrated within him: a presence writhing, anxious, as if the twins sensed the danger before he did. An icy wind swept into the room, causing the candle flames to lean toward a single point. The air grew thick, bitter, reeking of iron. The candles went out one by one, and the smoke formed faces, screams, memories. The ghost emerged from the trees, dragging her bare feet, her body covered in black water. In her arms, she held two invisible bundles that cried without a voice. Her eyes were burning pits. Peem positioned himself in front of Khem, and Chan covered the Omega with his body. The spirit's power was so immense that it had managed to breach the house’s protection. Truly, the most powerful magic springs from an angry mother.

-Give them to me! - she bellowed, her voice multiplied in the walls - Give me your children, just as mine were stolen from me! -

The ground trembled, and Khem staggered back, an invisible pressure crushing his belly. The pain made him double over. They began to chant spells while the ghost tormented them without letting herself be seen.

-Peem... she's pulling at me! - Khem grimaced in pain and clutched his belly tighter. Jet stopped casting spells to wrap his arms around him. The air was filled with mantras, golden light, and ancient symbols floating. Peem felt his energy draining, but he didn't stop, restraining the ghost's magic with his own being. He would not let her hurt his family -

-They are not yours! - he shouted - You broke the cycle when you refused to let go of the pain! - The woman stretched out her arms, revealing bloody fingernails, her fingers so thin they looked like bone. She had materialized from nothing, making them scream—they hadn't seen her face to face, so close that the stench of her existence was even worse -

-Life snatched them away from me! - the specter roared, her voice an echo of centuries. She briefly held the Omega'scheeks - Life ripped them out of my hands, tore them away, and left me with an empty womb! You don’t understand what it is to love to the point of death! -

The temple shook. The altar bells rang by themselves, and a blue fire began to shoot up from the floor. Khem screamed, feeling a sharp tug in his abdomen; a thread of blood ran down his leg. It was so fast that when he fixed his eyes on that stain, his heart pounded violently. Tears welled up in his eyes, and he began to tremble.

-Khem! - Jet and Chan supported Khem, who was shaking with fear. They had to get him out of there as soon as possible -

-Master, fall back! -

The sacred fire rose, creating a wall between the entity and them. He knew he was strong, but not as strong as the warlock. The woman shrieked, furiously striking the energy boundary, her face distorting with pain and rage. Peem pressed Khem against his chest. His heart was beating so fast he felt it might burst open. They had hurt him right in front of him, and he had been powerless; not even Chan's shield had been strong enough.

-I don’t care about your suffering! I’m going to make you pay the price for what you’ve done! -

His voice boomed, shattered by a mix of hatred and fear.
With the final mantra, Peem drew a seal that shone like the sun. The specter's last scream was so piercing that the lights shattered. Then, silence. The white cloth fell slowly to the floor, still damp with ancient blood. Khem, exhausted, collapsed to his knees, groaning in pain.

-Alpha...- he gasped, clutching his belly - It hurts... my babies - Peem picked him up, trembling with fear -

-Hold on, teerak, I’ll take you to the hospital - The Alpha carried him, and the four of them got into the car. Jet drove, as Peem felt the need to hold his Omega close. He released pheromones to calm him while he himself felt utterly broken -

The journey was short, wrapped in silence and prayers. Khem cried out of fear, begging everything divine that nothing bad had happened to his babies. At the hospital, the doctors acted calmly. They took the Omega to another area, accompanied by his Alpha. A nurse cleaned his legs while the doctor examined him. Khem was dazed, and the pain felt different. Pharan was so stunned he only allowed himself to be guided; he was no longer thinking for himself, more like a machine.
The doctor checked his cervix, which was intact; the blood had not come from there, but rather from a scratch on his right knee. They ran blood tests, and then the doctor placed gel on his belly to check the babies. On the screen, two figures moved with energy, as if nothing in the world could harm them. The heartbeat of both babies reverberated throughout the room, steady and normal beats. The clear image of two well-formed babies appeared; they seemed to be waving hello.

-They're both fine. Their heartbeats are normal, and he has the ideal amount of fluid - the doctor said - Two boys, strong and healthy. But your body needs rest. You must not expose yourself to any more stress. You and the babies need rest. Perhaps you should consider taking a vacation - Khem let out a sob, a mix of relief and exhaustion. Peem took his hand and rested his forehead on Khem’s -

-Two boys? - he repeated, emotion breaking his voice - Thank the Gods...- Khem laughed, a fragile chuckle through sobs -

-I knew they were two boys - he said tenderly - We were right, they’re boys -

The doctor understood he had revealed something the couple might have deliberately avoided knowing, so he chose to give them their space.
Peem nodded, unable to speak. His chest hurt, but in a different way: the blend of fear and love that only those who have been on the brink of losing everything truly know. The doctor suggested keeping the Omega overnight for observation; besides, it seemed safer than their home. They administered something for the pain and dressed his wound. After everything that had happened, Khem relaxed and was able to sleep. Only after watching him drift off did Peem leave the room to catch his breath. He walked aimlessly until he reached the side garden of the clinic, where the wind stirred the tree leaves. The air smelled of rain and chlorine, metal and soap. An hour had passed since the attack, and only now could he breathe a sigh of relief. His mind had only forced him to act and not give in to his feelings. He leaned against a column, closed his eyes for a moment, and let the feeling wash over him—the cool night air on his face. For years, he had been the shaman, the man of faith and reason. The one who comforted others, who showed no weakness—a man who lived like a monk, serious and calculating. But tonight, his faith shook to its core. He doubted his ability, his power. He doubted the magic and his capacity to be a good Alpha. He had failed to protect his Omega even for a single day; now, he was in danger even in his own home. He was incapable of providing security for his children, incapable of giving peace to the man he loved most. The memory of Khem screaming, the blood on his leg, the sound of his broken breathing... pierced his soul. He saw himself as a coward, as insignificant—he had been useless, the worst Alpha of all. For an instant, he glimpsed the void: the house without Khem’s laughter, the empty crib, the silent temple. Then his mind returned to his Omega on the hospital bed, holding his belly and praying everything would be alright, finally asleep after crying from fear. He wasn’t strong enough to face the solitude he lived through without his Omega again. He wasn't strong enough to keep repressing his feelings for fear of being hurt. He wasn't as strong as the world believed, but he was weak enough to never let it show.

And he wept. Not a brief cry, but one that tore him apart from the inside, the cry of a man who finally understands that love can hurt more than any curse. Years ago, he thought he lost Khem and suffered the unimaginable, but Khem had returned, and Peem had loved him as he had never loved anything. But tonight, he could have lost everything, this time for good. His hands trembled as he covered his face. The tears poured out non-stop, his entire body shaking with fear, and the memories hitting him again and again. He felt guilty with every passing second.

-I almost lost them - he murmured, barely audible - I almost lost all three... - He slid down the wall and, collapsing, pulled his knees to his chest. He hugged himself, trying to find solace. He wouldn't worry his Omega any more; he couldn't - Forgive me. I can’t handle everything. I’m not as good as I thought, but I don't want to lose my family - He cried like a child. He had held so much in that he simply couldn't anymore - Grandmother, come back and tell me what to do. I’m lost - He covered his ears, trying to calm his mind - Return, life force - he needed to hear her voice again, hear her song, to feel safe - Please -

The wind blew, rattling the leaves in the garden, and in the distance, ambulance sirens wailed. No one here could hear him. Here, he had allowed himself to cry. He knew he was his family's only hope, but the frustration had gotten the better of him. He wanted to be better; he needed to be better. Peem took a deep breath, letting the cold air burn his chest. He rid himself of the enormous weight he had been carrying for weeks. He cried and re-evaluated everything. At times he thought of solutions, and at others he just let go, letting his mind go blank. When he looked up, the sky was beginning to lighten. Birds were singing. His eyes were burning from crying and lack of sleep. He had never felt this way before, so weak and alone, with an immense burden on his shoulders. But he had to keep going. Now, someone was sharing his weight when he felt he couldn’t carry it alone. He had to be strong for Khem, for his children, for Jet and Chan, for himself. There is nothing wrong with not being able to handle it all. There is nothing more human than pain. He returned to the room where Khem was sleeping deeply, one hand on his belly and an expression of peace that disarmed him completely. Everything was fine now; everything would be fine. He wasn't alone. Peem leaned down to kiss his forehead, smoothed his hair, and finally sat beside his Omega.

-My boys - he whispered - I will never let anything touch you again. Neither alive... nor dead. I will give my life to protect all three of you. There is nothing I wouldn't do for you. Please, look after Daddy as best you can -

Outside, the day was breaking. The danger had passed, and for the first time in a long time, the air in the village smelled of calm. But one thing was also certain: there would be no second chance for that ghost. She did not know what she had done—she had angered the worst of Alphas. The white-magic warlock was ready to go all out. He was willing to use dark magic, to employ that which he stood against. What we do without fear is far more dangerous than what we do while fearing to act.

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The attack had left visible scars—burned talismans, cracked wood, and a lingering fear that wouldn’t fade. Peem didn’t know if their home was still safe, or if he would have to spend days re-blessing every inch of it with protection spells.
That morning, things were different. They weren’t home. The hospital was hardly the ideal place to spend the night—its air smelled of disinfectant, cold and sterile compared to the warmth of their house—but it had allowed Khem to finally sleep soundly.
Peem couldn’t say the same. His neck and back ached, his body heavy from a night of vigilance, and the weight of the most difficult night he’d endured in years pressed on his chest.

-The babies are fine - the doctor said firmly - But your body is under a lot of stress. You need rest—no strain, no lifting. Your health is the key to theirs. I’ll prescribe vitamins, pain medication, and give you an open emergency appointment.
An emergency means if the babies stop moving, your belly hardens, you have abnormal discharge, bleeding, persistent fever, fainting or seizures. I’m not saying any of this will happen—but you need to know, to be safe. You’ll also need to come back for your vaccination. If everything looks good, I’ll see you in a month.”
Khem sighed with relief -

-Rest, Khem. Carrying twins is harder than a single pregnancy -

-For a moment I thought he didn’t like you - Khem said as Peem helped him dress -

-We went to elementary school together - Peem replied, tying his omega’s shoes - He was always the genius—studied medicine while I followed my grandfather into magic. He never meant to judge me, but he didn’t exactly approve either -

-You mean… magic? I always got the impression doctors are the least accepting of that sort of thing - Peem chuckled softly -

-That’s what I thought too. Sometimes people came to me before going to him. I hated that—I’d trick them into visiting the hospital afterward. Magic doesn’t always heal the body, and medicine doesn’t always heal the soul. He didn’t believe in what I did, and that was fine… until a ghost started haunting him. He came to me as a last resort, skeptical as ever—and I helped him. Showed him things he didn’t understand, things he refused to believe in. In the end, we both opened our minds. Magic and science can coexist—if neither tries to erase the other. Doctors accept that people come to me for healing, and I accept that I have limits. They treat the body, I tend the soul. Neither of us holds all the truth—and that’s enough -

Back in the village, the first thing they did was enter the babies’ room. New blankets lay folded on the crib, and the walls were painted with protective symbols—each one drawn by Khem’s trembling hands.
They still didn’t know what to do next. Jet had offered them his house for a few days, and honestly, it didn’t sound like a bad idea.

-We still need to hang these bells - Khem said, pointing at a bundle wrapped in cloth.
Peem smiled and took them -

-I’ll hang them. You just sit there and tell me if they look straight -Khem pouted playfully but obeyed, settling into a rocking chair while Peem—tall, steady, strong—hung the tiny silver bells above the crib -

-They’ll look perfect when the babies see them - Khem murmured, tracing a gentle hand over his rounded belly. Peem climbed down and knelt before him, resting his forehead on Khem’s lap -

-Our children will sleep safely here, teerak. I’ll find a way to stop this—I swear. I know I failed to protect them last night, but I won’t fail again. I’d give my life to keep you safe -

-Last night wasn’t your fault,” Khem said softly, stroking his alpha’s hair - I trust you. We’ll be safe—all four of us. And when the babies are born, this will just be a bad memory - For a few brief moments, there were no curses, no ghosts—only an alpha and an omega dreaming about the lives growing between them -

But peace never lasted.
That same night, while Peem was meditating, a figure appeared through the rising incense smoke. The spectral woman was more defined than ever, holding a white cloth in her hands. It was stained with red—still damp, as though it had never dried.
She wasn’t there in body; Peem knew she wouldn’t dare approach him after what had happened days ago. Her form appeared only because of his deep meditation.

-Do you know what this is? - Her voice was a jagged echo - It’s what wrapped my children… before death took them from me - Peem clenched his jaw, feeling pity and fury twist inside him -

-You lost your children, but that doesn’t give you the right to steal others -

-You don’t understand - she hissed - It’s not desire—it’s the cycle. If life took mine, then others must take their place -Peem stood, talisman glowing in his hand -

-Then you’ll have to go through me. Death should have taught you that life must also end. You suffered, yes—but that doesn’t make this right. I can fight you, and I will. You’ll take nothing from me—you’ll never touch those babies. You’ll NEVER know what it is to be a mother again -

The spirit screamed and vanished, leaving the blood-stained cloth floating in the air. Peem caught it and sealed it with sacred fire, but he knew it wasn’t over.
It was a warning—a promise that she would return.

-I’ll be waiting - he whispered - Next time, you won’t escape -

That same dawn, as Peem tried to rest, two luminous figures appeared before him—his Khuman, spirit guardians who had long watched over the house.

-Master - one said, voice clear as running water - do not fear for the twins, we can hear them and feel them. They carry more magic than even you and P’Khem -

-You can… hear them? - Peem asked, astonished -

-Yes - said the other spirit, smiling - They call us ‘brothers.’ They’ve spoken to us from the womb—not every day, but often. They can feel what their parents feel… even what P’Jet and P’Chan feel. They say they know everything will be all right - a shiver ran through Peem. The spirits took his hands in theirs -

-Just as we guard this house and your life, we’ll protect your children. If she returns—we’ll fight -

-We won’t let what happened with Thong and Ake happen again - one added - We’ve learned to defend ourselves. Besides, our promise to you lasts only ten years. After that, we’ll be free to reincarnate -

-You should set more traps at the entrance, Master - said the younger one - Other spirits might try to come after seeing what that madwoman did -

-I know. I’ll add more barriers around the house this weekend - Peem answered - I’ve also made Khem another amulet—hopefully it’ll stop the nightmares - he had even considered using dark magic to banish the ghost, though he knew such power always came at a cost -

-Keep watch through the night—but don’t expose yourselves -

-Yes, Master -

Peem had tried to find out who the ghost had been in life—searched through old records, archives, legends—but nothing. No name, no story. It was as if she had never existed. A woman erased by time, buried by suffering so deep that even memory refused to hold her.

They refused to let fear rule their lives.
Jet and Chan had an idea—something to bring joy back into the house.

-We’re throwing a baby shower! - Jet announced, grinning. Khem and Peem exchanged startled looks -

-Khem’s seven months along—it’s the perfect time. We’ve got maybe three months left before the babies arrive, and a party might cheer everyone up -

-We’re organizing it with some friends from university - Chan added - You don’t need to worry—no big crowd, no silly games. Just a quiet celebration -

-All right - Khem smiled - It’s a sweet gesture. And honestly, I don’t think I’ll want to go through pregnancy again -

-Please tell me you two at least planned to have kids - Jet teased, a short silence -

-Didn’t think so - Jet laughed - Not surprised. The great Master Peem had never dated before—and Khem wasn’t exactly the type to flirt. The real shock is the twins! Do they run in your families? -

-Not that I know of - Khem said, chuckling - We’re the first. Honestly, we didn’t plan it—it just happened, and it feels… perfect -

-You seem awfully curious about my omega - Peem said with mock irritation - Maybe focus more on your meditation -

-We’re just talking about the party! - Jet protested - We’re thinking blue for decorations. Not too many guests—and, uh, should we invite P’Prim and P’Pong? - Khem frowned -

-That would be cruel. Prim was in love with Peem for years. I don’t think it’s right to make her see this—it must’ve hurt enough when she visited us and saw me -

-I agree - said Peem - Let’s keep it simple—just close friends -

-It’ll be small and calm, don’t worry. When we told everyone Khem was having twins, no one believed us. They thought it was a joke! -

-You know I’ve always been private - Khem said softly. Jet couldn’t argue—he and Chan had been just as discreet about their relationship -

-No worries - Chan grinned - We’ll set the date soon - They weren’t alone—and they knew it. Jet and Chan would be the perfect godparents, even if they hadn’t said it aloud yet -

Every night, Peem read stories to the babies—tales his mother once read to him. He wanted to build an unbreakable bond with them, one that began long before their first breath.
Still, he feared fatherhood more than he admitted. The attack had made it worse. He wanted to be a good parent—gentle, patient, strong—but no one teaches you how. There’s no manual for love or loss.

-Peem - Khem whispered one evening, breaking the silence -

-I know you’re doing this with love, but… I feel embarrassed when you see me like this.”
The alpha was rubbing oil onto his omega’s belly -

-My body isn’t the same anymore -

-If it makes you uncomfortable, I’ll stop - Peem said softly - But there’s nothing about you that I don’t love - Khem looked away, sighing -

-It’s not that I don’t want you… I just feel strange sometimes. The pregnancy… it makes me feel things that confuse me -

-Teerak - Peem murmured - I’d never do anything you don’t want -

-But I do want it - Khem admitted, hiding his face - I’m just… a fool - Peem smiled, lifting his chin gently -

-We’ll do whatever you’re comfortable with. I’ll turn off the lights if you want. There’s nothing wrong with loving each other. You’re sacred to me. Just promise you’ll always tell me how you feel—we’ll find a way together - He kissed Khem—a tender kiss that deepened quickly, charged with yearning and reassurance -

-Peem…- Khem gasped, as Peem’s hands traced every curve shaped by new life -

He kissed his belly, his throat, taking his time, careful not to hurt him—or the babies. His touch was worship, not hunger. When he finally joined with him, it was slow, reverent.
Their rhythm built in silence, broken only by soft sighs and whispered names.

-I’ll hold you - Peem murmured, steadying Khem as he moved above him, guided by instinct more than thought -

-Alpha… - Khem whimpered, baring his neck in surrender -

-It’s all right - Peem breathed, biting softly at the mark that bound them. Their world narrowed to heat and heartbeats, and when it ended, they held each other tight—bodies trembling, souls quieted -

-Thank you… for these babies - Khem whispered. And though shadows lurked, in that moment, there was only warmth—proof that even in fear, love could still bloom -

-I love you, Peem. If something happens to me -

-Don’t say that - Peem interrupted, holding him tighter - No fate will steal what’s ours. She won’t take our children. I won’t lose you, Khem. Not again -

-I’m not giving up. I’m just scared—terrified, actually. I want to plan for everything, in case…-

-No - Peem took his hand, linking their pinkies - These babies won’t grow up without one of their parents. You won’t leave me, and I won’t leave you. We’ll fight together. Promise me -

-I promise - Khem whispered, pressing his forehead to his alpha’s. You can’t run from fear, but you can face it. Some paths are dark, and you walk them anyway, hoping the end won’t be cruel -

-Our children won’t grow up without their other father - Khem murmured - We’ll do this—for them -

In the dim light of their room, with the soft chime of the bells and Khem’s belly rising under Peem’s touch, it almost felt possible—
that love itself might be enough to hold the storm at bay.

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The eighth month arrived like a flooded river: heavy, unstoppable, full of signs that the end was fast approaching. Khem's belly was already round and low, clearly stating that there was more than one baby inside, each movement of the twins visible like waves on his skin. He slept little, got tired quickly, and visited the bathroom every five minutes, but every day he woke up with the same thought: it’s getting closer to seeing them. He was also tormented by some changes, especially those that were irreversible like the purple stretch marks on his skin that descended like paths to his sides, huge marks that told the story of skin that had been stretched to its limits, having gone from a very slender young man to now having a belly proportionally larger than his body. But Khem could have those and a thousand more marks, he could be full of scars or blemishes and nothing would change the love others had for him. Pharan would never see them as a symbol of ugliness, and neither should anyone. How sad to reduce love or attraction to physical appearance; we would let incredible souls, fun conversations, true love pass by. Khem could feel self-conscious, thinking his alpha wouldn't see him with the same eyes, the same alpha who would give his life a thousand times just to find him. Pharan would kiss his imperfections and shower him with love no matter what his body looked like, because it was him.

Peem then became his constant shadow. He prepared his meals, helped him get up, and even escorted him to the patio. If Khem tried to carry anything, a raised eyebrow and a soft growl from the alpha stopped him instantly. He even helped him get dressed after a bath, though sometimes he only needed help putting on his shoes but not for everything else.

-Peem, I'm not made of porcelain… -

-You're made of oak, but I still think you need a little help - the alpha's protective instinct had increased with the proximity of the birth. Some alphas can even become aggressive due to overprotection of the omega and their nest. It wasn't that way with Jet or Charn, but they also didn't try to cross the line; they knew they couldn't touch the omega's belly even as a joke or the alpha would attack them -

The alpha instinct dominated him more and more. He slept lightly, always alert to the slightest noise. His ear caught even distant footsteps. Sometimes, Khem would wake up in the middle of the night and find him sitting next to the bed, reading but alert. Peem didn't apologize, because for him, caring was a natural act of love, that’s how it should be, and he understood that the omega could never understand an alpha's attitudes because sometimes even he didn't:

-I can't risk anything touching you while you sleep. If that thing gets close to you again, I won't be lenient. I regret her loss, but I'm not going to console her. This family isn't going to give in to the traumas of a ghost who has been dead for over fifty years - Khem smiled; deep down, he felt protected in a way he had never experienced. It was also the omega instinct—so close to giving birth, he only trusted his alpha to take care of him, and this would be more complex once the babies were born -

The house, which until recently had been a sober and functional place, began to transform completely. Khem and Peem spent hours planning and organizing every detail. The walls were filled with light fabrics and paintings that Khem did of soft landscapes: golden sunsets, fields of flowers, and small symbols of protection hidden among the brushstrokes.
They had taken a parenting class at the clinic. Khem was prepared to even lactate for his babies, and although it was uncomfortable, he tried to give himself constant chest massages to help with the milk later. Thinking about it made him feel shame for the wrong reasons.
For a long time, omegas were judged for breastfeeding in public; people started demanding they cover up and even made them feel that this was a shameful act, but no one judged all those alphas and betas for looking with prurience at a natural and important act. It wasn't just Khem thinking his body shouldn't be "exhibited" that way, but Peem wouldn't let anyone look at his omega like that, and even if society was unfair and even retrograde, nothing would change the importance of such a natural and pure act, not even prejudices.

Pharan had become an expert at changing practice dolls' diapers. Burping the baby after eating was the part he hadn't mastered yet; the doll made everything look easier, but he feared not doing it right, hurting their neck, or even dropping them.
The babies' room became a sanctuary. Jet and Charn helped organize the house, while Khem's university friends brought small paper lamps shaped like animals. There were two twin cribs, each adorned with a blanket embroidered with little birds. That room was connected to their parents'—they weren't going to let their babies sleep in another room.
One afternoon, Peem and Khem were alone, observing the finished room. The omega caressed the edge of one of the cribs, his eyes shining with tears. His life was about to change; he was scared and nervous. Some days he feared not being a good parent, others the fear of childbirth terrified him, and some others he wanted to give birth already—he was a bundle of emotions at his limit.

-I wish my mother had prepared something like this for me… I always felt that emptiness. I want them never to know it. I want them to feel that this is their home from day one, that Daddy won't leave - Peem hugged him from behind, resting his chin on his shoulder -

-I didn't have that guidance either… but we'll build it together. What they didn't give us, we will give to them: every caress, every word, every moment, our presence. Our mothers would have liked to be here now. Let's teach our children that they also existed and loved us as much as we love them -

In those days, Khem's nesting instinct grew stronger. He spent hours tidying the tiny clothes, folding the blankets over and over, making sure everything was clean, safe, and beautiful. It wasn't simple obsession; it was the echo of a deep, almost biological desire to ensure his children received warmth and familiar scent. The first few days, it would be difficult for him to let go of his babies. Only close family—generally parents or siblings—could do this; otherwise, they could face the fury of an angry mother, and that is dangerous.
And Peem, with his alpha instinct, responded in kind. He checked locks, reinforced doors with talismans, and walked the perimeter of the house every night. His desire was not just to protect the house and his omega; if it were known that the shaman had a weakness, word would spread, and other opportunistic spirits would want to attack them.
Jet and Charn had prepared a lovely baby shower with the help of more university friends, Jane, and even Kachain. They had promised the expectant parents they wouldn't force them to play games or anything. It would be on the ground floor of the teacher's house, as it was spacious and had good air flow. It was there they had hung colorful paper garlands and set up a table full of local sweets. There were carved fruits, white flowers in clay containers, and a table where guests placed gifts. They had prepared too much food and brought many drinks.

-This is so sweet of you, thank you for these gifts - Seeing his friends had comforted him greatly. When Khem brought his hands to his mouth, his eyes sparkling, his friends had made a beautiful painting for him of him and his alpha holding their babies -

-To be honest, we were surprised when Jet asked us for help to throw a baby shower. We didn't know you had a boyfriend, much less that you were already mated, and even less that it was Master Pharan - one of his friends said -

-I wanted to keep it a secret - he said shyly -

-You did very well. We only found out in your eighth month of pregnancy and with twins—who would have thought? -

-I guess I didn't introduce him properly. This is Pharan, my alpha - Several of his female classmates had had a crush on the town's shaman. Knowing that the quiet and calm Khem had snagged him was huge news. The years had been kind to that alpha, and he looked much handsomer -

-Sawadee - he greeted everyone - It's a pleasure to see you again; you've grown so much. I'm glad to see you've all graduated -

-Thank you, Master, congratulations on your babies - No one knew exactly how to talk to such a serious alpha - Come and try the filled cupcakes we made for you -

-How does Khem talk to him? - His classmates didn't know Pharan was different with his omega -

-Khem is the only one who can make that alpha attentive, plus they are a perfect match—two introverts ended up together forming a family - Jet explained, shrugging -

Khem closed his eyes and sighed happily as he tasted the cupcakes; they were chocolate with hazelnut and vanilla filling. His lips were stained with blue frosting. Peem just laughed tenderly, wiped the frosting with his thumb, and then tasted it.

-They are very soft - the babies moved gently - They liked them too - he stroked the prominence of his belly; it looked like a little hand - Try it, they are very sweet -

-I've already tried something very sweet - Peem looked intently at his omega eating another cupcake -

Jet put cloud-shaped badges on them, and although they weren't included in the games, that didn't mean others wouldn't play.

-Phi - Jet brought a handmade twin stroller closer to them; it had beautiful, antique details and was blue with a cloud pattern - It's a gift from the town's elders… it's more like a community blessing. They made it especially for the babies -

-It's so beautiful - Khem's eyes sparkled - I can't wait to use it for a walk through the village -

-I think they really outdid themselves with this - It was a complete piece of craftsmanship; it lacked nothing compared to a very expensive branded stroller. What is done with the heart is worth much more than luxury -

-Alright, daddies, open the gifts, we want to know if you like them - Charn pointed to the table full of presents. There were so many they couldn't believe it. People from the village had sent gifts, as well as Khem's former classmates, even Prim had given him a present - Open this one first, it’s from me and Charn -

It was a quite large box. Pharan brought it closer to his omega, and they both opened it. Inside were two lovely baby carriers, plus little hats and rattles.
They were about to continue when the engine of a car roared loudly. Everyone turned to find Kachain, a handsome alpha dressed in a leather suit—only a madman would dress like that on a hot day. Kachain had become friends with Pharan during college, and ever since Pharan helped him, he promised to be his unconditional friend, even though the shaman tried at all costs to get rid of him.
He carried a huge gift box that he could barely carry, arriving cheerfully and loudly.

-You're late and on top of that, you interrupt rudely - Jane snapped -

-I've missed you too - He placed the gift with the rest - Congratulations on your babies - He knew Pharan wouldn't hug him, so he didn't even try. He came very close to touching the omega's belly, but the alpha immediately held him and gave him a killer look -

-Don't even think about it - He was pushing the limits of an alpha who was pure protective instinct -

-Alright - He went to serve himself some food while they opened the gifts -

They continued opening each gift. They also received a changing table, tubs and a bath kit, creams, blankets, diapers, bottles, and even clothes for one-year-olds—they had thought a lot about their children. Every detail had been well received; their babies lacked nothing.
They opened Kachain's gift last: car seats. They looked very expensive.

-You have a new car, so I figured you'd need those - For him, the price simply hadn't mattered - You could have told me you were looking for a car; I would have sorted it out in an instant -

-Extroverts need to stop going through life adopting introverts - Jane didn't appreciate that alpha much -

-Don't say that; that's how I became friends with Khem, and that's how I found my boyfriend - Jet had been the first to talk to both his best friend and his partner -

Between laughs, games, and hugs, Khem felt something that restored his strength: pure joy, shared, multiplied. He was not alone, he never had been, and now he would never be—only one more gathering was needed to remember how rich they were when surrounded by friends.

-Khem, are there twins in your family? - one of his friends asked -

-Not that I know of, nor in my alpha's family. Apparently, we are the first to have twins - He smiled and continued eating his cupcake -

-I want to ask… well - his friends looked at each other - Is the Master serious with you too? Because we can't imagine him any other way. We could barely believe it when Jet said he was your alpha -

-He's not serious or cold with me. At first, he was quite serious, reserved, and even rude, but it didn't last long. He reserves the sweet and tender side for me, but he is friendly and open with those who know him deeply, like Jet or Charn -

-Since we saw him, we couldn't see anything on his face but seriousness - they looked at each other once more and then spoke - We also didn't believe you were pregnant or mated. You never said you had a partner -

-We didn't really plan it. We had already talked about getting joined after I finished university; he even proposed to me a year ago - Wow, they didn't know anything about their friend - I just wanted it to be something private. I was a little afraid of how you would take it, or that you would think it was wrong to date a man ten years older than me -

-We would have supported you, you're our friend, and the heart wants what it wants. The Master seems like a good man. We are more at ease knowing you are in good hands, you and your babies. By the way, do you have names yet? -

-We still don't know what they will be called; for now, they are just babies -

-Khem - Peem approached to give him a glass of juice - Mango with a little ice - His friend was definitely with the right man -

-Ai'Peem - Kachain put his arm around his neck - There's so much to catch up on. I hope you know I want to be a groomsman at your wedding. Jet just told me, and I want to help - Khem found it funny to see his alpha so serious and tired by his friend, because that alpha talked even in his sleep -

-We haven't planned anything yet, and stop calling me that - Only his omega could call him that - I'll let you know when the wedding is and I'll send you an invitation - Pharan wasn't interested in his friend's money; he would never ask him to pay for anything related to his life or family -

-I hope to be a groomsman for something, anything. I'll be happy to help my best friend. I still remember how we started getting along in school. You used to be even more serious there, a brilliant student - The alpha pulled up a chair for Khem - Can you believe Pharan was an exemplary student whom half the school sighed over? But he was never interested; he only dedicated himself to studying and reading. He didn't even want to use a phone. Every time an omega approached him, he rejected her - The mentioned alpha remained serious, looking expressionless at his friend - I wanted to be like him, but back then I was a troublemaker -

-I tried with all my might to make you stop talking to me - Pharan soon got a disciple -

-You made me your best friend too - both personalities contrasted too much -

-You forced me - Despite everything, Pharan genuinely saw him as a very good friend, but he didn't express his feelings in the same way -

As the afternoon drew to a close, and the sun went down, the air grew colder. Khem noticed it first, a shiver running down his spine. And then, at the edge of the patio, the figure of the woman appeared. Her blurred silhouette seemed weaker than other times, as if the laughter and human warmth were wearing her down.
No one screamed, no one ran. It seemed only Khem and Pharan saw her, since Jet and Charn hadn't turned to look; everyone's attention was on something else. Everyone was singing a catchy song, laughing, and celebrating, something normal at a party—there was nothing out of the ordinary. The ghost stopped, trembling, as if those notes were thorns piercing her chest.
Peem squeezed Khem's hand. They were safe, for the first time in weeks.

-Do you notice it? - the alpha whispered. Khem nodded -

-It's the difference. She feeds on fear, and here, in this moment, there is only joy - That's why she hadn't tried to attack Khem at the hospital again either -

-I've never seen anything like it, because the ghosts who attacked the villagers took advantage of their fear and loneliness. I pity her sometimes; if only she had let go of her pain, she would have reincarnated with her children long ago -

When it struck ten, everyone left. They would still visit the next day, but the food had already taken its toll, and they wanted to rest. Jet and Charn arranged the babies' gifts in the room. They were happy to be uncles and stayed in the room next to theirs. Khem's happiness had been restored, and with it, Peem's—seeing his omega shine again was everything. They lay down together, calm and happy. Khem rested his head on Peem's shoulder while they enjoyed that relaxation.

-I never imagined the baby shower would be so much fun; I missed my friends - Peem stroked the omega's hair -

-Me neither. Even though I barely know your friends, they seemed nice, and you looked very happy - Peem replied, kissing the crown of his head - Besides, that monster couldn't ruin our moment. That weakens her more than any mantra -

Khem looked up, with a tired smile. He had laughed so much he almost peed himself, and he had gorged himself on food. That party had recharged him so much that now he wanted to sleep.

-Then let's have gatherings more often, maybe do something fun with Jet and Charn, maybe a movie night or something, because they won't leave when the babies are born. You know they won't want to let them go for a single moment -

-That doesn't sound bad; after all, they are family, and laughing not only does us good, it scares away ghosts - There were so many plans on the table - And after they are born, maybe we can continue with the wedding -

They had postponed the idea after finding out about the babies and with everything that had happened with the ghost, but they hadn't changed their minds. He wanted to get married, have something traditional, and have Khem's father attend to give his blessing. He wanted everything with that sweet and tender Omega, with him and no one else. When all this calmed down, they would definitely get serious about the wedding; he wanted to be united with him in every possible way.
Sometimes he couldn't even imagine going back to the life he had without Khem. His life had color and brilliance, because with Khem came Jet and Charn, two wonderful disciples. Khem no longer had the same intentions to learn, but still, the alpha had taught him the basics; he helped him with his work, and he liked that, but he didn't see himself doing that magic. Perhaps in the future things would be different when his children grew up. They would learn from the best shaman in all of Thailand. Surely they would be very good because their father was the best and their omega father also possessed certain abilities. He hoped they would be braver to face their fears, because he would hold their hands even if he was scared, but he would flee immediately.

The future was promising. No ghost was going to take it away from him.

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The temple was shrouded in dimness, lit only by moonlight slipping through the cracks in the wooden blinds.
Khem slept uneasily, one hand over his swollen belly. The countdown had begun. The babies could come any moment now — the same month as Peem’s birthday — a sign, perhaps, that fate was circling back. Haunted by a spirit waiting for the birth, both fathers felt the tension coil around them like a serpent.
Peem kept vigil at Khem’s side, repeating mantras under his breath — words that no longer brought him peace. He could feel the ghost’s presence lingering nearby. Fear came in twos: the joy and dread of impending birth, and the looming threat of a spirit that refused to let go.
The air was unnaturally still. Too still.
Calm waters always came before the storm.
A freezing wind slithered through the cracks, carrying with it a chill so sharp it cut the skin. The candles flickered and went out all at once. Both turned toward them — the sudden darkness heavy and dangerous. Then they heard it: a woman’s wail, rough and broken, rising from the very walls as if the wood itself were crying. It climbed from the floor to the ceiling, and the cold followed its path, creeping up the walls.
And then, just as suddenly as it began, everything fell silent again.
Until a voice tore through the dark.

-My children! Give them back to me! - her silhouette appeared in the center of the room -

-You will not touch the omega, Mae Thip - hearing her name enraged her.
Her face was horrifying — sunken cheeks, black tears streaking down her skin like ink, lips torn at the corners. In her arms, invisible bundles squirmed and cried, their phantom sobs merging with Khem’s whimpers as he stirred in the bed -

Peem rose instantly, placing himself between her and his omega just as Jet and Charn rushed into the room. None of them would let the spirit reach Khem.

-Step back! You have no right to be here! -
The woman screamed, stretching out her hands. From her nails poured streams of dark smoke that wrapped around the walls, leaving burned marks wherever they touched. The house groaned as if it were about to split in two.
Khem bent forward, gasping — pain searing through him like lightning -

-Peem…! - his voice shook, fractured - I think… these are contractions! -

The alpha froze. It felt like the world had collapsed on him — like cold water had been dumped over his head. He wasn’t just scared; he was terrified. Not of the labor, but of the ghost, the danger surrounding them. His omega was in labor, and the spirit wanted the babies. They needed to get out — now — to the hospital, somewhere she couldn’t follow.

-Hold on, teerak! Just hold on! - Peem steadied him with one arm while tracing a seal in the air with the other - Guardian spirits, help me! -
Two childlike figures appeared at the doorway, glowing faintly. Sacred threads shimmered around the ghost, trapping her within a circle of light. It was a small advantage — she couldn’t escape, but neither could they -

-Enough, Mae Thip! - Peem shouted, anger flaring. He had endured her torment for months, but not tonight. Not while Khem was in pain -

-These children are not yours. They never were. I’m sorry for what you lost — but they will not fill that void - the spirit convulsed, her anguish palpable. Peem could understand her pain — one parent to another — but that didn’t make her a martyr, nor him her offering -

-Mine! - she shrieked - They took them once — never again! They won’t die in my arms like mine did! -

Her cry was so raw that Jet and Charn covered their ears. The floor split in black cracks that pulsed like veins, and shards of wood rained from the ceiling.
Peem, drenched in sweat, held Khem close as the omega’s breathing grew ragged.
It was their first birth; it should’ve taken hours, but nothing about this was normal. Everything was accelerated — dangerous.

-Teerak, listen to me! Focus on my voice! Our babies feel your fear — don’t let her touch them! -

-I’m trying, alpha… - Khem’s breath hitched as the next contraction struck - Get us out… please - tears welled in his eyes. His hands pressed against his belly, feeling the babies move — restless, fighting from within. The pain was blinding. He’d read about childbirth, prepared for it — but nothing, nothing compared to this. His body felt like it was breaking apart -

-Peem… - he whispered, trembling - They’re calling me too… ah slower -A child’s voice echoed softly in his mind:

“Papa… don’t be afraid. We’re with you.”

That shattered him. He sobbed, clutching Peem’s chest, as Mae Thip screeched again — restrained only by the glowing circle Charn had invoked. But the barrier was weakening. The ghost was growing stronger.
Then Kachen burst in, carrying a bronze bowl of holy water and a bundle of burning herbs.

-Peem! Align the seals! - he shouted, circling the room and sprinkling water everywhere. Kachen wasn’t a spiritual man, but he always tried trembling, yet fearless in his loyalty -

Jet and Charn began chanting in unison, spinning copper bracelets between their fingers. The talismans lifted, circling above the barrier. The shadow shrieked, slamming against it with a sound like cracking glass.
Pharan arrived last, breathless, clutching a roll of red cloth. They hadn’t known when she’d strike — but they’d prepared. Always.

-Mae Thip’s seal! Her true name is written here! - he unfurled it; ancient characters glowed golden, and the air itself trembled -

-Say her name, Peem! - Kachen shout- Make her remember who she was! - but Peem turned to Khem. Only he could say it from mother to mother, from grief to grief -

-Mae Thip Chotima, mother of the river, daughter of the wind… - the ghost recoiled, her true name burning her like fire. She had gone so long unnamed that she had forgotten she’d ever been human that she had once walked, loved, and hoped -

-No! Don’t say it! I just want my children back! - she screamed, twisting, Pharan raised the cloth and finished the incantation -

-Let the soul remember, let the name restore, let memory awaken -

Then a miracle.
Behind Mae Thip, two small golden lights appeared, glowing softly. Within them, the outlines of two children holding hands.

-แม่… - whispered two gentle voices - Don’t cry anymore, Mama -Mae Thip turned, trembling. Her grotesque face softened — the black tears turned clear. Her burning eyes became human again. For a fleeting second, she remembered who she’d been before hunger, before death, before grief had devoured her -

-My… my little babies? - she breathed. The figures nodded -

The others couldn’t see the children’s souls only she could. To her, they were still young, frozen in the image she’d kept alive in her dreams.

-We’re not lost anymore, Mama. We’ve been reborn. We’re warm, we’re alive and we miss you. You have to let go -Mae Thip’s form flickered. The darkness cloaking her began to dissolve into light. The desperate craving that had consumed her finally lost its hold -

-If I let you go… will I see you again? - she asked, Pharan’s voice was calm, unwavering. There was no hate in him only compassion -

-Yes. When you release the pain, the river of souls will bring you back together. You only had to let go. Those who cling to the past can never live in the present - Mae Thip looked at them one last time. She had hurt so many innocents nearly taken what was most sacred to another mother. Her regret was heavy, but her clarity was peace -

-They’ve… reincarnated already? - she whispered -

-This is their second life - Pharan said softly -They’ve been together all along -

-Thank you… for letting me remember. I’m sorry. I know you’ll be the best of mothers -

She and Ramphueng had taught them two truths:
A mother’s love transcends time and death.
And hatred only chains the one who bears it until it’s too late to forgive.
Her form scattered like smoke into the light, leaving behind the scent of fresh rain and wildflowers. The cracks in the floor sealed, the candles relit themselves, and in the pure silence that followed, Khem could hear his babies’ heartbeats.
Jet, Charn, and Kachen stood frozen, scanning the room for any trace of the ghost that had tried to kill them minutes ago — but she was gone. For good.

-The omega’s still giving birth! - Khem gasped, clutching his belly as another contraction hit -

- Right! Sorry, Khem! - Peem and the others hurried to him - How do you feel? - Khem gritted his teeth, gripping Pharan’s hand -

-It’s okay, teerak. She’s gone. It’s over now -

-Hearing you say teerak makes me want to make a wish - Kachen muttered nervously -

-Shut up - Pharan shot back but then Khem shuddered mid-step, clutching his belly, trembling. Another contraction. Worse than the last -

-No… I can’t… they’re coming! - he gasped - Peem, I can’t stop it—it hurts so much! - Tears streamed down his face -

-I’m calling an ambulance! - Jet yelled, fumbling for his phone - Peem lifted Khem into his arms, feeling every tremor of his omega’s body. Their bond made him feel the pain too — a deep echo inside his own chest. His alpha instincts fought to the surface; his wolf wanted to snarl at anyone who got too close, even Jet and Kachen -

-Hold on, Khem, just a little longer… our babies are waiting for you - the roar of an engine broke the tension — Kachen had started his sports car -

-Get in! We’ll reach the hospital faster — the ambulance will take too long! -

-That car only fits two people! - Pharan objected -

-I’m a single alpha, I don’t need extra seats! - Kachen tossed him the keys - Even in an ambulance we can’t all go. You two go ahead before the babies are born right here! -

-Let’s go - Khem breathed. Peem and Jet helped him into the car, moving quickly but carefully -

-Don’t worry, Khem. Charn and I will start the prayers on the way - Charn rushed over, handing Peem the baby bag -

-You almost forgot this and you’re definitely going to need it -

Peem drove fast but steady. The streets were empty, his mind on autopilot.
He was about to become a father.
His omega was in labor.
And the ghost that had haunted them for months was finally at peace.
Mae Thip had crossed over.
And for the first time in months, their home could finally rest.

Every spirit has a story some bring blossoms, others bring thorns.
Life never truly ends; not even death can stop it.
Where flowers bloom and mountains remember our footsteps, pieces of our souls still remain.