Semua Bab Alpha's Weak Omega : Bab 91 - Bab 96

The packhouse was unusually alive that afternoon. The long, sun-lit hall echoed with chatter and bursts of laughter as Kimberly’s friends arrived one after another.Jessica was first — all energy and big hugs, carrying a basket of homemade cookies."Don’t tell Ethan," she teased, handing them over. "I used half the sugar supply of the pack kitchen."Stella followed, elegant as ever, with her sleek hair tied in a perfect braid. "We’re not here to talk calories, we’re here to talk gossip."Then came Stacey, with a stack of card decks and her mischievous grin. "I brought games. No politics, no pack talk, just us girls!"And finally, Delilah — Kimberly’s sister — entered with her familiar calm presence. Her eyes softened as she hugged Kimberly tightly. "It’s good to see you again."Kimberly’s heart warmed at that. "I’ve missed all of you. Though I met Lilah just a few days ago but her stay was not long enough. "They gathered in the sunroom — the coziest space in the house, with floor cu

Kimberly’s fingers rattled against the locked door again and again, panic creeping into her chest. Her heart leapt. 'He’s here. My surprise… I have to get to him…' A soft knock at the door startled her. "Miss Kimberly? Are you alright? I heard banging from your room," a maid’s voice asked timidly. Kimberly turned, cheeks flushed, hair falling into her face. "I… I’m fine. Just… locked in." She ran a hand through her hair, trying to steady her voice. The maid unlocked the door quickly and Kimberly came out. "Have you seen Gabriel? Where is he?" The maid hesitated, frowning. "I… I saw him heading upstairs with Martha, Miss Kimberly." Kimberly froze. Her chest felt like it had been punched. "With Martha? Upstairs…?" Her voice trembled. 'No… no… she can’t… she wouldn’t…' Without another word, Kimberly bolted down the stairs, ignoring the maid’s concerned call. Her boots echoed on the steps as adrenaline surged through her veins. She needed to get to the rooftop — to see if

"Kimberly?" Gabriel’s voice broke the heavy silence as he entered the dimly lit bedroom. The only sound was the faint hum of the chandelier fan, its light turned off, leaving the room draped in darkness. He smiled faintly, loosening the top button of his shirt. "Oh, playing mysterious tonight, are we?" he murmured, his tone teasing. A soft silhouette sat at the edge of the bed, barely visible through the darkness. Her long hair cascaded over her shoulder. Gabriel’s voice dropped lower — playful, intimate. "You know, keeping the lights off won’t stop me from finding you," he said, stepping closer, his boots silent on the carpet. She didn’t move. He chuckled quietly. "Silent treatment too? Alright, Mrs. Carnby, you win. I’ll make you talk another way." He reached the bedside, resting one hand on her shoulder. Her skin felt warm, but the scent — something was wrong. He leaned in, whispering softly near her ear, "You smell… different tonight." Still no response.