บททั้งหมดของ Alpha's Weak Omega : บทที่ 91 - บทที่ 100

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.

There was a sudden crash, then the unmistakable shatter of glass.Kimberly shot upright in bed, heart hammering. Another crash followed, closer this time, echoing through the halls of the packhouse. Then came the alarm bell three short rings, a pause, then three more the signal for breach inside the perimeter.She was already moving before her mind caught up."Martha’s wing," she whispered to herself, throwing on her jacket and sprinting out the door. The corridor lights flickered red.Gabriel has still not returned, in his absence it's her responsibility to keep Martha safe."Guards!" she called, voice sharp and commanding. "Guest wing — now!"Two warriors fell in beside her, weapons drawn. She caught the acrid scent of smoke , faint but unmistakable.When they rounded the corner, chaos met them head-on. The corridor to the guest wing was a storm of noise- growls, metal, splintering wood. Kimberly saw a body fly across the hallway, slammed by another’s kick."Protect the Luna!" som

"Alpha Gabriel of the Silver Claw Pack, you stand accused of conspiracy against the Lycan Kingdom for breaching the royal protection of Prince Timothy and aiding in the attacks upon Princess Martha." Lycan King’s voice echoed in the council hall. A murmur rippled through the hall. Kimberly felt her blood boil. 'How dare they…' Gabriel lifted his chin, his eyes calm but sharp like storm-forged steel. "I have done no such thing. I’ve protected your daughter with my life and my pack’s strength." One of the council members, a grizzled Lycan elder named Aldric, slammed his staff on the floor. "And yet, every time she was attacked, you were conveniently absent. Every time your pack’s guards turned against our own, you appeared after the damage was done. Do you deny this pattern?" Gabriel’s voice was low, controlled. "Coincidences do not make guilt, Elder Aldric. My absence was never deliberate I was responding to false alerts, misdirection, planted distractions. Someone orchestra