Alle Kapitel von Alpha's Weak Omega : Kapitel 111 – Kapitel 120

Kimberly entered into the kitchen on bare feet, still wearing one of Gabriel’s oversized shirts. It hung loosely on her frame, brushing her mid-thigh, smelling faintly of pine and him. She stretched her arms and let out a soft yawn, only to pause when she saw Gabriel already awake, leaning against the counter with a mug in his hand.He looked up the moment she entered."Morning, love," he said, voice low and still husky with sleep."Morning." Kimberly smiled, rubbing her eyes. "You woke up early."Gabriel took a slow sip from his mug before setting it down. "I had a very distracting woman sleeping on my chest. Hard to stay asleep."Kimberly rolled her eyes and walked past him, nudging his hip with hers. "It’s not my fault you cling like a koala in your sleep."He raised a brow. "I do not cling.""You do," she countered. "Ask the pillow you suffocated every night when I went out of pack even for few days."Gabriel’s ears reddened. "That pillow deserved it.""No, Alpha," she teased. "Yo

'Alpha! Alpha Gabriel—PLEASE RESPOND—WE NEED HELP!' The desperate scream exploded through the Silver Claw mind-link so suddenly that Kimberly dropped the mug in her hand. It shattered against the floor, tea splashing everywhere. Gabriel’s head snapped up from the papers on his desk. "That’s a border guard. North side." Before Kimberly could speak, the same voice came again, frantic, choked. 'Alpha, they—they came out of nowhere—too fast—too many— we’re losing—' The link cut off violently. "Gabriel…" Kimberly whispered, fear clawing her throat. Another mind-link burst in, a different voice, trembling. 'Alpha, they’re wearing cloaks—dark—can’t see faces—NO SCENT—' A short scream. Silence. Gabriel’s expression hardened. "We’re leaving. NOW." "I’m coming too," Kimberly said instantly. "No, stay—" "Gabriel." Her tone brooked no argument. "You need me there." Ash, Gabriel’s wolf, growled powerfully in his head. 'We need her. Moon’s healing, Moon’s magic

In the open courtyard dozens of warriors gathered—some bruised from the recent border attack, others pale-faced from the shock of losing brothers the night before. The air smelled of sweat, and unresolved rage.Kimberly stood at the center of the grounds, her hair tied high, eyes glowing faintly with silver-blue sparks. Beside her, Delilah adjusted the cuffs of her enchanted sleeves, faint runic symbols glowing along her wrists.The murmur among the warriors died the moment Kimberly raised her hand."Listen carefully," she began, voice steady but sharp. "We are not just dealing with Lycans anymore. Timothy has allied himself with a witch Hyna of the Arctic Coven. Her magic is unpredictable, and far more vicious than anything we’ve faced before."The pack warriors exchanged anxious glances.Delilah stepped forward. "Witches fight differently than shifters. You can’t rely only on claws and strength. Witch magic attacks the senses, your mind, your energy… even your shadows."A young war

Stella sat on the edge of the long strategy table, her eyes fixed on the parchment in front of her. Stacey paced back and forth like a storm trapped in a small room. Mark leaned against one of the tall stone pillars, arms crossed, but his jaw was tight. Nathan stood closest to the open balcony, watching the dark horizon like he expected something to rise out of it.Stella finally broke the silence."Silver Claw is struggling. The last report Kimberly sent said they’ve been dealing with infiltrators for days. Someone is probing borders."Stacey scoffed. "Someone is provoking all of us. And once the wolf packs fall, the attackers will come for the Vampire Kingdom."Mark’s eyes flickered with concern. "Which is why I should go back."Nathan turned sharply. "Mark—""No," Mark said calmly, though his voice trembled with the weight of what he carried. "Hear me out."Stella straightened in her seat.Mark drew a breath. "Silver Claw is my home. Gabriel is my brother. If someone is attacking w

"Something’s coming. Bad. Very bad." Ethan said. Jessica tensed, already reading the signs in the forest—ripples of magic in the air that did not belong to any wolf pack. "Witches," she said quietly. "Strong ones." Jade growled low. "Hyna." Ethan’s expression hardened. "Of course. She won’t let Snow Valley remain untouched while Silver Claw and Moon Valley are attacked." They all turned their gaze toward the valley’s nursery. The pups, innocent and vulnerable, slept in a protected enclosure, guarded by a handful of seasoned warriors. But they would not withstand a full-scale assault. Ethan barked an order. "Guard the pups at all costs. Jade, take the western flank. Jessica, northern. I’ll handle the east." Before they could position the defenses, a chilling laughter echoed through the valley, carried by the icy wind. From the treeline emerged a horde of witches, clad in dark robes, their palms glowing with lethal runes. Behind them slithered a pack of Lycand, snarling an