All Chapters of Alpha's Weak Omega : Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

News had arrived before dawn — a Lycan royal envoy was approaching. Alpha Gabriel stood at the main entrance, his expression a mix of control and calculation. He hadn’t expected her to come — not after everything that had happened years ago. Yet fate had a cruel sense of humor. Beside him, Kimberly walked with quiet grace, her hand resting against his arm. She wore a calm expression, but her heartbeat betrayed her — faster, uneven. It wasn’t jealousy alone that unsettled her; it was the whisper of old wounds. She knew the history — the broken engagement between Gabriel and the Lycan Princess Martha, an arrangement made for power, not love, but broken nonetheless when Gabriel fell for Kimberly instead.For Kimberly it was shocking why Gabriel broke the engagement which was fixed for a long time ever since they were teenagers. Later when she found out that Gabriel has feelings for her even before she started dating Mark, that's when she understood the reason behind broken engagement.

"Gab, the food is really delicious. I just love this place." Kimberly said as she savored another bite of her pasta."I know, love, this place is your all-time favorite. Do you want me to order something else for you?" Gabriel asked as he looked at how happy his girl got every time she got good food."Let’s finish this, then we can figure out if we have space for more." She giggled. Their dinner date was going perfect. For Kimberly, it felt like a return to something she had missed — the warmth of his quiet smile across the table, the way his hand brushed hers while reaching for the wine. For once, the world outside didn’t exist. Until it did. "Alpha?" The familiar voice sliced through the soft melody like a dull blade. Kimberly’s fingers froze around her glass. Her head turned, slowly — and there she was. Martha. Wearing a fitted dress that looked like it had been chosen for this very occasion, eyes gleaming with a mix of surprise and delight. "Fancy seeing you here," Martha s

The ride back to the packhouse was silent except for the hum of the engine and the occasional sigh of Kimberly’s thoughts. Her knuckles were white around the edge of her seat, and she kept glancing at Martha beside her. The woman looked composed, almost fragile, her hands folded neatly in her lap, eyes downcast. Yet Kimberly could feel it — the subtle calculated precision behind the act. "You’re awfully quiet, Kimberly," Martha said softly, breaking the tension with a small, tremulous voice. "I hope I didn’t frighten you too much back there… I know I wasn’t much help, really. I just…" Her hand fluttered near her collarbone, fingers trembling in a delicate, vulnerable gesture. "I didn’t know what to do." Kimberly’s brow furrowed. She forced a polite smile, though her mind was racing. Too perfect. Too intentional. "You did fine," Kimberly said evenly, her tone neutral. "We managed." Martha’s eyes glistened faintly. "I still feel… I should have done more. You were amazing out t

Morning sunlight streamed through the curtains, spilling across the wooden floor of the Alpha’s residence. The storm of the previous night had passed, but Kimberly’s mind hadn’t found peace. She hadn’t slept much—every time she closed her eyes, Martha’s trembling voice echoed in her head.'Please, Gabriel. Don’t leave me here.'Kimberly exhaled slowly, brushing her fingers through her hair. She didn’t want to be the kind of woman who doubted everyone—but something about last night didn’t sit right. The window, the timing, the lack of scent or footprints… it all felt too orchestrated.She heard the door open behind her. Gabriel walked in, looking weary but calm."Martha’s resting. The healer checked her out—no injuries, just shock."Kimberly nodded, keeping her tone neutral. "That’s… good."He stepped closer, searching her face. "You barely slept.""I couldn’t," she admitted softly. "Everything felt off."Gabriel sighed. "I know you’re worried, but maybe it really was just an attack. W

Kimberly sat quietly beside Martha, elbows resting on her knees, chin in her palms. Martha was sleeping. For the first time in weeks, there wasn’t suspicion tightening her chest. Instead, there was guilt.She watched Martha breathe — slow, steady — the rise and fall of her chest making Kimberly’s heart ache. 'She took that bullet for me. 'The thought had been looping in her mind ever since they’d rushed her here. Gabriel had been there, his face pale with fury and worry, barking orders at the medics. More than thay he was mad at the security team. they were failing again and again. But once the adrenaline had worn off, all that remained in Kimberly’s heart was an uneasy tenderness toward the woman she’d spent so long distrusting.A soft voice broke her thoughts."Is he still angry?"Kimberly blinked. Martha’s eyes were half-open, her lips curling in a faint, tired smile."He’s… calming down," Kimberly replied softly. "You scared us, you know that?"Martha gave a small laugh that t