"Thank you," Gabriel said to his mother as she handed him a steaming cup of coffee. He studied her with curiosity. "You still wake up this early?" he murmured.
"I sleep early, that's why," Mabel replied while preparing a cup of herbal tea for Amelie.
Gabriel lifted the mug to his lips, pausing for a moment. "The dress you gave Amelie, it's beautiful. Thank you for pampering her, for making her feel cared for. Did she tell you she's an alpha, not an omega? And that she isn't wolf-less, either?"
"Yes," Mabel admitted, her hands slowing over the teapot. "I found out. But even before that, I never truly cared about her being an omega or wolf-less. My mistake was… letting Ophelia poison my judgment." A sigh escaped her lips, heavy with regret.
Gabriel's jaw tightened. "Whatever your reason, you hurt her. Perhaps Amelie has chosen to forgive, but I haven't. From the very beginning, you humiliated her."
