"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."
"I admit it," Mabel said, glancing at him with weary eyes. "And I regret every word, every action. I don’t need you to remind me."
Just then, Albus entered the kitchen, clearing his throat. "Your Majesty, Your Highness, Mr. Nightshade is preparing to leave."
Mabel quickly passed the remaining work to a maid and stepped out with Gabriel, who left his half-finished coffee behind.
In the living room, Sage bowed respectfully. "Your Majesty." Straightening, he offered a faint smile. "Thank you for letting me stay the night. I must leave now."
"It would have been nice if you’d joined us for breakfast," Mabel said softly.
"I wish I could, Your Majesty," Sage replied. "But something urgent has come up at home."
"No worries. We’ll see you again at the wedding," she assured him.
Sage nodded before glancing at Gabriel. With a brief smile, he turned toward the doors. Gabriel walked beside him. "I’ll show you out."
They stepped into the morning air, the car waiting at the entrance. Gabriel’s voice was low when he asked, "What’s wrong?"
"Nothing much. Just... Dad was throwing a fit on the phone again," Sage answered with a faint shrug.
Gabriel frowned. "How long are you going to keep bearing this?"
"I don’t have a way out. You know that better than anyone," Sage murmured. Then, softening, he added, "Don’t worry about me. I enjoyed our time last night. I’ll see you at the wedding."
With that, he slid into the car. The engine started, and as the vehicle pulled away, Sage lifted his hand in farewell. Gabriel raised his own in return, standing still until the car disappeared from sight.
When Gabriel returned to the living room, Amelie was still nowhere to be seen. A maid had set his coffee on the table; he picked up the mug, the warmth seeping into his hand, and started forward.
"My Lord," Albus’s voice stopped him. "There are some documents requiring your signature. Karmen asked me to remind you."
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