Rejected and Pregnant: Claimed By The Dark Alpha Prince-Chapter 66: Nudged her legs apart

Gabriel lifted Amelie’s top, his hand reached her curve, giving it a gentle squeeze.

"Ngh!"

A sweet moan escaped her mouth. His lips found hers. The taste of wine lingered between them, and as their tongues entwined, Gabriel’s thumb gently brushed over the sensitive area beneath her bralette, eliciting another louder moan from her.

"Ahh, Gabriel," she whispered, her eyes fluttering open just as she felt him shift.

He carefully slipped off her top, lowering his head to press a tender kiss into the hollow between her breasts. Her hand flew to her head, fingers threading through her hair as her back arched instinctively in response to the sensation. His lips trailed downward, brushing soft kisses over her smooth belly.

"Ame, my mate," Gabriel murmured against her skin. "If you want me to stop... now is the time."

But she offered no protest.

He grazed his teeth just above her navel, and she gasped, calling his name once more. His tongue followed, soothing the tingling skin before he tenderly suckled that spot, heightening her already overwhelmed senses. His hand returned to her breast, gently stroking the sensitive peak with practiced care.

Lowering further, Gabriel pressed warm kisses along her lower abdomen. He paused for a moment, resting his palm on her belly, where new life was quietly growing.

"What happened?" Amelie asked softly as she adjusted her top.

Gabriel’s gaze lingered on her for a moment, then shifted, gentling. "Have you thought about the baby’s name? What should we call them until they’re born?" His voice held a rare tenderness, matching the softness in his eyes.

Amelie blinked, then shook her head. "Umm... I haven’t thought about it yet."

"Then let’s decide together," Gabriel offered, sitting up. He took her hand and gently guided her to sit beside him, brushing a few strands of hair from her face.

Amelie paused, her fingers curling slightly around his. "What about Noa?" she asked after a thoughtful silence. "When you saved me... it felt like the start of something new, not just for me, but for this pup too. So I think Noa is the perfect name."

Gabriel repeated the name under his breath. "Noa." A soft smile curved his lips. "It’s beautiful, and meaningful." He cradled the back of her head, bringing their foreheads together in a quiet moment of connection.

"I used to think I was forsaken by the Moon Goddess," he murmured. "But I was wrong. She was guiding me to you all along."

Amelie looked into his eyes, her voice laced with curiosity. "I always wondered... why did you come to the Red River Pack that day?"

He chuckled softly. "Red River lies between two larger territories. I had visited another pack, and on my way back, I stopped there to rest. Just by chance, or maybe fate brought us together." His smile deepened as he added, "I’ve always believed you were meant for me. Even then... I felt the connection with you. And now, your scent has confirmed this."

His lips found hers once more, and they exchanged tender, lingering kisses, gently nibbling as if savoring each other.

"You’re not upset... that I’m carrying someone else’s child?" Amelie pulled back slightly, her eyes searching his.

Gabriel held her gaze warmly. "I consider Noa mine. I’ll give him a father’s name and raise him as my own. You both belong with me. Don’t let such doubts settle in your heart, Amelie."

Her eyes shimmered, emotions welling up. "Then why does everyone call you heartless, when clearly you’re not?"

"You just haven’t seen that side of me," he said with a faint smirk. "And I hope you never will." His voice turned more serious as he added, "Be careful with what you share with Kate. She tells everything to Casaio and Dominick. I try to keep things private, especially when it comes to us. You’ve seen my mother creating a scene just because I chose you. I don’t want any kind of chaos in the future."

"I won’t say anything," Amelie whispered. "Do you want some ice cream?" she then asked with a playful glint in her eyes.

"Ice cream?" Gabriel mused, raising an eyebrow.

"Yes, I’m craving it," Amelie replied with a smile.

"I’ll have the servant bring it up for us," Gabriel suggested, moving to stand.

"We can get it ourselves," Amelie said, already slipping off the bed. Gabriel followed her downstairs, where the two maids were finishing their work in the kitchen.

Gabriel gestured for them to leave as Amelie made her way to the refrigerator. She pulled out the butterscotch-flavored ice cream and began scooping it into two bowls, placing the box back into the fridge with a soft thud.

They both settled onto the counter chairs, enjoying their ice cream. Amelie took a delicate lick of her spoon, savoring the sweetness, while Gabriel’s dark gaze remained fixed on her. He didn’t blink as he observed every single expression on her face.

"Gabriel, why aren’t you eating?" Amelie asked, her voice light with curiosity as she glanced at him, her own bowl of ice cream nearly finished. "I’ve already finished mine."

"I’m eating," Gabriel whispered, taking a slow spoonful. Amelie, not fully satisfied, scooped another bite and looked at him with bright eyes. "Isn’t it just too good?" she asked, her eyes sparkling like a child experiencing a small delight.

"I’m not really a fan of ice cream," Gabriel responded, though his gaze remained on her. Amelie’s eyes widened in surprise. "Really?" she asked, not realizing that his attention had shifted, lingering on her lips as she took another spoonful of the ice cream. freewebnσvel.cøm

Before she could react, Gabriel leaned in, his breath warm against her skin, and gently pressed his lips to her upper lip, catching the remnants of butterscotch there.

The sudden intimacy left her breathless, her hand trembling, causing the spoon to slip from her grasp and fall to the kitchen floor.

Without breaking the kiss, he lifted her effortlessly, settling her on the countertop.

He nudged her legs apart with his knees, his hands cupping her face as he kissed her deeply, savoring the taste of her lips as if he couldn’t get enough.