Rejected and Pregnant: Claimed By The Dark Alpha Prince-Chapter 67: Keep your voice low

Amelie was left breathless, her chest rising and falling as her skin tingled from Gabriel’s touch. Yet he didn’t pull away, nor did she want him to.

One of his hands slowly trailed down from her cheek to her thigh, caressing it with a tenderness that made her shiver.

He leaned in closer, pressing a soft kiss to her skin before nuzzling his nose gently against her.

"You should see yourself in the mirror right now," Gabriel whispered, a small, teasing smile curving his lips. "You look absolutely adorable."

Before she could respond, he gripped her thighs firmly and lifted her into his arms.

"Put me down. I can walk upstairs," Amelie said softly.

"Don’t you like being carried like this?" Gabriel read the nerves in her eyes.

"I do, but–" her words cut off her words as Gabriel began walking out of the kitchen.

He carried her up the stairs and into the bedroom. There, he gently laid her down on the mattress and whispered, "It’s time to sleep."

Amelie gave a small nod and turned slightly onto her side, her lips tugging into a faint smile. Her heart beat steadily with a warmth she hadn’t felt in a long time, a fragile, blossoming sense of being truly loved.

Then, in the stillness of the dimly lit room, her mind again drifted to the thoughts of Alex, her bastard ex-mate.

She had loved him once, trusted him, even clung to every word he said. But there was always something missing. With Alex, their relationship was kept behind closed doors. It was hidden from everyone and she blindly put faith into his every action.

But Gabriel... he stood beside her in the open. He embraced her in front of the world, defended her against his own mother, and even proposed to her in public, something she never imagined would happen after getting pregnant by someone else’s child.

"What are you thinking?" Gabriel’s voice pulled her from her thoughts. He had settled beside her, the soft glow from the bedside lamp catching in his eyes.

Amelie turned to meet his gaze as her heart slowly pounded against her chest.

"I found a diamond," she whispered.

Gabriel blinked, confused by her words. "Hmm?"

"You," she said, her smile widening. "You’re the diamond I never knew I was searching for. Precious and only one of its kind."

"I am not used to such praiseworthy words," Gabriel murmured and moved closer to her.

"Then, you didn’t find the right people," Amelie said.

"I agree to that," Gabriel said. He suddenly recalled what Ewan said and those words bothered him. He had to see a witch, a trustworthy one, who could tell him the meaning behind it.

"What are you thinking?" Amelie’s question brought him out of this thoughts.

"Tomorrow we have to go to the hospital. Close your eyes and let the sleep come," Gabriel suggested. Until he wasn’t sure about what Ewan said, he decided to keep it from Amelie.

She slowly shut her eyes. "Gabriel, thank you..."

"Why?"

"No reason," Amelie murmured and turned around while pulling up the duvet.

Gabriel smiled and moved closer to her. His hand rested on her lower belly while his face buried in her neck, taking in the fragrance of his mate.

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Casaio pressed the doorbell and waited for Zilia to open the door of her apartment. However, no response came. "Did she already fall asleep?" Casaio murmured and he looked at the watch on his wrist.

"Your Highness! Is that you?" Suddenly a soft feminine voice fell upon his ears and he quickly lowered the cap.

A young woman came to him. She was wearing a delivery dress and had a box in her one hand. "Yes, it’s the eldest prince!" the woman excitedly said.

"Can you keep your voice low?" Casaio gritted his teeth as he glared at her.

"I-I am sorry, Your Highness. It’s my first time seeing you, so I was a little excited," the young woman replied.

Then, with a respectful bow she greeted Casaio, who was least interested in that. He pivoted on the heels on his shoes when the woman’s voice reached his ears, "I saw this person leaving a moment ago." ƒree𝑤ebnσvel.com

Casaio steps halted and he took out his phone from his pocket. He dialed Zilia’s number, but it was switched off.

"Leave," Casaio told the young woman who was on her delivery job. She realized the Prince was angry, so she left his sight without uttering another word.

Casaio entered the passcode on the door, which Zilia had shared with him. But the door didn’t unlock. He looked at his phone and called someone.

After five minutes, the residential complex manager arrived with the security guard. He greeted Casiao and handed him the key.

"I’ll give it to you later," he told the security guard. "Don’t let anyone find out about this," Casaio warned the manager.

"Yes, Your Highness!" The manager quickly bowed and left with the security guard.

Casaio inserted the key in the door and walked inside. The apartment’s lights turned on. "Why are Zilia’s pheromones spread in the entire apartment?" he murmured. The reason why it was hard for him to believe that Zilia had gone out. He went to the living room, followed by the bedroom to check.

For a few weeks, he was suspicious of Zilia. He didn’t want to, but his intuition was telling him to check on her once.

Pulling out the drawers of the bedside table, Casaio began the search of anything that could confirm his doubts on Zilia. He didn’t know what kind of doubts they were, but a part of him was worried thinking Zilia didn’t love him as much as he did.

Opening the cupboard, he looked at the clothes before lowering his eyes. One of the drawers was locked. After searching for the keys for some time, he finally found one and opened it.

A dark expression formed on his face upon seeing a few nameless yellow envelopes. He checked them and a frown appeared on his forehead.