Rejected and Pregnant: Claimed By The Dark Alpha Prince

"I think my clothes are getting tight again," Amelie murmured, adjusting the modest dress that hugged her gently around the growing belly.

Gabriel turned his head and walked over, stopping just before her. His eyes softened as they trailed to where her hand rested over the slight curve. "Looks like Noa wants more space already," he said with a small smile, his voice almost playful. Then, more seriously, he added, "Tight clothes aren't ideal. I'll ask someone to bring you more comfortable ones."

Amelie sighed gently, brushing a strand of hair behind her ear. "It's not that bad. I can manage. Really." Her tone hinted that she didn't want to be left behind.

Gabriel studied her for a moment, catching that flicker of hope in her expression. "Amelie," he said gently, "I don't want you to feel even the slightest bit uncomfortable. You and Noa come first."

Her lips parted, but she couldn't find the words right away. Part of her was touched by his care. The other part wished she could just go with him.

"I'm not fragile, you know," she finally whispered.

"I know," Gabriel said, resting a hand over hers on her belly. "But being strong doesn't mean you have to push through discomfort." He held her hands and brought her to bed, making her sit on it.

"I know you want to accompany me, but you won't do it at the cost of your own discomfort," he explained. He was on his knees, now, looking at her bump. Leaning down, his nose nuzzled on it, and his warm hands held it firmly.

Amelie felt a soothing sensation passing through her body. Her hands instinctively moved to his hair, caressing it tenderly.

Gabriel leaned back and took out the phone from the pocket of his overcoat. As he stood up, his hand rested above Amelie's forehead.

"Karmen, I won't be coming today. Just send files at home for the review. And if someone wants to see me, ask them to come here."

Amelie's eyes widened to hear his order. As soon as he hung up, she said, "You don't have to ignore the work for me."

"Well, my company works on my rules," Gabriel stated. "I'll select clothes for you. And I was thinking of buying a few for Noa as well. Who knows you'll deliver Noa next month?" he muttered, his voice and eyes suddenly filled with adoration.

"You make me emotional sometimes," Amelie whispered, her eyes turning misty. "You're such a good husband," she added, her arms wrapped around his waist while her head rested on his abdomen.

Gabriel smiled. "A good wife deserves a good husband," he asserted, sitting down beside her. He gave a quick peck on her lips. Amelie smiled when he did it again, then again, and again.

Her smile turned into giggles, then laughter.

"Gabriel, it's ticklish," she complained, wanting him to stop. She found herself on the mattress while he was hovering above her.

"This dress is tight, so we shall remove it," Gabriel whispered, ducking his head down to her neck.

"Wait! Are you–"

Her words cut off instantly.

"Yes." His lips trailed down the path of her neck to her shoulder. His teeth held the thick strap of her dress, lowering it to expose her shoulder. His hand, on the other hand, trailed a path up from her leg to her thigh to her waist.

Amelie bit her bottom lip, her hands slowly moving to the back of his neck to hold him close. She found his warmth disappearing as he went down to his knees.

"Gabriel, why are you on your knees?" She instantly asked, propping herself on her elbows. Her dress was already pushed up, exposing her thighs. Then, she threw her head back when his warm, moist lips pressed on her thigh. The kisses grew intense on both thighs.

Soft gasps and moans escaped her mouth. She was barely able to think about anything now, her breathing turning erratic as she understood where it was heading.

"Gabriel!" A loud voice interrupted them, followed by an intense lock. Amelie was quick to push him away, pushing down her dress. Her cheeks flushed red as she adjusted the straps of her dress.

"Why the fuck did he interrupt?" Gabriel growled under his breath before storming toward the door. As he opened it, he saw Dominick holding a box in his hands.

"What's this?" Gabriel frowned.

"June and I were heading outside when we spotted this box outside the mansion's gates. I thought to bring it to you," Dominick said, ignoring the fact that Gabriel looked angry.

Gabriel examined the box with a dubious gaze. Amelie stood next to him, peeking at the box. "What's this?"

"Wait here. I'll be back soon." Gabriel stepped out of the room with the box in his hands.

"Amelie, I'll go after him," Dominick told her. She watched him hurrying behind Gabriel.

"Did it contain something suspicious?"

Amelie's thoughts instantly moved to Ophelia, the witch, who could have pulled such a trick. She was curious to know what was in the box. So, she also made her way downstairs in the hall.

Arriving there, she spotted Carlos and the others gathering around.

"Look here," Carlos pointed at the center of the lock. It appears exactly like the mark, which is in your head. The witch is trying more ways to get close to any of you to cause harm."

"Albus, go and check the CCTVs," Gabriel ordered.

He bowed and rushed to the control room.

"Open it," Casaio told Carlos.

"No. Not here," Gabriel refused. "None of us knows what's inside. It's not right to open this box right in the house," he suggested.

"Gabriel is right," Carlos agreed. "I'll open this box when I'm sure once inside. I can sense a dark energy, so we need to be careful," Carlos pronounced. His eyes moved to Amelie, whose eyes were filled with worry.

Juniper was quick to reach Amelie's side and gently held her arm. "Everything is fine," she whispered. "Let's go to your room."