Rejected and Pregnant Claimed By The Dark Alpha Prince novel Chapter 510

Chapter 510: A Journey to their past lives (5)

The Past 4:

In the early evening, Amelie ushered Gabriel towards her family home. As they both stepped out of the carriage, their hands naturally separated, but Gabriel swiftly captured hers again.

"Hey, we have to—" Amelie began, glancing at their joined hands.

"Don’t be shy," Gabriel interrupted smoothly, tucking her hand firmly into the crook of his elbow. "Your parents won’t scold you for bringing your mate home."

Amelie playfully hit his shoulder before leading him inside the residence. As they walked through the main door, Amelie’s voice rang out excitedly, "Mother, Father, look who I have come with!"

Her smile faltered instantly. Sitting in the living room were two unknown women whom Amelie couldn’t recognize. One lady appeared to be of a similar age to her mother, while the other was a young woman, roughly Amelie’s peer.

’Witches?’ Gabriel thought, his enhanced senses instantly picking up on a faint, unfamiliar energy emanating from both the women.

"Amelie!" The woman closer to her mother’s age stood up from the sofa, moving toward them with an outstretched hand. "Your mother and father have gone to the kitchen. I am Ophelia, and this is my daughter, Anaya. I’m your maternal aunt." She introduced herself, offering a polite smile.

"Hi, Amelie. It’s a pleasure to finally meet you!" Anaya said cheerfully. Her gaze quickly swept past Amelie and fixed intently on the man beside her. She instantly recognized him. "Ar—are you the famous prince with the violet eyes, Prince Gabriel?" Anaya asked, a flutter of awe in her voice.

"I’ll see you later, Amelie," Gabriel murmured close to her ear, completely ignoring Anaya’s question and the women’s presence. He was cut short just as Amelie’s parents emerged from the kitchen.

"Your Highness!" Amelie’s father, Norris, greeted, immediately bowing his head in deep reverence. Following his lead, Amelie’s mother, Irene, also executed a flustered bow.

"Wh-what are you doing here, Your Highness? Did my daughter again trouble you at the office?" Norris asked nervously, raising his head, his face etched with worry about royal displeasure. Irene, however, glanced at Amelie and noticed that her daughter looked more cheerful, radiant, and intensely happy.

"No, Norris," Gabriel pronounced clearly, his violet eyes holding Amelie’s own. "Your daughter has done quite the opposite. She has stolen my heart."

Amelie blushed intensely by such a bold, public statement. Her parents, however, were completely startled and could only stare in wide-eyed silence. 𝘧𝘳𝘦ℯ𝓌𝘦𝒷𝘯𝑜𝑣𝘦𝓁.𝒸𝘰𝓂

"Pardon me, Your Highness?" Norris stammered as he looked wildly from Gabriel to his daughter.

"Amelie is my mate, Norris," Gabriel stated firmly, leaving no room for misunderstanding. "I am sorry for not coming here sooner. We have actually been seeing each other for more than eight months." He glanced at Amelie affectionately, confirming the timeline to her astonished parents.

"Yes, they introduced themselves," Amelie acknowledged, offering a bright smile to Ophelia. "Good evening, Aunt Ophelia." She paused, her mind catching up to the magical scent Gabriel had detected. "But... are you two witches? How come..." Her question trailed off as visible confusion and surprise etched across her face.

"Umm... Ophelia’s father married a witch, so..." Irene began to explain the lineage, glancing somewhat uncertainly at her cousin.

"Yes. My mother was a witch, and then I also turned out to be a witch," Ophelia confirmed smoothly. She stepped closer to Amelie, her hand resting warmly on Anaya’s shoulder. "Amelie, we are going to live with you from now onwards. I hope you won’t mind me and my daughter moving in?"

"Why would I mind?" Amelie chuckled, instantly shedding her confusion. "I always wanted a sibling! Come, Anaya, I’ll show you my room!" Amelie grabbed Anaya’s hand, clearly delighted, and pulled her upstairs, leaving the elders alone in the living room.

Ophelia turned back to the remaining couple, adopting a look of polite humility. "Irene, Mr. Norris, I hope I am not troubling you. I will join a work soon to..."

Her words didn’t finish, as Irene quickly stopped her. "Don’t say that, Ophelia. You’ve had a very tough period after your husband’s passing. You can simply help me with the household chores instead. For now, please, just rest. The journey must have been too long for you both," Irene stated with genuine sympathy and a kind smile.

"Yes, listen to Irene and live well here with your daughter," Norris agreed heartily. He then turned to his wife. "I will go and see Prince Gabriel right away."

Irene nodded and said, "I’ll bring a coat for you."