Rejected and Pregnant Claimed By The Dark Alpha Prince novel Chapter 683

Chapter 683: To shield his senses

Gabriel pulled Casaio into a brief embrace as he congratulated his brother on his impending fatherhood. As they stepped apart, Gabriel turned to Zilia, offering her a gentle hug before retreating to stand beside Amelie, his hand finding the small of her back.

"It’s wonderful to have you both back in the palace," Amelie said, her eyes bright with warmth.

"We had hoped to linger a bit longer," Casaio admitted, casting a tender, concerned glance at Zilia. "But her morning sickness has been relentless. We decided it was best to return home where she could be comfortable."

He gave Zilia’s hand a reassuring squeeze just as Ashna arrived with a stroller preceding her. The quiet hall was suddenly filled with the sweet, nonsensical cooing of little Noah.

Casaio didn’t hesitate; he reached down and expertly scooped the toddler from the stroller, settling the boy in his arms.

"Noah, say hello to your uncle," Gabriel prompted, leaning in. "H-el-lo," he enunciated, drawing out each syllable with a playful grin.

"Elo!" Noah chirped back, waving a pudgy, frantic hand in the air.

"He’s becoming quite the little orator," Zilia noted, sharing a knowing look with Amelie.

"He is," Amelie laughed. "He’s been babbling constantly lately. Half the time, Gabriel and I are just guessing what he’s trying to tell us."

"Noah, listen closely," Casaio whispered, leaning his forehead against the boy’s. "You’re going to be a big cousin soon. You’ll have a new brother or sister to play with."

Noah, naturally, didn’t grasp the good news. His wide, curious eyes were far more interested in the shimmering gold of Casaio’s coat, eventually fixating on the ornate brooch pinned to his lapel. His tiny fingers darted out, snatching the jewelry, and he immediately leaned down to give the cold metal an inquisitive lick.

"Ah, not for eating," Gabriel chuckled, sliding his hand between the boy’s mouth and the brooch.

The sudden intervention didn’t sit well with the little prince. Noah let out a sharp, indignant wail, wriggling stubbornly in Casaio’s arms as he protested the loss of his shiny new toy.

"Oh, God!" Casaio winced as the boy’s cries were significantly sharper and more piercing than he had anticipated.

Gabriel stepped in to take the flailing toddler from his brother’s arms and beginning a gentle, rhythmic rocking motion to settle him.

"Do babies always cry this much? I remember Noah being such a quiet boy," Casaio said, momentarily closing his eyes as if to shield his senses from the noise.

"He used to be," Amelie replied with a knowing smile. "But recently, he’s discovered his own will. He cries at every little thing we refuse to give him. They go through phases like this, Brother. It’s all part of them finding their voice."

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