Rejected and Pregnant Claimed By The Dark Alpha Prince novel Chapter 836

Chapter 836: The Final Chapter 5

Noah finished reading the article on the screen of the tablet, the words "not a true Sinclair" burned into his mind.

He had been quietly unraveling for days, keeping the doubt locked inside. Every time he stood before a mirror, he searched for a resemblance that wasn’t there.

His features felt foreign, his bone structure out of sync with the man he called father.

"Mom always says my eyes are like her wolf’s," Noah murmured to his reflection, his voice barely audible. "But I wanted them to be like Dad’s just like Elara has."

He set the hand mirror face down on the bedside table, unable to look at himself any longer. The house was quiet, but his mind was too loud for sleep. He slipped out of his room and moved down the darkened corridor.

As he reached the landing overlooking the main hall, he saw that the night was far from over for the adults. His father and uncles were still gathered below, the low clink of ice against glass echoing in the vast space.

Noah hesitated, intending to retreat before he was spotted, but he paused to watch the scene play out.

Karmen and Denzel were already heading toward the exit, their figures disappearing into the shadows, while Katelyn was busy dragging a protesting Sage back toward their wing of the mansion.

Left alone in the dim light of the hall, the remaining men seemed settled in for a long night, unaware of the young boy watching them from above with a heart full of heavy questions.

"The kids are growing up fast," Dominick noted, swirling the wine in his glass. "I noticed Elara is the softest of the bunch. I actually expected her to inherit your temper, Gabriel."

Gabriel leaned back, his expression unreadable. "It’s better this way. One of me is enough. But Noah has my temper. I can sense it." He paused, his head tilting slightly as he caught a familiar scent, Noah’s presence lingering nearby.

"Elizabeth is becoming a handful," Casio spoke up, rubbing his temples. "Her pranks are getting out of control. Every time I stand in front of her to scold her, I completely forget what I was going to say. She just has a way of disarming me."

Dominick chuckled. "She’s just a child, Cas. Her pranks are harmless."

The conversation continued, but Gabriel stood up abruptly. The others watched him move toward the staircase.

"Where are you heading?" Dominick asked, raising an eyebrow.

"You two finish up," Gabriel said, offering a curt nod. "I have somewhere I need to be. Goodnight."

High above on the landing, Noah’s heart hammered against his ribs. Realizing his father had sensed him, he turned and bolted down the corridor. He reached his room in seconds, slipping through the door and preparing to dive back into bed. 𝕗𝗿𝕖𝐞𝐰𝗲𝕓𝐧𝕠𝕧𝗲𝐥.𝚌𝐨𝚖

He froze halfway into the room.

Amelie was standing by his bedside, her face pale in the glow of the tablet she held in her hands, the very one he had used to read the article about his heritage.

"Mom," Noah whispered.

Amelie turned slowly to face him. Her expression wasn’t one of anger, but a deep, quiet sadness that made Noah’s chest tighten. "Come here, Noah," she said softly.

Noah walked toward her, his steps heavy. "Mom, the article... it just popped up. I got curious. I didn’t mean to keep looking, I promise. I know reporters make things up to get attention."

Amelie didn’t argue. She set the tablet face-down on the nightstand, then reached out and lifted Noah with a strength that belied her frame, settling him onto the small sofa at the foot of the bed. She sat beside him, resting a comforting hand on his head.

Before she could speak, the door pushed open. Gabriel stepped in, his presence immediately filling the room. "Noah, you weren’t asleep. Why did you bolt when you sensed me?" He stopped short when he realized Amelie was already there.

"Dad!" Noah’s heart sank. He had hoped to outrun his father’s keen senses, but now he was caught between both of them.

Gabriel looked from his son’s pale face to Amelie’s.

"Noah read an article," Amelie said. "About him not being a true Sinclair."

Gabriel flinched, a rare flicker of vulnerability crossing his face before he crossed the room. He didn’t sit on the sofa; instead, he dropped to his knees on the floor directly in front of Noah, bringing himself to his son’s level.

"There is something we’ve wanted to tell you for a long time," Gabriel began, his voice low and solemn. "We gave you pieces of the truth, but we held back the rest."

Noah looked at him, his small hands gripping his knees. "Dad, is it about my birth? You always told me you two found each other because of me—that I’ve been special since the moment Mom knew she was pregnant. But these articles... they say I’m different. They say I don’t belong." He swallowed hard, his voice trembling.

"I’m sorry, but it’s been bothering me. It’s not that I don’t love having Mom’s eyes, but I wanted to look like you. Elara has those violet eyes, and I see how proud you are when you talk about them."

Gabriel felt a sharp pang of guilt. He realized then how his praise for Elara’s traits must have felt like a silent exclusion to his son.

"Noah, I am so sorry I made you feel that way," Gabriel said, reaching out to steady his son’s hands with his own. "And I’m grateful you had the courage to tell us. Your mother and I should have spoken to you sooner, but we were waiting for the right moment, for a time when you were ready to understand the complexity of how our family truly began."

"I am ready," Noah insisted. "I’ll be eight soon. I can handle the truth."

Amelie took a slow, steadying breath, her gaze drifting for a moment as she reached into a past she had long kept guarded. "The truth is, Noah, I had a mate before I found your father. He was my first mate, and it was with him that I conceived you."

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