Rejected and Pregnant Claimed By The Dark Alpha Prince novel Chapter 116

Chapter 116: Setting me on fire

"What?" Amelie was shocked learning Gabriel was in his rut. She was well aware of an alpha’s rut, and in the presence of omega, the sexual urges would intensify more.

But moments later, her expression softened as she observed his eyes, which were controlling the storm of desires in them.

"Then, don’t stop yourself," Amelie whispered, giving him the encouragement.

Gabriel ducked his head into the crook of her neck, her scent was soothing him and at the same time, driving him wild. She heard his wolf growl and parted her lips apart in anticipation. The bridge of his nose gently brushed against her skin before his lips pressed soft kisses on it.

"Don’t say not to stop myself," Gabriel murmured, his large hand rested on her belly. "You’ve no idea what I do in my rut."

Amelie gulped hard and looked at the ceiling. "Then, how are you supposed to control it? Taking a pill isn’t a nice idea. I’ve heard that it has worst side effects," she said. Her eyes shut, her fingers curled when he sucked on her neck before his teeth grazed on it.

"You are right. But let’s wait till the wedding night. I don’t wish you to get hurt in my rut," Gabriel spoke, grounding himself with her scent. But what made him happy was that Amelie was ready to soothe his rut with intimacy, she didn’t reject his advances. freēwēbηovel.c૦m

Amelie brushed soft kisses along Gabriel’s shoulder, her fingers slipping beneath the strap of her top and tugging it aside. But before she could go further, he gently halted her. Without saying a word, Gabriel pulled back and sat upright. He reached for her hand and helped her sit up as well.

Then, rising from the bed, he walked toward the closet.

Amelie watched him silently, the warmth from her cheeks radiating all the way to her chest. Her hands instinctively rose, palms pressing against her flushed face.

’He’s holding back... but for how long?’ she wondered, turning her head to follow his movements.

Gabriel soon returned, moving with deliberate restraint. He opened the small cupboard beside the bed and took out a tiny pill bottle. Without hesitation, he unscrewed the cap, tapped a pill into his hand, and swallowed it with a glass of water.

Amelie stood, concern deepening in her eyes.

"The pill..." she said softly. "You shouldn’t have taken it."

Gabriel closed the cupboard door with a quiet click and turned to face her.

"I usually have good control during a rut," he began. "But this time... my mate is here." His eyes lingered on her face. "Taking the pill was necessary. Our wedding’s just two days away. So, I don’t want you limping down the aisle," he added with a grin that reach his eyes.

Amelie bit her bottom lip filled with both understanding and bashfulness flickering in her expression. She nodded silently.

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