Rejected and Pregnant Claimed By The Dark Alpha Prince novel Chapter 150

Chapter 150: Why aren’t you choosing me?

"The mark... it didn’t appear," Amelie whispered. "I think..." Her words faded as Gabriel gently pressed a finger against her lips, silencing her.

He slowly lowered his hand, sitting up to meet her gaze. "Don’t think anything meaningless," he said. "Sometimes the mark just... isn’t visible."

It was a gentle lie, or maybe a hope wrapped in kindness. He couldn’t bear to see the sadness in her eyes.

"But I’ve never heard that," Amelie replied, her brows drawing together.

"That’s because most don’t know everything," Gabriel said. "I can already feel the magic between us, Amelie. That’s what matters."

Her expression softened, though her confusion lingered. "How?" she asked, tilting her head slightly.

Gabriel’s lips curved into a faint smile. "It’s hard to explain. But it’s I can feel different. The bond between us is deeper than any mark or sign. It’s in the way my heart races when you’re near, the way your voice stays in my head when you’re not."

Amelie looked into his eyes, searching them for even a shred of doubt, but all she saw was love full of warmth. She nodded, a small, trusting smile tugging at her lips.

"I trust you," she murmured, hugging him.

~~~~~

Karmen still couldn’t locate Louis. It was as if he had vanished completely, slipping off the radar. But Karmen knew better, Louis wouldn’t stop here. He had likely already planted a spy to keep track of his movements, waiting for the right moment to strike.

On his way back to the mansion, Karmen made a brief stop and picked up a box of sweet muffins. He thought of Katelyn, how the heat cycle might be taking a toll on her, and hoped the small gesture would bring her some comfort.

Upon arriving, he spotted a maid walking through the corridor and approached her.

"Please give this to Princess Katelyn," he said, holding out the bag with the box inside.

The maid took it with a polite nod. "Of course, my Lord."

"Thank you," Karmen replied with a faint smile, watching her walk away.

As she disappeared down the hall, Karmen’s thoughts drifted to Prince Casaio. ’Was he alright?’

Karmen pivoted on his heel the moment he sensed Estelle’s presence behind him.

"Did you get anything out of Zilia?" he asked calmly, though his eyes studied Estelle’s expression carefully.

Estelle folded her arms across her chest. "Not yet. She’s tight-lipped. She has refused to speak."

Karmen exhaled softly. "We usually don’t resort to torturing women."

A cold smile touched Estelle’s lips. "Then let’s hope she talks soon. Because if she doesn’t, I might stop caring about traditions. Also, a spy is a spy. We don’t see genders in them."

"You’re right," Karmen agreed. "But try a different angle. Don’t push her. There’s always a reason someone keeps their lips sealed. Find it. There must be something... someone... that’s her weakness."

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