Rejected and Pregnant Claimed By The Dark Alpha Prince novel Chapter 200

Chapter 200: Your big brother

"Sir, Prince Dominick and Prince Gabriel are here to see you," announced a house servant, bowing slightly at the doorway of Emerson Vitiello’s study.

Emerson looked up from the documents spread before him, his brows lifting slightly, not in surprise at Dominick’s visit, but at the presence of Gabriel.

Setting the papers aside, he rose promptly. "I’ll see them now," he said and followed the servant to the front sitting room.

"Your Highnesses," Emerson greeted respectfully with a slight bow of his head. "It’s an honor."

Dominick returned the gesture with a polite smile. "Mr. Vitiello, we’d like to discuss something of importance, privately, if possible. Perhaps in your study?"

"Of course. Please, this way," Emerson said. He guided them down the hall and into the quiet sanctity of his study, closing the door behind them.

Gabriel didn’t wait as he took the seat closest to the desk while Dominick remained standing, allowing the host to settle first.

"Please, Prince Nick, have a seat," Emerson said courteously, using the nickname he’d known from years past.

Gabriel’s sharp gaze flicked between them. "Let’s not waste time," he cut in smoothly. "Sit. We came for answers."

With a slight nod, Dominick took his seat beside his brother. Emerson followed suit and settled on the leather chair in a straight posture.

Dominick leaned slightly forward. "Juniper informed me about a report you filed months ago about the deaths of several betas. They weren’t high-ranking, but their disappearances weren’t ordinary either. You suspected the involvement of beta hunters, didn’t you?"

Emerson’s eyes narrowed just faintly, a flicker of old concern crossing his face. "Yes... I did," he confirmed.

"Could you please provide us with the case file related to that report?" Dominick asked.

"I can have it ready by tomorrow," Emerson replied, folding his hands together atop his desk. "But may I ask, what exactly is this about? Is something wrong?"

"No," Gabriel interjected. "It’s far from alright."

Emerson’s gaze shifted to him, concern flickering in his eyes.

"The presence of an organized group targeting betas is deeply troubling," Gabriel continued. "Mr. Vitiello, have there been any similar reports lately? Unusual disappearances or attacks?"

Emerson slowly shook his head. "No. Nothing recent. At least, nothing that reached me."

Gabriel pressed his index finger to the curve of his bottom lip, lost in thought. His sharp eyes remained fixed on the polished surface of the desk.

"I suspect the reports are being deliberately withheld," he said finally. "This runs deeper than we assumed."

Dominick nodded. "Tomorrow is your wedding reception. We’ll begin looking into it the day after."

"Hm." Gabriel gave a curt nod in agreement.

"Your Highnesses," Emerson spoke up in a respectful , "since I oversee these types of cases, allow me to take the lead on this. I may have overlooked the earlier incident because the victims weren’t high-profile betas... but after hearing your concerns, I realize I should’ve investigated further. I won’t make that mistake again."

Dominick’s tone turned cautious. "We don’t want word of this getting out. If there is such a group operating in the capital, we can’t risk tipping them off. Discretion is vital in this matter."

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