Rejected and Pregnant Claimed By The Dark Alpha Prince novel Chapter 7

Chapter 7: The Dark Alpha Prince

Amelie gazed out of the window as the car rolled through the grand entrance of the Sinclair estate.

But this was no ordinary estate, nothing like the lavish yet predictable homes of other alphas. This was something else entirely, something beyond words.

As the car came to a smooth stop before a sprawling marble mansion, Amelie barely had time to gather her thoughts before the doors were opened. Stepping out, her eyes swept over the scene before her.

Lined up in perfect formation, a row of servants stood with their heads bowed. Their reverence was unsettling, a sight that felt plucked from a forgotten era.

'Are we in old times? Why are they all bowing to him?' she wondered, a flicker of unease creeping into her chest.

"Welcome to my abode, Amelie," Gabriel's deep voice cut through her thoughts, pulling her back to the present. "Shall we go in?" He asked.

Amelie simply nodded and followed Gabriel inside. Settling onto the plush couch, she let her gaze wander over the intricate carvings and towering chandeliers.

"Gabriel," she began, shifting her focus back to him, "I forgot to ask you—which pack do you belong to? Are you the Alpha of your pack?"

Gabriel reached for the glass of water placed on the tray by a waiting servant. "I don't belong to any pack," he answered simply, taking a slow sip.

Amelie frowned. "What? Then... are you from a rogue pack?"

"No." His reply was curt.

"Miss, here's the water for you," the servant said humbly, offering her a glass.

She accepted it without a word, her thoughts still circling around Gabriel's mysterious status. Who was he, then? A lone wolf without a pack, yet living in a place grander than any Alpha she had ever known? It didn't make sense.

Before she could press further, an older man stepped into the room.

"My lord, your father has sent an invitation for the annual gala," the man, whom Amelie assumed was the butler, spoke with reverence. "You should attend this year."

Gabriel barely spared him a glance. "I'm not interested."

Amelie raised an eyebrow, lowering her glass to the table. "Why are you refusing to go?" she asked, genuinely curious. "I've heard a lot about the gala. It's a perfect event to find your mate." Her eyes gleamed with interest as she spoke.

Gabriel finally looked at her. "Why do I need a mate when I have you?"

His words stiffened everyone present in the room.

Amelie blinked, caught completely off guard. Was he... joking?

She swallowed, regaining her composure. "I—I'm thankful that you saved my life, but... I can't stay with you forever," she asserted.

"I'm Gabriel Sinclair," he said.

Sinclair.

The surname rang a bell in Amelie's mind. She had heard it before—but where? Her brows furrowed slightly as she searched her memory. And then it struck her.

The Sinclair family. The royal bloodline.

For generations, the Sinclairs had ruled over the werewolf nation, their dominance unchallenged for hundreds of years. The current Alpha King had three sons and a daughter, each renowned in their own right. But among them, one name stood out in whispers and rumors.

Gabriel Sinclair—the Dark Alpha Prince.

'I... I spent a night with the Alpha Prince!'

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