Rejected and Pregnant: Claimed By The Dark Alpha Prince-Chapter 207: Trailed his tongue

Karmen’s words hit like a cold water being splashed on her face.

She had the right to scream at him, but she couldn’t. "Why?" Katelyn’s lips quivered as she asked for the reason. "What’s there that you despise me? Other guys would die to be with me."

"I’m not them. Since I’ve clarified you, I urge you not to think about pursuing me. Because I won’t return the same feelings to you," Karmen affirmed. He then bowed, and took a step back before walking out of the room.

Katelyn furrowed her brows together as tears threatened to escape her eyes. She felt Amelie walking in and quickly turned around to wipe the tears off her eyes.

"I’m fine. I shouldn’t have expected too much from Karmen. He was straightforward even the first time I asked. I’ve no idea why I clung to the hope that Karmen would consider me," Katelyn said, turning around and facing Amelie with a smile.

’I hoped Karmen would give Kate a chance,’ Amelie thought.

She walked over Katelyn and hugged her while patting her back gently.

"Amelie, I’m truly fine," Katelyn murmured as she shut her eyes, trying to calm down herself. "I asked him the reason, but he didn’t even tell me. He simply despises me. His words showed that."

"It’s strange," Amelie whispered as she pulled away. "But you’ll get a better man than Karmen. Don’t make yourself feel low."

"Hmm. I won’t," Katelyn said.

Amelie understood she needed some alone time, so not to pester her anymore, she decided to leave.

"I think Gabriel must be looking for me. I should go back," Amelie opined.

"Yeah, you should go," Katelyn stated.

Amelie waved at her and left the princess’ room. As she walked through the corridor before heading to her own quarters, which was upstairs in the second floor, she halted as a pair of arms hugged her from behind.

"Gabriel!" She exclaimed in shock and tilted her head.

"Did you check the dress?" Gabriel asked.

"Not yet," Amelie shook her head. "I was with Kate. You were with Her Majesty. I thought you would stay with your mother for a longer time."

Gabriel chuckled and got his grip loosened around her. "I couldn’t," he murmured. He held her hand, intertwining their fingers before walking ahead to their room.

"Don’t tell me you again fought with your mother." Amelie glared at him.

"I didn’t," Gabriel said, letting go of her hand. His eyes glued to the dress that Amelie was supposed to wear in the reception. "It’s beautiful, isn’t it?" He tilted his head, looking at Amelie.

"Yes."

Amelie moved closer to the dress and her delicate fingers touched it. It was soft lavender in color made of silk fabric. The tiny crystals attached to the bodice shimmered like stars in the night sky.

"You’ll look gorgeous in this outfit," Gabriel said, tilting his head.

"Yes. I want to look gorgeous for you," Amelie stated.

He smiled, his fingers delicately brushed the strands on her forehead. Then moving his hands down to hers, he drew her closer. The tip of his nose brushed against hers as bright smiles filled their faces.

"What if someone comes? The door’s open," Amelie whispered, glancing sideways.

"Then, they have to shut their eyes and leave," Gabriel murmured, his hands slowly went to her waist and then lower back. His lips found her jawline as he peppered slow, heated kisses down her neck.

"The marks from yesterday haven’t faded," Amelie whispered, a soft warning in her tone as her fingers brushed over her neck.

Gabriel didn’t listen. Instead, he leaned in and nipped the tender skin just below her collarbone, drawing a low gasp from her lips.

"Gabriel, mmh..." Amelie began, trying to scold him, but her voice melted into a breathy sound as he trailed his tongue over the same spot. One of his hands slid down to her hip, giving it a gentle, possessive squeeze.

Her knees wobbled beneath her, and instinctively, she wrapped her arms around his neck for support. His mouth never left her skin, pressing warm, lingering kisses along the curve of her neck.

Then, just as the tension thickened, Gabriel suddenly stopped. He pressed a soft kiss to her forehead.

"If I keep going like this..." he murmured in a low and husky voice, "I might not be able to stop."

His thumb traced the shape of her lips before leaning in to capture them in a deep, lingering kiss. Amelie returned it without hesitation, a shiver of heat running through her body at his touch.

A moment later, Gabriel lifted her effortlessly into his arms. Her legs instinctively wrapped around his torso as he carried her to the bed.

Gently, he laid her down on the mattress and settled beside her, balancing his weight on his right elbow. His left hand moved to the bump of her belly, caressing it gradually.

"I was reading that pup likes it when they are given such gentle strokes. I don’t know what’s this feeling, but I’m eager to hold Noa in my hands. They will call me Daddy. Just thinking about it does something in my heart," Gabriel murmured, smiling.

Amelie’s heart filled with more admiration for him. It would happen on daily basis because the thought of giving a father name to someone else’s pup was usually tough for any man.

"Let’s have a pup together after Noa is born," Amelie said.

"What?" Gabriel mused at her. "Not that early. Your body will need to recuperate after giving the birth," he stated.

"Why are you so good?" Amelie turned slightly so that his hand would now be on her waist. Her hand rested on his firm chest while her eyes remained fixed on his. "You know... I love you so much that without your presence, I think I can’t even breathe. I don’t know but whenever I think about you, I feel so much more that it’s tough to explain many a times," she murmured.

"I feel the same," Gabriel stated, holding her gaze.

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