Rejected and Pregnant: Claimed By The Dark Alpha Prince-Chapter 704: Go out for our date

Jeniva snapped a few photos of herself beside her modestly decorated Christmas tree and sent the images off to her sister. Ever since Dominick had departed for the palace, she felt even lonelier.

"What kind of mate is he, anyway?" she murmured to the empty room.

She let out a sigh, realizing she was likely expecting too much from a man of his stature. She collapsed onto the couch, the TV remote clutched in her hand. 𝒇𝒓𝒆𝒆𝙬𝒆𝒃𝓷𝒐𝓿𝙚𝙡.𝒄𝓸𝒎

"He’ll probably just reject me again in a few days," she whispered to the ceiling. "Maybe it was just the rut. He needed someone, and that’s why he was so sweet for a while."

She absentmindedly flicked through the channels. The winter chill seemed to seep through the windows, prompting her to pull a thin fleece blanket up to her chin. She stopped on a holiday special showing a family gathered around a fireplace, and her heart gave a painful tug. This was how mates were supposed to spend Christmas. Together with each other.

"Hah! Why am I even thinking about that?" she muttered, trying to shake off the melancholy. "There was no real attachment from the beginning. We’ve barely started this... whatever it is. It’s not like we’ve been dating for months. Get a grip, Jeniva. you’re acting all pathetic for no reason."

Jeniva sat in the quiet of her apartment, her eyes glazed over as she watched the flickering screen of the TV. A tired yawn escaped her, and she allowed her eyelids to flutter shut for just a moment until she felt a sudden presence in the room. Her eyes shot open, and she gasped to find Dominick standing right before her, a sleek gift bag held in his hand.

"Your Highness! Is it really you?" Jeniva stammered, scrambling to sit up straight on the velvet couch, her heart suddenly racing.

"Yes, it’s me," Dominick said softly, a smile playing on his lips. He extended the bag toward her. "Here, this is for you. Merry Christmas, Jeniva."

Her heart fluttered wildly in her chest, a dizzying sensation she had never experienced before. With trembling fingers, she reached out and took the bag from him. Dominick didn’t leave; instead, he settled onto the cushion beside her, his large frame making the small couch feel much more intimate.

"What were you watching?" he asked, picking up the remote and thumbing the volume up just enough to fill the silence.

"Nothing... just a holiday romance show," Jeniva replied, her knuckles turning white as her grip tightened on the gift bag. She felt the heat of his shoulder near hers.

"Why did you return so early? It’s not even Christmas evening yet," she murmured, tilting her head as she studied his face.

"Suppressants don’t seem to work on me," Dominick replied.

"Ah, I see. That’s why you returned," Jeniva said, her voice dropping. A small pang of disappointment twisted in her chest; she had hoped, perhaps foolishly, that he had rushed back because he missed her presence, not just because he was physically unwell.

Dominick watched the subtle shift in her expression. ’If I tell her I was actually missing the sound of her voice, she’s going to tease me about it,’ he thought, his wolf pacing restlessly at the sight of her.

"Check the gift," he prompted, trying to bridge the sudden distance between them.

"I’ll do it later," she said softly, leaning over to place the bag on the coffee table.

"You’re not doing anything right now. Just check it once," Dominick insisted, his voice softening.

To satisfy him, Jeniva couldn’t refuse. She reached back into the bag and pulled out the contents. As the soft, premium fabric slipped through her fingers, she realized the weight and quality of the piece.

She shook it out, her eyes widening as she took in the elegant, long, deep violet, one-piece dress. It featured modest full sleeves and a sophisticated high neckline, radiating a grace that suited her perfectly.

"Tell me the truth, who helped you pick this out for me?" Jeniva asked, turning toward him. Her shimmering eyes met his.

"You really think I’m incapable of picking out a dress?" Dominick chuckled, the sound deep and genuine. "Don’t you like it? I saw it and thought it would be perfect for you to wear for Christmas since the dress matches your hair," he asserted, watching her closely for her reaction.

"I like it," Jeniva replied, a genuine smile illuminating her face. "Thank you, Dominick."

"Wear it tomorrow when we go out for our date," he said casually, though his eyes remained fixed on hers.

"Go out?" Jeniva’s breath hitched, her gaze locking onto his.

"Hmm. I thought we could go on a dinner date," Dominick answered, leaning back slightly. "What will we do here alone in the house? I don’t want you stuck in the kitchen cooking for us. It’s better we eat out and enjoy the evening."

Jeniva bit her lip, her practical side warring with her heart. "But... won’t you have to go back to the palace? To your family? I mean, it’s Christmas, there must be a royal feast with all the family members gathered." While she secretly craved his company, she didn’t want him to sacrifice his duties or traditions for her.

"If I go there, then you’ll be alone," Dominick said simply.

That one statement made Jeniva’s heart drum violently against her ribs. She stopped blinking. A warm heat rose to her cheeks as she realized he was choosing her over the celebration in the palace.

"I’ll go to my room and change," Dominick said and headed upstairs.

As soon as he entered the room, he shut the door behind him. "What was that? How could say such lines to her?"

’Eva was happy to see us. She said they missed us,’ Black revealed in the back of his head.

’I could see in her eyes. She was feeling lonely. But Black, we can’t let us slip in love again so easily,’ Dominick told his wolf.

’I have already slipped,’ Black admitted.