Rejected and Pregnant Claimed By The Dark Alpha Prince novel Chapter 438

Chapter 438: Set foot near my son

Mabel stepped into the chamber, her gaze immediately falling on the maid who was dragging a trolley bag out of the bedroom. Behind her, Juniper appeared, clutching a small handbag to her chest. Her head was bowed, shoulders trembling faintly under the weight of shame.

"Everyone, leave us," Mabel commanded sharply. The maids hurried out, closing the door softly behind them in a suffocating silence.

Mabel studied Juniper for a long moment. The young woman’s face was pale, her eyes rimmed with red. It might have stirred pity once, but Mabel felt only disappointment now.

"Why did you hide the envelope you received from Ophelia?" she asked.

Juniper’s voice quivered. "I... I didn’t know it was from Ophelia, Your Majesty."

"You weren’t supposed to hide it," Mabel cut in sharply. "That alone tells me you knew. If Dominick wasn’t available, you could have informed anyone, anyone, Juniper! Were you truly willing to endanger Gabriel and Amelie, two people who have never wronged you, just to serve your own selfish desires?"

Juniper’s lips trembled, but no words came.

"Did it never once occur to you," Mabel continued, her voice tightening with fury, "how much they’ve already suffered? You chose to trust a witch, Juniper! A witch, after everything you’ve seen, after everything they’ve endured."

The chamber seemed to tremble under her words. Mabel’s chest heaved, her anger and disappointment boiling over after days of restraint.

"I’ve already been punished, Your Majesty," Juniper murmured. "Being rejected was enough. I won’t cause any more trouble for anyone." She kept her head bowed, her hands trembling slightly as though she had finally surrendered to her guilt.

Mabel’s gaze hardened. "Your arrogance has always been the reason of your current condition," she said coldly. "You never learned to see the good around you, only the flaws in the others. That bitterness is what destroyed you." 𝕗𝚛𝚎𝚎𝐰𝗲𝗯𝗻𝚘𝚟𝚎𝗹.𝕔𝐨𝕞

She took a deep breath, steadying her voice though her anger still burned beneath it. "I have always protected those I love, Juniper. And though you were once dear to me, that bond ends today. The only mercy I’ll grant you is this, you will leave the palace quietly. There will be no public punishment, and no banishment of your family. But mark my words, if you ever set foot near my son or anyone under my protection again, the consequences will be severe."

Juniper flinched, tears glistening in her eyes.

"I will not have your father come here pleading for forgiveness. What you did is beyond pardon. You destroyed Dominick’s life, the man who loved you more than you ever deserved."

With that, Mabel turned sharply and strode out of the chamber.

Outside, she found the maids waiting with Juniper’s luggage. "Load it into the car," she ordered curtly. Then, turning to Juniper’s personal attendant, she added, "Once the driver drops her at her home, tell him to report to me immediately."

"Yes, Your Majesty," the attendant replied with a bow.

Mabel handed her a sealed scroll. "Give this to Mr. Vittileo personally," she said.

"Understood, Your Majesty."

With that, Mabel left to her chamber.

"Don’t say that," Casaio interrupted gently. "I’m your mate, your family. If not me, then who else should stand by you?"

Before she could respond, he leaned down and pressed a gentle kiss to her lips, a promise of comfort, of loyalty, of love unshaken by the chaos around them.

When they finally pulled apart, Zilia whispered, "I still need to thank Gabriel. How did he even manage to bring Luke here? I thought it was the end for us."

A small, knowing smile tugged at Casaio’s lips. "Gabriel has his ways," he said. "He’s always been good at turning impossible situations in his favor. He spoke to me earlier this morning and said if things went wrong, bringing Luke Hunter here would be our best chance."

Then, taking a brief pause, he said, "Let’s go in. Idris must be waiting for me."

Zilia hummed and held his hand. They both walked inside the bedroom and found Idris was sitting on the chair near the window with the phone in his hands.

"Idris!" Casaio called out, and he lifted his head.

"Your Highness!" He was quick to stand up and bowed to him in respect.

"I’m sorry for what happened earlier," Casaio began.