Amelie looked at the clock, highlighting Gabriel’s prolonged absence. He hadn’t returned to the room since his meeting with the Beta. She gazed down at Noah, who was contentedly drinking from his bottle which she had held.
’Gabriel is under so much stress,’ she thought, her heart aching for him. ’He never anticipated Kate would be attacked. Now he’s planning everything in the shadows, trying to carry the weight of everything and our safety alone. He thinks excluding me keeps me safe, but the not knowing is its own kind of hurt.’
Unable to settle her mind, she brought her hands together in prayer after making Noah hold the bottle and shut her eyes tightly, seeking solace in the only power higher than a King.
’Please, Moon Goddess, keep everyone safe here. We are all innocent. Shouldn’t the wicked be punished instead? Why are you putting us through so many trials? Please, protect Gabriel at all costs. Don’t let his fear turn into a cage.’
She slowly opened her eyes. Noah had almost finished his bottle. She gently pulled it away, catching a stray drop of milk with a soft wipe before caressing his tuft of hair.
"Don’t you want to sleep today? Hm?" she murmured.
As if Noah understood her perfectly, he shook his head with surprising vigor and began letting out a series of spirited, babbling sounds.
Amelie cradled Noah against her shoulder. She paced the room with a rhythmic sway, hoping the gentle movement would lull him into the sleep he was so clearly fighting. When the walls of the chamber began to feel too restrictive, she stepped out into the quiet drawing room.
"Ma," Noah whispered, his tiny fingers tangling in the delicate gold chain around her neck.
"Hmm?" Amelie slowed her pace, tilting her head down to press a soft kiss to his forehead. "Are you worried for your daddy too? Do you feel it, little one?"
"Da?" Noah’s eyes widened, and he suddenly twisted in her arms, his gaze fixed on the heavy oak doors at the end of the corridor. He began to reach out, his small hand grasping at the air as he made urgent, demanding sounds. He wanted Gabriel.
Amelie tried to soothe him, but the babbling quickly turned into frustrated, muffled cries. His little face scrunched up, and the more she tried to hush him, the louder his distress became. It wasn’t just a tantrum.
"Okay. We are going out, baby," Amelie murmured, trying to keep her voice steady as Noah’s cries began to escalate.
Her attendant, Ashna, appeared almost instantly, looking slightly out of breath. "Forgive me, Your Highness. I was a little busy with the work," she said, hurrying toward them.
"It’s alright, Ashna. Bring Noah’s warm cap from the room. He wants to step out," Amelie instructed. Ashna was efficient, returning in seconds with a thick, wool-lined cap. She carefully fixed it on Noah’s head, tying a soft knot under his chin to protect him from the chill outside.

"Do you want to end up like Kate then?" Gabriel roared back, his Alpha aura flaring with a dangerous, jagged intensity. "You saw what Ophelia is capable of. I will not be the reason another sibling of mine gets hurt!"
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