Rejected and Pregnant Claimed By The Dark Alpha Prince novel Chapter 600

Chapter 600: Invited their own demise

The following morning, Gabriel woke earlier. He moved with silence, gently tucking Amelie’s foot back beneath the warmth of the duvet before crossing the room to check on Noah. The infant was deep in slumber.

After freshening up, Gabriel headed out for a stroll, needing the morning air to clear his head before the inevitable chaos of the day.

As he moved through the quiet palace corridors, his gaze drifted toward the expansive gardens. In the distance, he spotted his parents walking side-by-side, huddled in their warm morning coats. They were deep in conversation.

He turned to continue his walk, eventually encountering Zilia near the library wing. She was clutching several thick files to her chest.

"Oh, Gabriel, good morning. Did you sleep well?" Zilia asked, offering him a small but genuine smile.

"Good morning. Yes, I had a very restful sleep," Gabriel answered. He lingered for a moment, his eyes dropping to the paperwork she held. "You’re starting early. What’s all this?"

"Ah, these are related to a few cases I’ve recently started looking into," Zilia explained, adjusting her grip on the folders. "Ian suggested to Casaio that we should work more closely on behalf of the vulnerable classes. There are gaps in the legal protection for those without pack status, and we’re trying to bridge them."

Gabriel nodded, not commenting on it. He had heard Ian’s name, but couldn’t recall who he was.

"I shall go ahead," he said, offering a polite nod. He began to brush past Zilia, but she reached out, a gentle hand stopping him.

"Umm... Gabriel," she began, her voice softening with concern. "You don’t have to hesitate in taking help from your brothers. Cas is quite worried about you. He feels the distance you’re keeping."

Gabriel paused. "Then you should tell him not to be worried," he replied. "I mean it. And tell him that I may need my brothers tomorrow. I won’t exclude them from the plan I’m making to trap Ophelia. This isn’t a burden for one man."

Zilia was relieved to hear him. Knowing the brothers would stand together gave her a sense of peace she hadn’t felt in days. "Gabriel, you’ll win. I know you will," she said, her gaze steady and confident.

"Thanks."

"You should go ahead then. Amelie must be waiting for you." She offered a final smile, turning to continue her walk. Gabriel watched her for a second before heading in the opposite direction.

When he finally returned to his chamber, he didn’t go straight to the bedroom. Instead, he slumped down onto the couch in the drawing room, resting his elbow on a bolster and leaning back.

The silence was broken by the soft sound of footsteps. Samyra walked in, stopping when she saw him. It was clear she had been waiting for his return.

Gabriel straightened his posture immediately. "Good morning," he said, greeting his mother-in-law with the respect she deserved. "Please, take a seat."

As Samyra sat down across from him, the usual air of composed grace she carried seemed slightly fractured. Gabriel noticed her eyes darting toward the floor, her fingers fiddling nervously with one another. It was a telltale sign of a deep, inner struggle.

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