Rejected and Pregnant Claimed By The Dark Alpha Prince novel Chapter 601

Chapter 601: A single second of delay

In the afternoon, everyone gathered in the common hall, who were supposed to be involved in the plan to bring down Ophelia forever.

"Amelie and I discussed whether one of us shall become the bait to invite Ophelia into our trap," Gabriel began. "And we have finally decided that it should be me."

"But you’re the strongest fighter we have, and you’re the one supposed to wield the sword," Casaio remarked, shaking his head. "As Carlos could sense the energy the blade possessed, Ophelia will sense the same. If you carry that weapon toward her, she’ll smell the threat from miles away and vanish into the shadows before you’re even close."

"I will be the one wielding that sword," Amelie stated, her voice surprisingly steady for someone suggesting such a dangerous feat.

The room went silent. Gabriel looked at his wife with pride.

"Yes," Gabriel continued, addressing the group’s silent shock. "She will not appear until Ophelia is trapped. Carlos and Mona will perform the binding magic on Ophelia to pin her soul. Once the binding is complete, the window will be short. Either you, or Dominick will use the teleportation markers to bring Amelie to that exact location."

"You’re making yourself the target while she carries the only thing that can kill the witch," Dominick mused, leaning against a pillar. "It’s risky. If the teleportation is delayed even by a second, Ophelia will tear you apart, Gabriel."

"Which is why we cannot afford a single second of delay," Gabriel replied, his gaze shifting to Carlos. "Can the binding hold her long enough for Amelie to strike?"

"Gabriel, we are talking about a dark witch," Carlos warned, his expression etched with a rare severity. "Mona and I can bind her, but the magic I’ll be using has limits. We can hold her for exactly sixty seconds. In that minute, you two must ensure the sword slashes her. If the binding breaks before the strike, she will be a cornered predator with enough power to level this clearing."

Gabriel didn’t blink. He knew the cost of failure wasn’t just his life, but the future of the entire lineage.

"If I go in front of Ophelia, she will do anything to kill me first. She will use every trick, every illusion, and every ounce of pain she can muster to distract you," Gabriel said, turning to look directly into Amelie’s eyes. "None of you can flinch at her threats, especially not you, Amelie. You cannot let her voice get inside your head. When the moment comes, you must pierce the blade straight through her heart. Can you do it?"

Amelie furrowed her brows together. She looked at Gabriel, remembering the horror of her past life. She remembered the way Ophelia had trapped Gabriel to hurt both of them. The witch thrived on the bonds between people, twisting love into a leash.

Her fingers curled instinctively. She knew that if she hesitated for even a second out of fear for Gabriel’s safety, they were both dead. And not them, but others too. This time, she wouldn’t be the victim of a prophecy; she would be the one to end it.

"I won’t give her a single chance," Amelie said, a confident glare appearing in her eyes.

"Are you sure, Amelie?" Dominick asked with a pragmatism that bordered on coldness. "We’re betting everything on a sixty-second window. We need a backup plan. If Amelie’s resolve wavers or if she’s blocked, someone else has to be ready to finish it."

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