Rejected and Pregnant Claimed By The Dark Alpha Prince novel Chapter 657

Chapter 657: Sora, the greatest healer

"Forgive Mama for not being with you, baby," Amelie whispered, pulling Noah tightly against her chest. Her heart ached at the sight of him; his small eyes were puffy and red, and his cheeks were flushed from hours of distress. She showered him with gentle kisses, trying to soothe the tremors still racking his tiny body.

"Noah never cried so much before," Gabriel said, a rare look of exhaustion crossing his face as he ran his fingers through his hair. He looked like he had been through a battle of a different kind.

Amelie rocked Noah, her hand rhythmically patting his back. "Staying with Flora was important, Gabriel. I truly thought he would be okay with you."

"He gets distressed too easily when one of us isn’t here," Gabriel admitted, his voice softening. "He barely touched his bottle. You should breastfeed him; he needs that comfort. I’ll freshen up. And Amelie... I want to apologize for yesterday. After coming back to the palace and sitting with him, I realized... Flora might have just been scared. Maybe she didn’t want to drag us into whatever she was facing."

Amelie looked up at him, her gaze steady. "Apologize to Flora when she wakes up. It must be an apology from the bottom of your heart, Gabriel. She needs to know she’s truly forgiven by all of us."

"I will. She’s going to wake up," Gabriel asserted with a firm nod. "My mother knows a healer with the best abilities in the world. They’re already making the call."

"Yes, Brother Casaio told us at the hospital," Amelie said, feeling a glimmer of hope. "Go on now, freshen up."

She moved to the center of the large, silk-draped bed, settling into the pillows to nurse Noah.

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Dominick lowered the phone onto the mahogany desk of his study, a cold frown deepening the lines on his face. "Alex was resurrected?" He snickered. "That bloody witch made sure to try and separate Gabriel and Amelie until the very end."

He heard a sharp knock on the heavy oak door. "Come in," he commanded, his voice regaining its usual authoritative edge.

The door swung open, and Jeniva walked in, a file firmly in her hands. She bowed to him in deep reverence before she began her report. "Your Highness, Evan and I successfully rescued the child with the help of the sentinels. We made sure he was returned safely to his parents."

She stepped forward and placed the file onto the table, sliding it toward him. "Your signature is needed on these mobilization orders, Your Highness."

Dominick glanced at the file and gave a short, approving nod. He flipped through the pages, his eyes scanning the technical details of the mission before he scrawled his signature at the bottom with a sharp flourish.

Dominick went still, his hand pausing over the closed file. "You’re a submissive omega," he replied. "Around alphas, it is natural for your senses to heighten."

"No," Jeniva insisted, her voice firm. "This is different. Around you, I get... triggered."

Dominick looked away, his gaze drifting to the flickering fireplace. She hasn’t understood so far why it is happening, he thought bitterly. How am I supposed to bring her to the truth if she can’t even recognize her own bond?

"Your Highness, do you have something to say to me?" Jeniva asked, sensing the silence.

Jeniva knitted her brows, a flash of frustration crossing her eyes. She pivoted on the heels of her boots and marched toward the door. It is so difficult to understand him, she thought as she stepped out into the corridor.

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