Rejected and Pregnant Claimed By The Dark Alpha Prince novel Chapter 692

Chapter 692: Peace I’ve always yearned

As evening fell, Gabriel made his way to the Moon Temple to find Cynthia. He found her sitting on the porch, a solitary figure silhouetted against the rising moon as she stared up at the vast, darkening sky, devoid of clouds tonight.

"Why aren’t you staying in the house I arranged for you?" Gabriel’s voice broke the silence.

"Gabriel!" Cynthia breathed, rising to her feet as he strode toward her.

"Are you still sleeping in that cramped room provided by the temple?" Gabriel muttered, his jaw tightening with suppressed anger. "Why do you insist on staying here, in a place that reminds you of how the higher-ups punished you for a crime you never committed?"

"I like the peace here, Gabriel. I told you that," Cynthia replied softly. She watched him as he shrugged off his heavy, fur-lined long coat. Without a word, he draped it over her shoulders. He followed it by unwinding the thick muffler from his own neck and wrapping it carefully around hers.

"Can’t you dress warmly?" Gabriel scolded, his voice softening even as he worked. "You are no longer immortal; you can get sick so easily now. Please, start living in the house. If you move there, I can finally bring Amelie and Noah to see you."

He finished tying a knot in the muffler, ensuring she was shielded from the biting wind. "I could never take care of my mother in the past," he confessed, his gaze lingering on her face. "That is why I am doing all of this now. Let me do this for you."

"And I am so deeply grateful for that," Cynthia murmured, her palm resting gently against Gabriel’s cheek. "But I have something for you first. It is a talisman for Noah, a blessing to be worn on his wrist."

She asked him to wait a moment and disappeared into the shadows of the temple. Gabriel stood alone on the porch. She returned shortly, cradling a tiny silk pouch in her hands as if it were a precious treasure.

"This will protect Noah from the evil eye," Cynthia said, pressing the pouch into Gabriel’s palm.

"I will make sure he wears it," Gabriel stated, his fingers closing tightly over the silk. "But only if you promise to move into the house I arranged for you. This temple is deserted at night, and I cannot stand the thought of you living like this. You are not an ordinary woman. Without your guidance, I would have never defeated Ophelia."

He looked away, a flash of guilt crossing his features. "It brings me pain to say this, but I regret that I couldn’t save you from your fall. I made a selfish choice for my own happiness, and you paid the price for it."

"It’s alright, Gabriel," Cynthia explained, her voice as calm as the night air. "I don’t harbor any bitterness. If anything, I feel only blessed that I was allowed to see you, and the man you’ve become, in this lifetime. My position was a small price to pay for that."

"Then, shall we go?" Gabriel asked, his tone leaving little room for further debate.

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