Rejected and Pregnant Claimed By The Dark Alpha Prince novel Chapter 694

Chapter 694: I need you near me

"Are you planning to tackle the dishes tonight?" Dominick asked, elegantly dabbing a linen napkin across his mouth. "Leave them for the morning; the cleaning lady will be here early enough to handle it."

"I think I’ll do just that," Jeniva agreed, her voice trailing off as she took a slow, contemplative sip of her wine. "I’m far too exhausted to stand at the sink tonight." Her gaze drifted toward the tall dining room window, where the snowflakes of the evening were beginning to dance against the glass.

"It’s snowing," she murmured, the reflection of the lamps in her eyes making them shimmer.

Dominick turned his head to follow her gaze. "Gridlock always sees a heavy accumulation this time of year," he noted.

"It does," Jeniva replied softly. "And this region is famous for the auroras, isn’t it? They say when the winter sky is perfectly clear, the lights dance right over the hills. I’ve lived here for a while, but the conditions haven’t been right yet. I’ve always wanted to see them, just once in my life."

"You may see them sooner than you think," Dominick stated, his eyes tracking the movement as she tipped the bottle to refill her glass.

"Don’t drink too much," he advised, his protective instincts surfacing.

Jeniva didn’t offer a verbal rebuttal; she simply rolled her eyes. Then, she stood abruptly, gathered the dishes, and carried them to the kitchen. After depositing them in the sink, she drained the rest of her glass in one go, set it on the countertop, and offered the Prince a curt, formal bow before turning on her heel.

"Why does she seem so upset?" Dominick murmured to the empty room. He followed her toward the guest wing to check on her, but finding her door ajar and the sound of the shower running, he decided against intruding. He pulled the door shut for her privacy and retreated upstairs to his own room.

Standing before the bathroom mirror to brush his teeth, he reflected on the conversation he had accidentally overheard earlier. He rinsed his mouth, the cool water a sharp contrast to his wandering thoughts.

"While some hearts are wounded by love, others still hunger for it," he whispered to his reflection, hanging his towel over a chair. "The Moon Goddess should grant her a better mate this time, one who values her."

As he sat on the edge of the bed, his world suddenly tilted. A violent surge of heat erupted in his marrow, which was the early signs of his rut.

"What the fuck?" Dominick hissed, his fingers clawing into the silk sheets. His senses went into overdrive, and suddenly, the air was saturated with a intoxicating scent of Jeniva’s pheromones. "No. Not now. Why her?"

His breathing turned ragged as he fought the sudden, overwhelming urge to hunt for the source of that scent. But he remained rooted to her place.

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