Rejected and Pregnant Claimed By The Dark Alpha Prince novel Chapter 697

Chapter 697: Bond refused to snap

Being asked out by the Prince was a scenario that hadn’t even hovered on the periphery of her imagination.

"Your marriage ended only a short while ago," she began, her voice trembling as she searched his eyes for any sign of a lingering desire. "Are you truly certain? I am a suppressive Omega, Dominick. Yesterday, you were revolted by the idea of this bond. You were furious that the Moon Goddess had even linked us. How can everything change in a single night?"

Her mind was a whirlwind of suspicion. Men like Dominick, built on pillars of pride and old grief, didn’t simply pivot their entire worldview between dusk and dawn.

"My wolf wants this," Dominick answered. "He and Eva have already formed a connection that I can no longer fight."

Jeniva’s lips parted, but the protest died in her throat. He was right. Inside her, Eva was practically radiant, her spirit howling with a frantic, joyous energy. The silence between the two wolves had finally shattered because Black had just whispered the one thing Eva had been starving to hear: he wanted her.

"Ask your wolf," Dominick challenged, his eyes never leaving hers.

"You’re right. How can they..." She trailed off, her focus shifting inward as she began scolding Eva with frantic intensity. ’You were supposed to hold the line! Why did you give in so easily?’

’Because I feel the tether between us finally pulling back,’ Eva countered. ’Before, no one even looked at us, but Black didn’t care. He said he loved me for who I am, Jeniva.’

’What? How could you both already be in love?’ Jeniva thought, mentally rolling her eyes at her wolf’s sudden sentimentality. ’It’s been one night!’

"Even if we attempted the rejection ceremony a second time, it wouldn’t take," Dominick’s voice broke through her internal argument, grounding her back in the reality of their situation. "The bond has already deepened beyond that point. We’re past the stage of simple refusal."

Jeniva took a deep breath, finally sitting up straight and smoothing her hair in a futile attempt to reclaim some of her composure. Dominick followed suit as he watched her every move with an unsettling intensity.

"Last night was a chaotic mess for me," Dominick admitted. "However, your pheromones worked wonders. Thank you for letting me stay close to you." He leaned forward slightly, closing the distance between them once more. "What I said to you wasn’t a lie. I truly want to know who you are. I want to give this bond a chance to breathe."

Jeniva simply stared at him, her mind still reeling from the shift in his demeanor. She looked away, her eyes landing on the scattered pillows. "I’ll order the suppressants for you," she asserted, her voice clipped as she tried to steer the conversation back to safe territory.

"Don’t do that," Dominick countered firmly. "At this stage, the suppressants will only cause the rut to intensify. It’s too late for medicine." He offered her a faint, knowing smile that reached his eyes.

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