Rejected and Pregnant: Claimed By The Dark Alpha Prince-Chapter 120: Caught his attention

"Doctor, when can my husband be discharged?" Samyra asked, her voice filled with concern. "Tomorrow is my eldest daughter’s wedding."

The doctor offered a reassuring smile. "Although the healing process has begun, I recommend he stay one more night for observation. It’s safer that way. But yes, he’ll be well enough to attend his daughter’s wedding tomorrow."

"That’s good to hear," Samyra replied with a breath of relief. "Thank you for all your hard work and care."

The doctor nodded politely before excusing himself. Samyra walked back into the wardroom, where the nurse had just finished checking David’s vitals.

Inside, Flora stood near her father’s bed, staring at him in shock.

"Dad... did Alex do this to you?" she asked, her voice trembling. "Your head, your hands, you’re hurt everywhere!" Her eyes welled up with tears, fury and guilt swirling inside her. She wanted to tear Alex apart for what he had done to them.

"Yes, he did," David said.

"Do you finally see now, Flora? He never cared for you—or for Amelie. He hated both of you. And we were too blind to see it."

Flora looked down, clenching her fists. "I didn’t know he would turn on me like this. I was an Alpha she-wolf... admired by everyone. But now, after everything, I feel nothing but shame."

Her voice quivered then. "No one wants to understand what I went through."

David let out a slow sigh and looked at his daughter. "You need to let go of your pride, Flora," he said gently. "All three of us made terrible mistakes. And it nearly cost us everything."

He paused, reflecting on the past with a pained expression.

"I used to think Amelie brought nothing but misfortune to this family. But when the princes came to save me that night, I realized, she was the only one who truly cared. We’ve misjudged her so badly."

Lying back on the bed, he added with regret, "She was never a curse. She was our blessing."

Samyra nodded, her eyes turning moist. "I’ll never forget that night. If it weren’t for her, the princes wouldn’t have come. They saved your life—because of her."

David looked at her earnestly. "Is she doing alright?"

"Yes, she is," Samyra said softly, pouring a glass of water and handing it to him. "The doctor said you’ll need to rest here tonight, but by tomorrow morning, you’ll be discharged."

Flora stood silently next to the bed. She felt invisible, as if she no longer belonged there. Once, she had laughed at her sister... belittled her at every turn. And now, she was the one left behind, crushed under the consequences of betrayal she gave to Amelie.

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Amelie took another sip of the smoothie Denzel had brought her, savoring the cool, fruity flavor. "Mmm, this is really good," she murmured with a smile. "Thank you. But why are you here, Denzel? I already have so many guards around. It feels like I’ve suddenly turned into some VIP."

"Well, you are a VIP now," Denzel chuckled, pulling out his phone. He tapped Gabriel’s contact and put the call on speaker.

The line rang only once before Gabriel picked up.

"Yes, Denzel? Is everything alright over there?"

"Everything’s fine," Amelie answered before Denzel could. "I told you not to trouble yourself, or anyone else, but you never listen to me."

Her voice held a soft scold, but it was laced with affection.

"It was important, sweetheart," Gabriel replied, his voice warm as he glanced at the vibrant decorations being put up at the mansion. "I just wanted to be sure you’re okay."

At the sound of that affectionate word, sweetheart, Amelie’s cheeks flushed pink. She tucked a strand of hair behind her ear, unable to hide her smile.

Denzel, standing nearby, smiled too, seeing the bond between them.

"I’ll hang up now," Amelie said softly.

"Denzel, stay at the hotel tonight. I’ve already booked a room for you," Gabriel instructed before ending the call.

Denzel slid the phone back into his pocket and looked at Amelie. "Gabriel is deeply in love with you," he said with quiet sincerity.

Amelie’s lips curved into a gentle smile. "Yeah... Sometimes, it still feels surreal."

"I’ve been by his side for over five years," Denzel began. "And in all that time, I’ve never seen him this connected to anyone. Even when Skye tried getting close, he turned her away without hesitation. He wasn’t looking for just anyone, he was waiting for that one moment when everything would just click. And it happened... with you."

Amelie looked down at her hands, her voice soft with emotion. "I only wish I’d found him sooner. But maybe everything really does happen in its own time."

Denzel nodded. "Maybe it was meant to unfold exactly this way."

"Yes. What about you, Denzel? Your family lives here, right?" Amelie asked.

Denzel nodded. "They do."

He leaned back slightly on the chair. "Prince Gabriel found me almost six years ago, not long after I graduated from college. I had managed to capture a rogue wolf on my own, and that caught his attention. Since then, I’ve been serving as his gamma. It’s not just a job, it’s something I genuinely enjoy."

A subtle pride entered his voice as he continued, "Prince Gabriel has a unique way of handling things. Some might find his methods intense or even a little ruthless. But I’ve seen firsthand, he leads like a warrior. He gets things done, and he always puts his people first."

Amelie nodded thoughtfully. "I’ve seen that side of him, too."

Denzel smiled, grateful for her understanding. "My father passed away last year, so now it’s just my mom and my younger sister. When I told them Prince Gabriel was marrying you, they were happy. They’re actually really eager to meet you."

Amelie’s face lit up. "I’d absolutely love to meet them. It would be an honor for me." She sipped more of it, enjoying it while feeling blessed that Denzel has become her friend.