Rejected and Pregnant: Claimed By The Dark Alpha Prince-Chapter 130: I’m ready, Gabriel

Gabriel lifted Amelie’s veil, revealing the radiant face he’d longed to see. His eyes softened as he caught the shimmer of tears clinging to her lashes. Gently, he brushed them away with his thumb before cradling her face in his hands.

"Why are you crying?" he whispered tenderly. "This is a moment of happiness."

"I’m not crying," Amelie murmured in a trembling voice.

As Gabriel leaned in, her eyes fluttered closed, and their lips met shortly. Still clutching her bouquet, her hands instinctively slid around the back of his neck, pulling him closer into the kiss.

Cheers and applause erupted throughout the hall, echoing with joy. Mabel clapped politely, a strained smile gracing her lips. She was the only one, who wasn’t happy with their reunion.

Their kiss slowed before they finally pulled apart. A hue of red bloomed across Amelie’s cheeks as Gabriel stole another soft kiss, and the couple embraced, locking the moment into memory.

With the official ceremony drawing to a close, Amelie and Gabriel turned to seek blessings from their elders. When Mabel stepped forward to embrace Amelie, she placed a gentle yet formal pat on her back. fɾeeweɓnѳveɭ.com

"Welcome to our family," Mabel said with a composed smile. "I trust you’ll uphold the legacy of the Sinclair name."

Amelie nodded, offering a warm smile in return. Though her heart wanted to tell the Queen why she chose Gabriel despite the warning she gave, she held them back. This wasn’t the right moment for it.

"Your Majesties," David began respectfully, "we didn’t offer anything to Amelie before the marriage was fixed. But now that the ceremony is over and we return to our pack, we’ll certainly send—"

"There’s no need for that, David," Raidan interrupted gently in his usual warm tone. "If you feel your daughter needs something, of course, you’re free to give her whatever you wish. But as for us, we have everything we need. Your daughter has become a part of our family now, and that alone is more than enough."

David bowed in response, touched by the humility and grace in the Alpha King’s words.

"It’s already getting late," Gabriel said suddenly, his fingers curling around Amelie’s hand, eager to steal a moment away from the crowd. "We should head out."

"The car is ready for both of you," Raidan confirmed with a nod. "Your mother and I will stay here at the hotel tonight. We’ll leave for the capital tomorrow."

Gabriel barely acknowledged the words. With a courteous bow to his parents and in-laws, he led Amelie toward the car.

As they reached the car and settled into the backseat, Amelie turned to glance at her family one last time. Her gaze lingered on her parents, her mother’s soft smile and her father’s proud eyes.

She waved at them gently as the car began to move.

Her eyes followed the slowly fading silhouettes of her family until they disappeared beyond the gates of the grand hotel.

Then, she shifted back into her seat, allowing herself to relax.

"Gabriel," Amelie tilted her head to speak to him but his sudden gesture caught her off guard.

He had pressed a soft kiss to her lips.

Her cheeks flushed a deep crimson as she instinctively leaned away slightly. "W-What was that?" she asked in a hushed tone, her wide, rosy lips parting in disbelief as her eyes flicked nervously toward the driver.

Gabriel simply smiled, settling back against the headrest. "It’s real," he said softly. "Since yesterday, I’ve been restless, like something inside me was missing. Now that you’re here with me... I finally feel complete. I’m no longer a wolf without his mate."

Amelie’s heart skipped a beat at his sincere words.

"Yes, it’s real," she murmured and lowered her eyes.

Then, Gabriel’s head rested on her shoulder, and she stiffened. Her fingers clutched the fabric of her gown and she tilted her head slowly only to find his violet eyes were on him.

"I took suppressents last night," Gabriel whispered. "It was unbearable after a certain time," he added.

"How do you feel now?" Amelie questioned.

Gabriel’s nose brushed against her skin as he inhaled her scent.

"Relieved," he admitted.

"The driver is also in the car. Why don’t you sit straight then?" Amelie suggested, feeling a strange sensation in the pit of her stomach with such a closeness.

"He won’t dare to look at us. Besides we are talking in a low voice," Gabriel whispered near her ear. Amelie fiddled with her fingers this time, trying to calm her racing heart. She looked outside, wanting to reach the mansion soon.

Gabriel noticed her reaction and smiled. He slowly intertwined his fingers with hers, but he didn’t utter any other word.

The car finally rolled to a stop before the grand mansion, bathed in a warm glow from the vibrant lights that adorned its facade.

Gabriel stepped out first, adjusting his suit before circling to Amelie’s side. With a gentle smile, he opened the door and extended his hand.

Amelie placed her hand in his, the silk of her glove brushing his fingers. As she stepped out, the delicate train of her gown swept the ground, only for her breath to hitch the next moment when Gabriel suddenly scooped her into his arms.

"Gabriel!" she gasped, eyes widening as her arms instinctively wrapped around his neck.

He looked down at her. "Let’s walk into our abode."

He carried her across the threshold. Inside, Albus and the house staff were already lined up in perfect formation, bowing deeply as the couple entered.

Gabriel paused in the center of the living room. His gaze swept the space before he addressed them. "I don’t want any disturbances tonight."

"Yes, My Lord," Albus replied with a respectful nod.

Gabriel then ascended the adorned staircase and went straight to their room.

He finally put down Amelie, who turned to look around the room. Her eyes stopped at the bed, which had the roses placed on the center in the heart shape.

And then, the door shut with a thud, making her realize that the moment of their union was near.

Gabriel removed the overcoat as he walked ahead of her while fumbling his fingers through the white bow tie with gold pin attached to it.

"Want me to help you remove the gown? Your wardrobe is shifted to this room last evening," he stated, turning to her. He had unbuttoned the top two button of his shirt while holding the bow tie and pin in his hand.

"Sure," Amelie replied and turned around promptly. She moved her long hair to the front and felt him moving closer.

"You’re nervous, aren’t you?" Gabriel murmured softly in her ear, which caused Amelie to shudder.

"Hmm." Amelie nodded. She felt his fingers holding the zipper of the gown. When the tips of her fingers touched her nape, she exhaled deeply, at the same time, her eyes flickered.

"I thought you were comfortable around me," Gabriel whispered as he slowly pulled down the zipper of her gown. His fingertips grazed the length of her back, leaving a trail of fire in their wake.

Amelie’s skin tingled beneath his touch, heat blooming across her body.

"I still am," she whispered back.

Gabriel dipped his head, pressing a soft, lingering kiss just below her nape. The tenderness of the gesture sent a new wave of warmth coursing through her.

"I’ve waited long enough," he murmured against her skin, "but if you still want time—"

"No." Amelie abruptly turned to face him, her eyes shining. She cupped his face with both hands, steadying her breath. Rising on her toes, she gently pressed her lips to his in a kiss.

Pulling back just enough to look into his eyes, she smiled softly.

"I don’t want you to wait anymore. We’re husband and wife now... and we’re mates. I’m ready, Gabriel. I truly am. But give me a moment before I change. Just give me five minutes," she said softly.

Gabriel smiled. "Take your time," he replied with a gentle nod.

Clutching the gown close to her chest, Amelie turned and rushed toward the washroom. She slipped inside and quietly closed the door behind her. As her eyes scanned it, they quickly landed on a nightdress neatly placed on the counter.

She gently lifted the delicate nightdress, bringing it close to her body. The fabric was almost translucent, with intricate lace details adorning the neckline. Her face flushed a deep shade of red as her eyes trailed over it, and she instinctively bit her bottom lip.

"Did Gabriel choose this?" Amelie whispered to herself. There was a shy smile tugging at her lips as she carefully placed the dress back on the counter.

Walking over to the sink, she turned on the tap and cupped her hands under the cool stream of water. Splashing her face gently with water, she hoped it would calm her fluttering nerves.

Then, she reached behind to unfasten her gown and slipped out of it.