Rejected and Pregnant: Claimed By The Dark Alpha Prince-Chapter 135: Coaxed a soft moan

Amelie rested her head on Gabriel’s shoulder, his fingers gently entwined with hers.

"You never told me this pendant was a gift from your mother," she said softly, brushing her fingertips over the stone.

A flicker of annoyance flashed in Gabriel’s eyes, but he quickly masked it. "Did my brothers mention it?" he asked. "There’s a reason I never brought it up."

He paused for a moment before continuing, "Why didn’t you call me the night you were attacked?" It wasn’t what he’d intended to talk about right now, but somehow, the conversation had taken them here.

Amelie lifted her head from his shoulder to look at him. "I didn’t want to disturb you. Besides, Prince Casaio and Dominick stopped anything serious from happening," she explained. freewёbn૦νeɭ.com

Gabriel exhaled slowly. "I think it was my mother."

Amelie’s brows furrowed. "What do you mean?"

"You were late to walk down the aisle. She must have tried to convince you to run," he said, a hint of bitterness lacing his voice. "If there’s anyone unhappy with my choice, it’s her."

Amelie stared at him in silence for a moment. "It could be someone else, Gabriel. You can’t accuse your mother without proof."

"I have proof," he said flatly.

Her eyes widened. "What proof?"

Gabriel’s gaze sharpened. "What did she say to you right before the wedding?"

Amelie hesitated. "She... she only told me to be a good wife to you," she lied, avoiding his eyes.

Gabriel studied her quietly. "Don’t lie to me. There’s no point in doing so."

He reached for her hand gently. "Still... thank you for coming to the altar. Thank you for letting me hold your hand. You might not be perfect in their eyes, but to me, you’re more than perfect."

He leaned his head back on her shoulder, breathing in her soft, floral scent.

Amelie’s heart fluttered in her chest. "Your mother gave you this pendant to protect you... yet you suspect her? Doesn’t that mean she cares?"

Gabriel lifted his head, their eyes locking. "Why are we even talking about her right now?" he murmured before trailing soft kisses along her jawline. "You haven’t marked me yet."

"I forgot," Amelie replied, her lips pressed together in a smile.

"You can do it now," he said, casually pulling off his sweatshirt.

She blinked and chuckled. "No, not like this."

Gabriel tilted his head, teasing, "So you want me to set the mood? A little romance first?"

"That’s not what I meant," Amelie said with a laugh. She lifted her hand and gently traced the sculpted lines of his chest with her fingertips.

Gabriel groaned, his wolf growling softly in approval. He remained still at his place, letting her admire him.

"Turn around," Amelie said suddenly. "I want to see your back."

"My back?" he asked, amused. "Alright."

He turned, muscles shifting under his skin as she touched him again, her cold fingers brushing over the dark ink of the tattoo.

"I wonder if your wolf looks like this one," she mused. "You know, when I first saw it, I thought—’Is this man a gangster?’" she laughed at the memory.

Gabriel turned his head over his shoulder, smirking. "Do I look like a gangster to you?"

Before she could respond, Amelie suddenly found herself lying on the mattress, Gabriel hovering above her with a mischievous glint in his eyes.

"Gangsters usually have big tattoos, don’t they?" she reasoned, trying to sound composed. But the moment his hand slid under her knee-length dress, her breath caught in her throat.

"The marks from last night... hasn’t disappeared yet," she whispered, pressing her palms against his chest to stop him, half-heartedly though.

"They’ll fade soon," Gabriel murmured, his voice low and full of desire. "New ones should replace them," he muttered.

"I had to wear a collared dress today, and—mmmh..." Her words melted into a gasp as his mouth claimed hers in a fervent kiss. His fingers trailed along her inner thigh, lighting her body aflame with heat and anticipation.

A soft knock came from the door.

"My Lord, the luggage has been placed in the car," Albus called out politely from the other side.

Amelie stiffened slightly beneath him, her eyes pleading for Gabriel to respond. But he didn’t even glance toward the door. His lips stayed on hers, she was his entire focus. Every brush of his fingers and every kiss left her weaker.

Albus knocked again, a little more firmly this time, perhaps wondering if the couple had fallen asleep.

"Gabriel," Amelie breathed, trying to keep her voice low, "answer him."

"You do it," he murmured against her throat, his warm lips leaving a trail before kissing the center of it.

"We—we’re coming in a while!" Amelie called out, trying not to respond shakily.

Gabriel smirked at the sound of her voice. He could feel her struggle to remain composed, and it excited him. His hand came to rest just above her left breast, and with a gentle, teasing caress, he coaxed a soft moan from her.

"Gabriel, we... we need to hurry downstairs," she reminded him, even as her eyes fluttered from his touch.

Her protest faded the moment he gave her breast a tender squeeze. "Mmmh," she whimpered softly.

Gabriel’s smirk deepened. "Just a minute more," he whispered, eyes locked onto hers, which were filled with heat and reverence.

"Just stop for now," Amelie said.

Gabriel didn’t press further and ended it with a soft kiss on the middle of her forehead. "In the honeymoon, there will be no soul to disturb us," he proclaimed.

Amelie gulped to hear that statement. Because that would mean, Gabriel would not let her leave the bed.

He made her sit and grabbed his sweatshirt. Getting down from the bed, he said, "You can wait for me downstairs." His thumb brushed her lips before he walked away.

Amelie’s fingers curled up and a small smile graced her lips. As she took her phone, the light on the screen glowed. She saw some of the messages, including her sister’s.

"Alex is dead!" Amelie read.