Rejected and Pregnant: Claimed By The Dark Alpha Prince-Chapter 139: I followed my heart

Amelie pressed the key card against the suite door, and it clicked open with a soft sound. She turned to Gabriel with a warm, affectionate gaze before stepping inside.

Soft lighting bathed the spacious suite, revealing the romantic touches scattered throughout the room. The fresh red roses enhance the ambiance.

Her eyes wandered to the tall floor-to-ceiling windows, their glass panes concealed by thick, velvety curtains.

"Freshen up. I’ll call room service for dinner," Gabriel said, already making his way to the landline phone.

Amelie gave a nod and disappeared into the washroom. Gabriel placed the order for a full-course dinner, then hung up the receiver. He casually unbuttoned the cuffs of his shirt sleeves, rolling them up to his forearms.

Just as he was about to settle onto the couch, the doorbell chimed. He walked over and opened the door to find a hotel server bowing slightly, pushing in a silver trolley loaded with covered dishes. After arranging the dishes on the dining table, the server offered another polite bow and exited.

By the time Gabriel turned around, Amelie had returned, gently dabbing her face with a towel. Her hair was damp, and her cheeks glowed softly.

"Wow! That was fast! Everything smells amazing," she said, cheerfully tossing the towel onto the couch before taking a seat at the table. "Let’s dig in!"

"I need to make a quick call. Go ahead and start without me," Gabriel replied, offering a brief smile before stepping out onto the balcony.

He pulled out his phone and noticed several unread messages from Casaio. His brows slightly furrowed as he tapped on the call icon and brought the phone to his ear.

"I was wondering when you’d call," Casaio answered almost immediately.

"I was on the flight. My phone was off," Gabriel responded.

"Yeah, I figured. Listen, we caught the guy, but he’s not talking," Casaio said. "He’s tough. Turns out he’s an Alpha, which explains his high pain threshold. He’s resisting the interrogation, so it’s going to take some time to get a name or any useful information out of him."

Gabriel was silent for a moment, processing the update. Then he nodded, even though his brother couldn’t see it.

"Alright. Thanks for letting me know. Keep me posted," he said.

"Will do. And Gabriel, stay alert. We don’t know what we’re dealing with yet," Casaio warned before ending the call.

Gabriel lowered the phone, his gaze drifting out to the city lights. He went back into the room and saw Amelie hadn’t touched the food.

"It’s good you wrapped up the call early, or the food might’ve gone cold," Amelie said with a smile, ladling the hearty meat and vegetable soup into two bowls.

Gabriel took a seat across from her and reached for the wine bottle. As he uncorked it and began pouring himself a glass, Amelie’s eyes followed him.

"I want some too," she said casually.

Gabriel paused mid-pour and looked at her. "No. You’re not drinking."

"Why not? You smoke too, but I never tell you to stop," she muttered, clearly displeased.

Gabriel lifted his gaze from the wine with a serious expression. "That was the last time I smoked. Since I found out you’re pregnant, I’ve been more careful with everything," he said.

"But red wine isn’t harmful in small quantities," Amelie reasoned. "Just a little. A sip."

Gabriel sighed but relented. "Fine." He poured a modest amount into her glass.

"To us," Amelie said, raising her glass with a soft smile.

Gabriel clinked his glass gently against hers, his eyes never leaving her face. They took a sip, savoring the warmth of the wine before setting the glasses down.

Amelie began tasting the soup while Gabriel carefully sliced the steaks, placing a portion onto each of their plates.

"I’ve been meaning to ask you something since our wedding day," Gabriel said, his tone shifting.

Amelie looked up, curious. "What is it?"

He placed the plate before her and sat down again, meeting her gaze. "What did my mother say to you before the ceremony? You delayed coming into the hall, and I’ve wondered about it ever since. Please, tell me honestly."

Amelie hesitated, her fingers absentmindedly fidgeting with each other.

"I chose you, Gabriel," she said gently. "I can’t tell you exactly what she said. Not because I want to keep it from you, but because it doesn’t matter. What matters is that I followed my heart. And it told me to stand by your side and complete our bond."

Gabriel’s heart pounded against his ribs, and he couldn’t feel happier.

"I don’t want to speak ill of my mother-in-law behind her back," Amelie added, her eyes dropping to her plate. "Whatever she says to me, I can take it. I understand her fears, as a mother."

She picked up her fork and began eating without looking back at him.

Gabriel remained still, sipping more wine as his gaze lingered on her. His heart fluttered with admiration for her strength, her grace, and the love she gave so easily.

"I don’t understand her fears. For her, I am a person who is destined to destroy things. But I am glad you chose to be truthful," Gabriel said, bringing a steak to his mouth.

"Show me your wolf someday," Amelie suddenly requested.

"What about tonight after dinner?" Gabriel suggested. "If you are tired, we can delay it for tomorrow," he added.

"No. I would like to see you tonight. I must see how you look in your wolf form," Amelie said, her gaze reflecting a feeling that only existed between mates.

"Sure. But I’ll take you for a ride if I show myself," Gabriel opined.

"I would love to," Amelie replied, smiling. Then, a moment later, her smile faltered. "I hoped I had a wolf, too. It would be fun then," she muttered.

"Who knows my love awakens your wolf someday," Gabriel remarked.

Amelie smiled. "I still cannot believe that I’ve found happiness in such a short time. I mean... I found you, who loves me. That feels like a dream." Her eyes turned moist as she turned a bit emotional.