Rejected and Pregnant: Claimed By The Dark Alpha Prince-Chapter 39: You belong to me

Gabriel stuck out his tongue, tracing it over Amelie’s lips, whose fingers curled in anticipation. Every time he would kiss her, she would feel something very strange in the deeper part of her heart. A feeling that was hard to ignore.

"Don’t want to kiss?" He asked as he stopped for a brief moment. She wasn’t moving her lips but only staring at him in disbelief.

"You startled me," she whispered.

Gabriel kissed the lower part of her chin, then the center of her exposed throat, making her bit her bottom lip. Before she knew, his lips had found a sensitive spot on the region where her neck met her shoulder. However, he had no intention to simply put a kiss there. Instead, he wanted to mark his territory, the place where his mark would show to everyone soon.

Gabriel grazed his teeth over that spot.

"What are you doing? Ahhh!" The moment she finished her question, she cried out loudly as his teeth nipped her skin, turning the spot completely red. frёeωebɳovel.com

"Mmmph." A soft moan escaped her mouth. The pain was replaced with a gentle, sloppy kiss. Her eyes were shut and she was eager for his lips to fall on hers.

But Gabriel wasn’t done yet. He continued his sweet assault on her neck. "I want to hear more of those sounds from you," he murmured against her skin, his voice rough with desire. His kisses traveled up to her jawline before his mouth finally claimed hers.

Her entire weight melted into him, his arm wrapped around her lower back sliding with an ease that left her trembling. Her lips parted too, kissing him with the same rhthym, a slower one as he intended to keep this pace.

A knock at the door broke the heated kiss between them. Startled, Amelie quickly pulled away, sliding to the edge of the bed as she tried to steady her breathing. Her cheeks were flushed, her lips still tingling from the effect of the kiss.

Gabriel let out a low chuckle at her reaction, taking a few deep breaths himself before raising his voice.

"Don’t come inside," he called out, as if already aware someone was about to barge in. "Speak from the hallway."

There was a pause for a second. "Ewan wishes to see you," Karmen announced.

"I’ll see him in the morning," Gabriel replied.

With that, Karmen walked away.

Gabriel turned his attention back to the bed, his gaze softening as he approached. He sat beside her, resting a comforting hand on her shoulder. Amelie, still slightly breathless, finally turned to meet his eyes.

He tilted his head and gently brushed his fingers over the love bite he had given her earlier. "You look beautiful with this mark," Gabriel murmured, his voice deep and possessive. "Right here, this is where I intend to mark you properly someday. A place that tells the world you belong to me. That way, no one will dare to look at you with ill intentions."

Amelie instinctively touched the spot on her neck, causing the heat to rise on her cheeks once more. "You make it sound like men are going crazy over me."

"Men are beasts, Amelie. Haven’t you realized that?" Gabriel said with a smirk. "And you... you have a face that can tempt even the most restrained."

She chuckled softly, lowering her gaze. "That’s a strange way to tell someone they’re pretty."

"You’re not just pretty," Gabriel said, his tone earnest now. "You’re beautiful. And when you smile, it’s like watching your beauty multiply."

Her smile began to fade at his words, her expression turning serious. "Thank you... for making me feel important," she whispered. "Sometimes, it still feels unreal... that I’m with you, Prince Gabriel."

"Because I have a reputation?" he asked, eyes narrowing just slightly. "Because I’m known for my darkness? For not being serious with anyone?"

"No," she shook her head. "Because Prince Gabriel chose a rejected, pregnant omega. That’s what amazes me. I came to you with a strange request, something anyone else would’ve mocked, but you didn’t. You helped me and didn’t force me after that. You never judged me."

"You must not have met many good people then," he said softly, brushing a loose strand of hair behind her ear. "I’m not a good man either... but to you, I’ll try to be."

Amelie smiled faintly, but her thoughts drifted back to earlier. "Ewan... you should help him. Whatever he’s done, his mate didn’t deserve to suffer."

Gabriel’s jaw tensed slightly. "Let him taste the consequences of his actions first. I know what I’m doing, Amelie."

She didn’t press further. "Alright," she whispered, standing up. "I’ll go now—"

But before she could take a step, Gabriel slipped his arms around her waist from the side and rested his head on her shoulder, pulling her gently back to him. Tilting his head to look up into her eyes, he murmured, "I told you... stay with me. I don’t want you to leave."

Her breath caught in her throat. The sincerity in his eyes, the warmth of his embrace, it was nearly impossible to resist.

"Okay," Amelie agreed softly, unable to hide the smile tugging at her lips.

"You know how to dance, don’t you?" Gabriel asked, his tone turning playful as he finally lifted his head from her shoulder.

"I do... but I’m not that skilled at it," she confessed, brushing her hair back. "I almost forgot... Do we really have to dance at the gala?"

"Of course!" Gabriel exclaimed, a smug grin forming on his face. "We’ll dance together and steal the entire limelight. Let everyone see who you belong to."

Amelie simply hummed and smiled at him.

"If you wish to go somewhere or do anything, you can tell me. I’ll fulfill them for you," Gabriel told her.

"I don’t have anything in the mind. I liked the sacred garden you took me to. The sight is remarkable there after moonlight falls in that region," Amelie admitted.

"Then, we can go there frequently for walks," Gabriel suggested. He couldn’t resist the moment she smiled and again pressed his mouth on hers.