Flora stood by the window of the room and looked at the dark night sky. She touched her neck and caressed the mark that Alex gave to her.
’How am I going to live? The promises he gave me were nothing but a mirage in the desert. He wanted to put the entire blame on me and present me as the culprit to everyone. I seriously thought he loved me.’
Samyra’s hand rested on Flora’s shoulder and she turned her head while lowering her hand to her side. "Mom, what if the truth hasn’t come to light? Would I have been dead?"
"We wouldn’t have let it happened," Samyra said.
"If Zander had not helped you run away, the princes hadn’t saved Dad, then everything would have ended. Amelie wouldn’t have believed me either," Flora murmured as fear gripped her heart.
"How could she even believe you? It still hurts me that you eyed a man she was dating. My entire family has been ripped apart. My husband was going to lose his life last night. And Amelie... We did dirty with her. Even if I beg forgiveness from her everyday, it will be less," Samyra said, once again tears blurring her vision.
"Mom, I didn’t know Alex was like that. He didn’t want Amelie in his life. He didn’t tell me Amelie was pregnant with his child," Flora muttered. "I did nothing. Please convince Prince Gabriel not to punish me," she urged while grabbing her mother’s hands.
"Why didn’t you tell us Amelie was on run that night? You are still hiding your faults, Flora." Samyra pulled back her hands. "Embrace whatever punishment awaits you."
Flora clenched her fists hard. She didn’t wish to argue with her mother, so she simply leaned against the window, thinking of a way to appease Amelie.
’But I can’t find a way to even get a chance to talk to her. Prince Gabriel has warned me and I don’t wish to trigger him. I don’t want to be locked in the prison again,’ Flora thought. ’Turns out I have to beg Amelie if she comes to see Mom. That’s the only way I can survive.’
She gazed at her mother, who was preparing to go to the hospital.
"I will also come with you to see Dad," Flora said.
"Just take rest. You can meet him in the morning," Samyra advised and closed the cupboard. Turning to Flora, she continued, "Don’t step out of here. Though the guards are outside, refrain from creating any troubles."
Flora nodded at her mother, feeling upset seeing the disappointment in her gaze.
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Gabriel got back into the car after finalizing everything at the venue, where his wedding would take place. He drove back to the mansion, however, on his way he picked up a fruit pastries for Amelie.
Arriving home, he handed the pastry box to a maid and went upstairs to his room. He put the phone on the nightstand and undressed slowly.
Heading to the washroom, he took a cold shower, feeling refreshed but heat in his body wasn’t subsiding.
’Am I going in rut?’ Gabriel thought. His eyes changed color into a deeper shade of violet when Amelie’s pheromones reached his nostrils. He realized she had come to his room.
"Fuck! It wasn’t supposed to be now," Gabriel muttered and closed the shower tap. He donned a towel around his torso and took another to wiped his face and body.
’You want to take a pill?’ Valko asked in his head.
’Yes. Though I can control my rut well, but I don’t want to take any chance,’ Gabriel replied while looking at the mirror. He dried his hair with the towel and finally walked out.
As he stepped into the bedroom, Amelie instantly turned her head. Her lips had cream spread over them as she was enjoying the pastry he had bought on his way.
"The maid told me you picked these up for me," she said, holding up the half-eaten pastry. "Thank you," she added with a soft smile.
However, Gabriel’s gaze lingered on her lips.
That smile, that scent made his wolf growled low within him.
Gabriel wondered if taking the pill would be enough. They both had feelings for each other and it wouldn’t be wrong...
He approached her in a blink of an eye while Amelie got confused seeing the strange look on his face. She gulped seeing him from so close. They had got intimated a few times, but stopped before things could escalate.
Amelie’s eyes lowered to the v-lines and she swallowed the lump formed in her throat. Gabriel nudged her legs apart with his knee while leaning down.
Amelie looked at him with anticipation, her grip on the tiny plate tightened. Gabriel took it from her and put it aside before capturing her lips. He savored the cream from her lips, nibbling them with hunger. His body burned with the need to be touched by her.
Amelie felt his rock hard manhood pressing against her thigh, making her heart thundered. Her cold hands pressed on his chest and she realized how warm it was. Her eyes remained open, wondering what happened to him suddenly.
However, not able to stop herself under the charm of his pheromones, Amelie’s eyes fluttered shut.
Gabriel’s hand reached to her leg, drawing her close such that their bodies pressed together. He groaned against her mouth, his lips leaving hers and nipping her chin lightly.
"Ahhh!" Amelie winced in pain when his teeth grazed her chin. A moan followed it as his hand moved under her long skirt into her inner thigh.
"Gabriel, what’s gotten into you suddenly?" Amelie asked, narrowing her eyes as Gabriel rested his face against her shoulder as if inhaling her scent to calm down himself.
"I think my rut is near," Gabriel replied. He clenched his other hand, not wanting to proceed further because once he would do, then at least for two days, he wouldn’t be able to stop.