Chapter 354
“Mom, Dad… I couldn’t get leave,” Flora confessed once dinner was over, her fingers tightening around on her lap. “So I may not be able to go to the palace with you both in the morning p>
“What?” David’s voice carried his surprise and disappointment. “Why on earth didn’t they approve it? The main wedding festivities begin tomorrow, and the Queen herself asked us to join her. I’ll speak to Prince Gabriel, he can put in a word for you p>
“Dad, please, you don’t have to do that,” Flora said quickly, shaking her head. “I’ll manage. I’ll take a flight later in the evening instead p>
Samyra leaned forward, worry etched across her face. “But what if they still don’t approve it tomorrow p>
“They will,” Flora assured, though her tone betrayed her uncertainty. “I’m leading an important meeting tomorrow morning, so it makes sense if I join a little later. I’ll explain everything to Amelie over the phone, she’ll understand p>
David sighed, folding his arms. His protective gaze lingered on her. “Flora, I won’t stop you if that’s what you’ve decided. But if this company is treating you unfairly, or if the pressure is too much, you need to tell us. You don’t have to stay in a toxic place just to prove yourself p>
“I understand, Dad,” Flora said softly. Pushing her chair back, she rose from the table. “I’ll head to my room now. Goodnight, Mom. Goodnight, Dad p>
They watched her retreating figure until the sound of her door closing echoed faintly through the house. Samyra exhaled, worry creasing her brow. She turned to her husband.
“I’m going to speak to Amelie about this,” she said firmly. “Something doesn’t sit right with me about Flora’s company p>
David lowered his voice. “But if we involve Amelie, it might add to her stress. She already has so much on her shoulders. I could approach Prince Gabriel instead p>
Samyra’s gaze held steady. “And do you think he’ll help if we don’t tell Amelie first? She’s the one closest to Flora. If she knows what’s happening, there’s a stronger chance Prince Gabriel will intervene p>
David hesitated, caught between protecting Amelie from unnecessary worry and ensuring their younger daughter was safe.
Amelie and Gabriel returned from the dining room, their hearts still warmed from the heartfelt dinner with the others.
“I gave the bracelet to Katelyn,” Amelie said softly, her fingers brushing over the delicate chain on her wrist. “Mother and I… we told her everything p>
“She deserved to know the truth,” Gabriel replied, stepping closer.
Taking her hand gently, Gabriel led them to the washroom.
“Here,” he said, handing her a toothbrush, already coated with paste, before picking up his own. They brushed side by side, the mundane act somehow intimate in its simplicity.
As they rinsed, Amelie held a towel in her hand and lightly dabbed it over his lips. “Can we… do it tonight?” she asked, her voice low and tentative.
“Do what? Be clear.” Gabriel smirked with a teasing glint in his eyes.
“Sex, of course,” she murmured.
“If you’re comfortable, then yes,” he said, taking the towel from her hand and placing it gently on the counter.
He removed his shirt, letting his hands find her waist naturally. Their noses brushed together, the closeness igniting a familiar heat between them.
“It’s been a while,” he murmured against her lips.
“Yeah,” she breathed, her eyes fluttering shut.
A soft smile curved his lips before they met hers in a lingering kiss. Amelie slid a finger between their lips, teasing him with a playful spark in her gaze. “You won’t stop if we start p>
Gabriel’s grip tightened slightly, the rumble of his wolf thrumming beneath his chest. “I promise I won’t, Ame… even if you beg,” he whispered, kissing the tip of her finger before letting the passion between them deepen.
Then, Gabriel lifted her effortlessly into his arms and carried her to the bedroom. Gently, he set her on the bed, his hands tracing the straps of her dress and slowly sliding them down her shoulders.
“Why don’t you lie down?” Amelie murmured, her eyes dark with anticipation.
“What do you wish to do?” Gabriel asked with intrigue.
“Ride you,” she whispered, letting her fingers wander across his chest in teasing patterns. Pregnancy had awakened a heightened desire within her, and her wolf, long restrained, stirred urgently, craving to unite fully with Gabriel’s.
Gabriel’s lips brushed her chin, sending a shiver through her. “Later,” he murmured, his hands holding her gently but firmly. “First… let me worship you p>
A deep rumble rolled from his chest, his wolf echoing the hunger in his eyes as he leaned closer.
Their lips met in perfect sync, tongues dancing together in a slow, consuming rhythm. Gabriel leaned back on the bed, pulling Amelie gently against him. She straddled his lap, her hands threading around his neck as their bodies pressed close, the heat between them building with every second.
Gabriel’s hand cupped her breasts, now fuller than before, eliciting a soft moan that trembled against his lips. She pulled back briefly, gasping for air, only for him to bury his face in the crook of her neck, pressing deep, claiming kisses and nips as if marking his territory.
Her dress slipped lower, revealing the full sweep of her curves, pressing tightly against his chest. His every touch, every teasing bite sent shivers of pleasure through her, and her soft cries only seemed to drive him further. His mouth and hands moved in tandem, a delicious, torturous rhythm that left them both trembling with need.
She felt his manhood pressing against her core. Her hand flew to the back of his head, yanking it off her chest and saw how his lips glistening.
“Fuck, Amelie! What are you doing? I like when you dominate me,” Gabriel said with a smirk as if he won something. “I must say this is the first time I have seen this side of yours,” he muttered, feeling proud of her wolf, who was ready to take the charge.