Rejected and Pregnant Claimed By The Dark Alpha Prince novel Chapter 403

Chapter 403: Decided to help Aisha

Gabriel set his pen down and leaned back in his chair, one hand pressing against the back of his neck. The evening sunlight filtered through the tall windows, casting long shadows that stretched across the wall.

Then, a soft knock broke the quiet.

"Come in," Gabriel called.

The door opened, and a figure stepped inside. Gabriel instinctively straightened his posture.

"I see you’ve taken over some of Nick’s workload," Casaio remarked as he pulled out a chair and settled into it with ease.

Gabriel sighed. "Nick has a mountain of pending work. Can’t he hire more assistants to deal with it?"

Casaio gave a small, knowing smile. "That’s not Nick’s way. He believes in handling most matters personally, no matter how heavy the load."

"And that’s why he delays most matters," Gabriel muttered under his breath. He shifted his gaze toward Casaio. "Anyway, why are you here? Should I be joining you tonight? You’re still patrolling the area without a single official arrest of anyone from the Beta Hunters organization."

"I came to discuss something else," Casaio replied. "Do you remember the message you received from Aurevalis? The one from that unknown sender?"

Gabriel’s brows furrowed. "Yes. What about it?"

"Aurevalis is said to be the birthplace of werewolves," Casaio explained, leaning back slightly. "I once had a friend who lived in a kingdom near its borders. I reached out to him."

Gabriel leaned forward. "And what did he say?"

"Not much," Casaio admitted. "But he mentioned whispers that Aurevalis has become a ground for dark practices. Dangerous ones. Which is why I think you should ignore the parcel you received."

Gabriel fell silent, lost in thought. After a long pause, he nodded. "You’re right. Noah and Amelie need me more. I’ve no interest in dragging trouble in their lives."

"Yes," Casaio agreed, pushing himself halfway up from the chair. "That’s wise. I’ll take my leave, then—"

"Wait." Gabriel’s voice stopped him. "When is your coronation ceremony?"

Casaio’s shoulders tensed. He hesitated before answering, "I don’t know. And truthfully... I never wanted to become the next Alpha King like this."

"Don’t say that," Gabriel said, his voice steady but kind. "Father is old now, that’s why he wants you to take over. Think of it not as a burden, but as a chance to build a safer future for us all." A faint smile touched his lips.

"You really think I can be a good King?" Casaio mused. "I still remember when Zilia was arrested. You asked me then, how could I protect this kingdom when I hadn’t even realized what she truly was?"

Gabriel inclined his head. "I did. That was only a few months ago, and I’ll admit... My relationship with you wasn’t exactly warm then. But the deal you struck with the Blood Dominion proved your strength. It showed me your ability to lead through diplomacy, not just force."

A faint smile tugged at Casaio’s lips. "Thank you... For trusting me then."

Gabriel leaned forward slightly. "There is one person, though, you should be careful of."

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