Rejected and Pregnant Claimed By The Dark Alpha Prince novel Chapter 409

Chapter 409: She doesn’t want me

"Secretary Katelyn has gone outside for some work," the man said curtly before walking away, not waiting to hear more from Flora.

"Where should I—" she started, but he was already gone.

Left standing in the hallway, Flora decided to place the file on Katelyn’s desk, hoping she would find it later. She pushed open the office door and moved toward the cabinet.

"Who are you?" a deep voice cut through the silence.

Flora spun around, startled, her gaze dropping immediately to the floor. "I... I came with a file. Since Secretary Katelyn wasn’t here, I thought I’d place it in her cabinet," she explained quickly.

"Give it to me," Sage said.

Flora hurried forward and extended the file to him.

"You can go," he pronounced, dismissing her with a wave.

She gave a small nod and walked past him, her steps quick. Sage’s eyes followed her, catching the name on her ID card. His brows furrowed.

"Amelie’s younger sister... She works here," he murmured under his breath, a frown pulling at his features.

Stepping into his office, Sage sank into the chair and dropped the file onto the desk with little care. Leaning back against the swivel chair, he closed his eyes.

Since early morning, something had felt off. A strange, gnawing restlessness that refused to leave him. Now, heat spread through his body in waves, making it harder to focus.

Realization struck him. He straightened abruptly. "It’s my rut," he muttered under his breath.

Without wasting a second, he snatched up his car keys and moved toward the door. As he strode down the hall toward the elevator, he pulled out his phone and dialed Katelyn, but it turned out to be busy.

Clicking his tongue in frustration, he left a short message before stepping into the elevator. By the time the doors closed, he was already calling for a driver, ordering him to take him straight home.

During the drive, the heat in Sage’s body only intensified by now. His grip tightened on the seat as he fought to keep control of his senses.

"Drive faster," Sage ordered in a rough voice.

The driver pressed harder on the accelerator, weaving past other vehicles. He glanced briefly at Sage through the rearview mirror. "Sir, should I stop by to buy some suppressants?"

"I have them at home. Don’t bother. Just drive," Sage snapped, though his tone carried more desperation than anger.

The driver gave a quick nod and fixed his eyes back on the road. Finally, they rolled into the residential complex.

Sage wasted no time. He snatched the keys from the driver’s hand and strode into the building. By the time he reached his apartment, his body felt like it was on fire. He fumbled with the lock, shoved the door open, and slipped inside without a second’s hesitation.

He searched for the suppressants in his bedroom, but to his surprise the bottle was empty.

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