Rejected and Pregnant Claimed By The Dark Alpha Prince novel Chapter 441

Chapter 441: Pretty face and fake tears

Katelyn set her mug down on the table with a sharp clink, then turned toward Sage.

"You should’ve told me all of this earlier, especially about your mother," she said. "Now I feel even worse for throwing away her amulet. But you started it. You told me to either keep it or get rid of it. So... I’m not entirely at fault."

Sage exhaled softly, a faint, rueful smile curving his lips. "I know. I was a jerk that day," he admitted.

Katelyn leaned back slightly, studying him. "Your stepmother’s a bitch, isn’t she?" she muttered, shaking her head. "I used to think you were the crazy one in that family. But I was so wrong."

Sage couldn’t help but smile at her bluntness. "Let’s not talk about them anymore," he whispered, shifting closer, thus changing the air between them instantly. His hand reached for hers, fingers brushing gently before lacing together.

"It feels... different," he murmured, his thumb tracing light circles over her skin. "To touch you like this."

Katelyn gazed at him when his eyes moved to hers. She licked her bottom lip, trying to pull back her hand. Sage let it go, studying her face for a while.

"I feel hungry suddenly. Do we order here? I don’t think we have anything to cook here," Katelyn said, standing up.

Sage grasped her wrist, pulling her down suddenly.

"Sage!" she gasped.

"Why are you running again?" he asked.

"I’m not. I told you I am hungry," she replied. She slapped at the back of his hand, but he didn’t withdraw. "Let go of my hand."

"You are spreading your pheromones unknowingly around me," Sage said with a serious gaze.

"What?" Her eyes widened for a second. She blinked her eyes rapidly. "You are lying. I am not doing that," she proclaimed.

"I am not." Sage finally let go of her hand and stood up. "I’ll go outside for some time," he said and walked out.

Katelyn knitted her brows, tilting her head, watching him stepping out of the door.

~~~~~

"Did you search everywhere?" Gabriel asked Evan as they stepped out of the palace.

On the foyer, he caught sight of servants loading bags into the trunk of a black car. Standing beside it was Juniper, her eyes darting nervously between the workers and the palace doors.

"Wait for me in the car," Gabriel ordered. Evan gave a curt nod and left.

Gabriel’s boots clicked against the marble as he approached her. "How does it feel," he began coldly, "to be thrown out of the place you once dreamed of ruling?"

Juniper flinched at his tone. Her eyes shimmered with unshed tears as she whispered, "I’m sorry."

Gabriel’s expression didn’t soften. "No, you’re not," he said. "You’ve always been good at one thing, charming people with your pretty face and fake crocodile tears. Nick also fell for them. How many times were you forgiven? What you did was beyond forgiveness. If I were the King, I would have beheaded you by now."

Juniper didn’t say anything as she was too engrossed in her own sorrow of rejection.

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