Rejected and Pregnant Claimed By The Dark Alpha Prince novel Chapter 570

Chapter 570: Selene, I missed you

Early in the morning, while the forest was still wrapped in a thin veil of mist, Amelie and Gabriel stepped into a quiet clearing among the trees. This was the day Amelie would experience her very first shift since awakening her wolf, Selene, a moment she had both dreamed of and dreaded.

She glanced at Gabriel, who stood a respectful meter away, his presence was enough to calm her nerves. "How... how do I actually do it?" she asked.

Gabriel offered a gentle smile. "Just reach inside yourself. Feel Selene there, who is waiting to take the form. Invite her forward, let her take the lead. Don’t fight it; trust her."

Amelie nodded, swallowing the lump in her throat. She shrugged off the thick jacket she’d worn against the dawn chill. Gabriel stepped forward to catch it, draping it carefully over his arm. "You’ve got this," he said, his eyes warm with encouragement. "I’m right here."

She drew in a long, steadying breath, and closed her eyes. For a moment there was only the distant call of a bird and the faint rustle of leaves. Then she felt it, a deep, thrumming vibration that started in her chest and rippled outward, like a heartbeat that wasn’t entirely her own.

Selene stirred, rising eagerly to the surface.

The shift began slowly at first, a strange warmth spreading through her limbs. Then the pain came was sharp as though every bone in her body was being gently but firmly reshaped.

Amelie gasped, her hands clenching at her sides, but she didn’t pull away from the sensation. She let Selene guide her, and let the pull coursed through her veins, trusting the wolf who now shared her soul.

It didn’t take long at all. In a matter of seconds, the shift was complete, and Amelie stood before him in her full wolf form for the very first time. 𝚏𝕣𝐞𝗲𝐰𝕖𝐛𝐧𝕠𝕧𝚎𝚕.𝐜𝚘𝗺

Gabriel’s breath caught in his throat as he took her in. She was breathtaking, her coat a shimmering silvery-gray that seemed to capture the very essence of moonlight, just as the name Selene promised. It wasn’t merely gray; it was moonlit silver, soft and luminous, rippling gently with every breath she took. And those eyes, deep blue, stared back at him with a familiar intensity. They were the exact shade Noah had inherited, a living echo of his mate in their son.

’Gabriel! I did it. I finally shifted!’ Amelie’s voice rang through the mindlink. She was bubbling with joy. Her delighted squeak that made his heart flutter.

"Yes, you did," he whispered. "And believe me, love... You’re just as beautiful like this as you are in your human form." He stepped closer, closing the small space between them, and gently laid his hand against the side of her face.

His fingers sank into the incredible softness of her fur. It felt like he was touching a cloud spun from starlight. "Noah got your eyes, Amelie," he murmured, thumb brushing tenderly along her muzzle. "They’re yours, through and through."

’Really?’ The single word trembled with emotion, carrying both Amelie’s quiet tears and Selene’s soft, moved rumble. Ever since Noah was born, she would wonder whose eyes he had gotten. Hearing it now made her feel over the moon.

Then her voice returned with eagerness. ’Selene wants to meet Valko.’

’Hi, Valko,’ Selene’s voice whispered through the mindlink. ’You look majestic.’

Valko didn’t speak immediately, instread, he moved closer until their faces touched. ’Selene, I missed your presence. Now, I feel complete. We met after so long. I missed you, craved for you.’

She couldn’t reach them now, but the burning desire to end them increased further.

"Those two murdered my daughter," she whispered to the empty room as her voice trembled with rage and grief. "And now they stand there, lost in each other, as if the world owes them happiness." Her lip curled in evil.

Her gaze snapped to the wall calendar, where she marked the awaiting moon event in years. It was right after one week from today.

On that night, the chains that had bound her remaining power since years would finally shatter.

Ophelia’s fingers curled into fists, nails biting into her palms.

"In one week," she said aloud, "I will make them scream until their throats bleed. I will tear their precious bond apart thread by thread and watch them die in agony no wolf has ever endured. All my daughter wanted a happy life, but they both never granted it to her."

Behind her, the orb gleamed magically, showing Gabriel standing with a dagger in his hand which dripped in blood.