Rejected and Pregnant Claimed By The Dark Alpha Prince novel Chapter 624

Chapter 624: Framing her body with his

"Your Highness, you should not have provoked Theo," Ian warned with concern as they still sat in the mansion’s hall. "I’ve cautioned you about the extent of his influence. He won’t just sit back; he will use the senior council members to challenge your very right to rule."

"Then I shall deem those council members unfit for their positions if they choose to side with a man like Theo," Casaio declared. "What he is doing is blatant fraud. He assumes that because an ’insignificant’ omega died, I would simply look the other way. He is mistaken. I may have turned a blind eye to such corruption in the past, but those days are over."

Casaio leaned forward. "Theo will repay every penny he stole from those he exploited under the guise of lending money."

Zilia watched him from her seat, noting the tension in his jaw. He wasn’t just angry; he was deeply annoyed by the systemic rot Theo represented.

"The Prince is right in his heart, but that is rarely how the higher Alphas see the world," Ian added with a weary sigh. "I will take my leave and see you both later."

He rose from his chair, offering a respectful bow to Zilia before turning to leave the room.

She placed her hand over his as soon as Ian left. Casaio was quick in apology as he felt Zilia needed to hear it.

"Why are you saying sorry?" she chuckled, her confusion coloring her voice.

"Didn’t you hear what Theo said? The audacity... I felt like ripping his mouth apart! He’s playing the innocent martyr while bleeding people dry," Casaio muttered. His eyes flashed a predatory, deep red, the mark of an Alpha pushed to his limit.

Zilia knew exactly how to dismantle his rage. She stepped into his space, cupping his face with both hands, and pressed a soft, lingering kiss to his lips. "Calm down, okay?" she whispered. Her words were like a feather brushing against his skin. For a second, his eyes turned back to their natural color, but the reprieve was short-lived. A different kind of intensity flared in them, darkening to a deep crimson.

He stood abruptly, his fingers lacing with hers to pull her up.

"Eh? Where are we going?" Zilia asked, her heels clicking against the hardwood as she tried to slow him down. "Ah!" She let out a soft yelp when he suddenly scooped her into his arms.

"To our room," Casaio said, a mischievous smile playing on his lips.

In seconds, they were inside the suite. He lowered her onto the plush mattress, before he turned to lock the door.

"I thought we were going out to—" Her words were cut short as he leaned down, capturing her mouth in a relentless, hungry kiss. His knee sank into the soft mattress between her legs as he pressed her back into the pillows. Zilia’s hands flew to his chest, this time gently pushing him back just enough to catch her breath.

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