Rejected and Pregnant Claimed By The Dark Alpha Prince novel Chapter 628

Chapter 628: Making my head spin

Dominick woke from his nap as the evening approached. He pulled back the heavy curtains, noting that the snow was still falling steadily, blanketing the grounds in a white shroud.

’I could never find the Alpha who wanted Jeniva,’ he mused darkly, his mind wandering as he smoothed his clothes. ’I wonder which country he’s disappeared to.’

As he descended the grand staircase, the delicate, floral scent of Jeniva reached him. He found her tucked into the corner of a large couch in the living room, cradling a steaming cup of tea. He swallowed hard, a lump forming in his throat at the sight of her sitting so peacefully in the firelight.

’Is she not feeling anything?’ he wondered, his feet moving toward her of their own accord.

Sensing a looming presence, Jeniva turned her head. "Your Highness!" she exclaimed, startled. she stood up promptly, nearly sloshing her tea before quickly setting the cup on the table. Lowering her head in a respectful gesture, she asked, "Do you want something?"

"No. But what are you doing here? You could have had this tea in your room," Dominick said. He brushed past her to take a seat on the opposite end of the sofa.

As he passed, his arm grazed hers. The brief contact sent a jolt through Jeniva, followed by a wave of his intoxicating scent. ’What kind of cologne is he wearing?’ she thought. A smile tugged at the corners of her mouth. ’And who wears something that potent when they’re just staying home?’ She chuckled lowly to herself.

"Why did you chuckle?" Dominick asked, his sharp eyes narrowing as they settled on her.

"I didn’t," Jeniva replied instantly. She lied to his face with a straight expression before lowering herself back onto her seat.

Dominick stared at her for a long moment. "I hate lies," he muttered.

Jeniva didn’t offer an excuse. She simply lowered her gaze to the floor, her heart drumming against her ribs.

"Where’s the butler? I want something to drink," Dominick said, looking around the empty, quiet hall.

"Oh, he and Evan had to leave urgently earlier today, just as the snowfall started," Jeniva explained. "They called a while ago to say they won’t be back tonight. They’re stuck in the storm." She looked at him tentatively. "What would you like? I can make you black tea or coffee."

"I wanted a drink," Dominick replied, his tone suggesting something much stronger than tea. He instinctively reached for his pocket, only to realize he’d left his phone upstairs in his room.

Dominick watched her as she glanced toward the window, where the blizzard was now howling with a fierce, rattling intensity against the palace glass.

"I’ll look for the beer then. It must be somewhere in the kitchen," Jeniva stated. She hurried away before he could offer a word of protest or a command to stay. His eyes fell onto her muffler, a soft knit fabric forgotten on the sofa where she had been sitting moments before.

Dominick leaned back against the plush upholstery and shut his eyes. The silence in this place was what he desired for a while. But after a few minutes, that silence broke with Jeniva’s arrival.

She wasn’t carrying beer. Instead, she held a bottle of Scotch Whiskey in one hand and two glasses in the other.

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