Rejected and Pregnant Claimed By The Dark Alpha Prince novel Chapter 632

Chapter 632: Pay for the sins

"Don’t you have to ask Prince Gabriel once?" Denzel questioned, his brow furrowed with a hint of professional caution.

"Gabriel will know once he comes back," Amelie answered firmly. "Where did you catch them?"

"They were not far from the mining site," Denzel replied. "But it was incredibly difficult to track them. Luckily, a young girl helped us; she spotted them while playing with her friends in the outskirts and led us to their trail," he briefed.

"Then, let’s meet them first," Amelie asserted, her mind set.

"Can I join you both?" Carlos asked, tucking the magazine under his arm.

"Of course!" Amelie stated, and the three of them set off.

Denzel led the way toward the palace’s prison. It took more than fifteen minutes of descending winding stone stairs to arrive at the dungeon, a place so deep that even the midday sun couldn’t reach it. A sentinel held a flickering lantern as he guided them inside. Finally, the iron bars of a far cell came into view, and Amelie saw them.

Ethan and Vinette looked devastatingly old and frail. Their clothes were nothing more than tattered, dirty rags that made them look more like beggars than former acquaintances. As the light hit the cell, both Vinette and Ethan squinted, slowly pushing themselves up from the freezing stone floor. Their eyes locked onto Amelie, and a recognition, and perhaps relief, crossed their weathered faces.

"Thank you for letting us meet her," Vinette told Denzel, her gaze never leaving Amelie’s.

"How did you run away from the mining site?" Amelie asked, her voice echoing coldly against the damp stone walls.

"A woman helped us," Vinette stated, her hands trembling as she clutched her tattered shawl. "She said she could take us to see our son... that she could make the meeting happen."

"Your son is dead," Denzel spoke from behind Amelie, his voice blunt and devoid of sympathy.

"It was a witch," Ethan replied, ignoring Denzel’s remark as he looked directly at Amelie. "But we don’t know her name. She appeared in the shadows and whispered of a way out."

"Then why did you call Flora? How did you even get her number?" Amelie inquired, her eyes narrowing. "Did the witch guide you to do that?"

"No," Ethan replied hoarsely. "I managed to contact someone trustworthy from the old pack to find Flora’s number. We didn’t do it for the witch. We wanted to warn you. A witch can never be a well-wisher of the wolves." He paused, his gaze shifting toward Carlos. Realizing Carlos wasn’t a wolf either, his expression curdled with suspicion.

"You’re wrong then," Amelie stated firmly, stepping closer. "Only Ophelia was like that. Not all are the same. You two agreed to escape just because you wanted to see a son who is long gone. If your intentions were truly to warn us, why did you both hide? Why didn’t you tell this to the sentinels appointed at the site instead of running?" She threw the barrage of questions at them.

"That’s not true! The witch forced us to escape. She threatened us, saying if we told anyone anything, she would kill us," Vinette cried out, her voice cracking with desperation. "She gave us a small, secluded house to live in until she gave her next orders. But we were terrified... We both ran away from that place the first chance we got." 𝒇𝒓𝙚𝒆𝔀𝓮𝓫𝒏𝓸𝙫𝓮𝓵.𝓬𝙤𝙢

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