Rejected and Pregnant Claimed By The Dark Alpha Prince novel Chapter 637

Chapter 637: Releasing your pheromones

Casaio slumped onto the couch of the living room, exhausted after investigating the entire day. He wasn’t supposed to do this, but the death of Theo right after meeting him, sent a shockwave to many. Speculations were going around that Theo was murdered to keep the dark truths from coming out. But what were those?

"Here," Zilia’s gentle voice grabbed Casaio’s attention. He opened his eyes and found her standing in front of him with steaming hot coffee mug.

"Thanks," Casaio replied, taking the mug from her. She lowered herself to his side, tilting her head.

"Theo’s driver reported that his master got a call before he told the driver to go home," Casaio revealed. "The phone is missing."

"You mentioned it could be an unknown kind of shifter," Zilia pointed.

"Yes. But upon further investigation, we found they used metal like claws. But it’s clear that someone around Theo, maybe in higher ranks than him, didn’t want him to be in the council," Casaio explained. He took a long sip of the coffee before lowering the cup.

Zilia didn’t interrupt him and drank the coffee from her own mug.

"How is Idris?" Casaio asked.

"He is doing well," Zilia replied with a relief. "Life has finally quieted down for him. Actually, his exams are underway right now."

"That’s good to hear. He’ll be moving up to the next form soon," Casaio murmured. He took a warm sip of his coffee once again.

"He will," Zilia agreed, her smile reflecting a quiet relief.

Casaio set his cup onto the heavy wooden table and turned his full attention toward her. "You’ve gone quiet. Is something weighing on you?"

"Nothing," she insisted softly.

Casaio reached out, his fingers catching a loose lock of her hair and tucking it back with lingering tenderness. He leaned in, his lips meeting hers in a soft graze. He caught the lingering taste of coffee on her breath, though it tasted unexpectedly sweet against the heat of her skin.

"Finish your drink before it goes cold," Zilia whispered.

He didn’t listen. Instead, he took the mug from her hand and set it aside. His palm came to rest against the nape of her neck, drawing her back into a deep, seamless kiss. 𝕗𝚛𝚎𝚎𝐰𝗲𝗯𝗻𝚘𝚟𝚎𝗹.𝕔𝐨𝕞

"The coffee can wait," he murmured against her lips. With his free hand, he caught the edge of his muffler and pulled it free, letting the wool fall forgotten to the floor.

He shifted closer, erasing the remaining distance between them until their shadows merged. Zilia leaned back instinctively, eventually coming to rest against the soft upholstery as her hands gripped his shoulders for balance. They paused for a moment, their breath coming in shallow, synchronized hitches as their chests rose and falling in a frantic rhythm.

"Your cheeks are flushed," Casaio murmured, his gaze lingering on the heat in her face.

Before she could offer a word in response, he leaned down, burying his face in the curve of her neck. He tugged impatiently at the hem of her pullover; finding the thick fabric a nuisance, he pulled it over her head and cast it aside, leaving her in only a thin camisole.

The sudden rush of the air sent a shiver across Zilia’s skin, but the chill was short-lived. Casaio moved over her, his own warmth effectively shielding her from the cold.

Zilia circled her arms around his neck, pressing her lips to the sensitive skin just below his ear. A low groan vibrated through his chest at the touch, and she felt his body tension sharpen instantly. Suddenly, he pulled back, leaving her momentarily breathless and bewildered.

"I should bathe first," Casaio said, his voice strained as he fought for control. "I don’t want the dust of the day clinging to you."

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