Rejected and Pregnant Claimed By The Dark Alpha Prince novel Chapter 670

Chapter 670: You feel my pheromones?

"We have been looking for you," Evan said. He looked at the fresh hot chocolate buns and bought two, one for him and one for Dominick.

"Here, for you," Evan said.

Jeniva finally managed to swallow the last of her bun, her hand fluttering to her chest as she tried to calm her racing heart.

"Mm... It’s delicious," Evan remarked, giving the stall owner a cheerful thumbs up. Dominick took the bun but didn’t eat it immediately; his gaze remained locked on Jeniva, searching for the reason behind her sudden flight. She couldn’t meet his eyes for long and turned away, vigorously wiping her mouth with a handkerchief.

"Let’s go ahead! I saw a wonderful restaurant down this alley," Evan suggested, oblivious to the silent standoff. "They have the best liquor and dinner meals in the city."

"I’m full," Jeniva blurted out. The thought of sitting across from Dominick in a cramped, candlelit booth was more than her nerves could handle.

"What? Your stomach is full with just a bun!?" Dominick arched a skeptical eyebrow, finally taking a small bite of his own chocolate bun.

"Yes," she insisted.

"Don’t lie, Jeniva. Your appetite is good. At the residence dinner table, you eat quite well," Evan remarked with a laugh, nudging her playfully. "Besides, the Alpha Prince hasn’t had a proper meal all day. You wouldn’t make him eat alone, would you?"

Jeniva looked at the dark alleyway Evan was pointing toward, then back at Dominick, who was waiting for her answer with a challenging glint in his eyes.

Jeniva offered a tight, forced smile to Evan, her head beginning to swim. Being near Dominick was becoming a physical challenge; his Alpha pheromones were rolling off him in subtle, powerful waves. To the other wolves, it was nothing, but to a suppressive Omega like Jeniva, it felt like a heavy weight pressing against her senses.

Dominick watched her closely as they descended the stone steps toward the restaurant. ’What is bothering her? She acts like a different person the moment I step near,’ he thought.

The restaurant was a cavern of warmth, filled with the clinking of glasses and the roar of laughter. Despite the crowd, the owner personally cleared a prime table for the royal party. Dominick gave a polite smile to the patrons who bowed as he passed, finally taking a seat between Evan and Jeniva.

The waiter arrived almost instantly, trembling slightly as he handed over the menus.

"Evan, order for us," Dominick commanded, not even opening his menu. His eyes were fixed on Jeniva, who was staring intently at the tablecloth as if it held the secrets of the universe.

Evan nodded, quickly rattling off a selection of the house’s best roasted meats, root vegetables, and a bottle of their strongest local grain liquor.

As the waiter scurried away, Dominick leaned in slightly toward Jeniva, "Are you sick again?"

"No," Jeniva refused immediately.

Evan looked at her too. "We can go home if you don’t feel well," he suggested.

"No, I’m perfectly fine," Jeniva lied with a straight face. She poured a glass of water for herself and drank it.

The liquor was surprisingly potent, and as the savory roasted meats were cleared away, the atmosphere at the table shifted from tense to rowdy. Jeniva, perhaps seeking an escape from Dominick’s suffocating presence, had kept pace with Evan glass for glass.

"Cheers!" the two of them shouted, clinking sharply before they drained their glasses yet again. Dominick watched them, a faint, amused chuckle escaping him. He remained the anchor of the group, focused on his meal.

Jeniva’s face was a vivid, pretty shade of crimson. She propped her chin up on her palms, her eyes slightly glassy as she leaned toward Evan. "Evan, do you have a girlfriend?"

"Not yet," Evan replied, his own movements becoming a bit more exaggerated and loose.

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