Rejected and Pregnant Claimed By The Dark Alpha Prince novel Chapter 776

Chapter 776: Learned how to hide it

Gabriel held Noah tight against his chest, his eyes narrowed as he tracked the doctor’s every movement. The toddler’s small arm was bare, and the boy looked up at his father with wide, curious eyes, entirely unaware of the impending sting.

"Doctor, you need to be careful with that needle," Gabriel warned.

"Gabriel, Noah has gotten injections before. The doctor is experienced," Amelie hissed, her hand resting on Gabriel’s shoulder as if to physically pull back his hovering intensity.

"I know... but that needle looks far too big for him," Gabriel insisted, his protective Alpha instincts clearly clashing with the reality of a pediatrician’s office.

"Gabriel, seriously? If you can’t handle this, go out and give Noah to me. Other patients are waiting," Amelie scolded him. She then turned and offered a quick, apologetic smile to the doctor, silently pleading with him not to take her husband’s overbearing nature to heart.

Noah let out a series of babbling sounds in his own little language, reaching out his free hand toward his mother as if sensing the tension and deciding her arms were the safer bet.

"Alright! Alright! Just... be gentle," Gabriel conceded, finally shifting to allow the doctor access, though he didn’t look away for even a second as the needle drew closer.

The nurse leaned in close to Amelie, her voice a conspiratorial thread. "It seems the Alpha Prince is getting the injection, not the young prince," she whispered.

"True," Amelie agreed with a suppressed giggle, watching her husband’s face go pale.

The doctor was incredibly efficient, sliding the needle into Noah’s vein with a steady hand. Gabriel instantly squeezed his eyes shut, his entire body tensing as if he were the one being poked, acting more like a nervous child than the dangerous Alpha Prince.

"It’s done, Your Highness," the doctor announced, already pressing a small cotton ball over the site.

"What? Really?" Gabriel’s eyes snapped open, his voice filled with genuine shock. He looked down at his son, who had only given a tiny, curious flinch before returning to his babbling. "Why didn’t Noah cry? I was certain he’d be in pain."

"Because Noah is a strong boy," Amelie replied, reaching over to ruffle her son’s hair. She caught the doctor’s eye and offered a grateful nod.

"Thank you, doctor. And forgive my husband for his tantrums," she muttered.

Gabriel cleared his throat, trying to reclaim his regal composure as he adjusted his hold on the toddler. "I wasn’t throwing tantrums. I was... being vigilant."

The doctor couldn’t help but chuckle as he marked a neat circle on the medical card. "You need to come back in two months for the next dose," he asserted. Gabriel didn’t wait a second longer; he swiftly yet gently guided Noah’s small arm back into the sleeve of his soft baby clothes, acting as if he were shielding him from further battle.

Amelie settled Noah into her arms and led the way out of the cabin, Gabriel following close behind.

"You aren’t coming with me and Noah for the next appointment," Amelie said firmly as they stepped into the hallway.

"Ya!" Noah chirped from her shoulder, sounding suspiciously like he was taking his mother’s side.

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