Rejected and Pregnant: Claimed By The Dark Alpha Prince-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.

"So, you’re planning to have one," Jeniva teased with a lopsided smile.

"Yes, in the future," Evan answered, grinning. "You tell us. Do you have anyone waiting for you?"

"No," Jeniva said, shaking her head so vigorously her hair tumbled over her shoulders. "I’ve kept myself safe from the hungry alphas," she muttered under her breath, followed by a burst of giggly laughter.

Evan joined in, the two of them sharing a drunken moment of solidarity. Then, as if realizing who was sitting right next to them, they both turned their heads slowly to look at Dominick. He was holding his glass. His sharp eyes moved from Evan to Jeniva, resting on her flushed face.

"Hungry alphas, Jeniva?" Dominick asked. "Is that how you see me?"

Jeniva’s laughter died down into a small, nervous hiccup.

"No! I wasn’t talking about you," Jeniva said, averting her gaze.

Evan could feel a tension existed between Dominick and Jeniva, and grinned.

"I-I have to go somewhere," Evan excused himself and without waiting for Dominick’s response, he simply disappeared.

"Why did you leave like that?" Dominick murmured, frowning.

"Maybe your Beta is just scared of you," Jeniva whispered. Her voice was thick with the liquor, but the edge of her words reached Dominick clearly.

"Do you want to eat more?" he asked, his voice steady as he bypassed her comment entirely. He wasn’t about to get into a philosophical debate about his leadership style with a woman who could barely see straight.

"No, I’m full now. But look at you—you didn’t even finish your drink," Jeniva pointed out, her finger swaying slightly as she aimed it at his glass. Before he could even blink, her hand shot out. She grabbed his glass, drained the potent liquor in one aggressive gulp, and plonked it back onto the wood with a satisfied thud. "We shouldn’t... Waste things," she remarked, her words beginning to slur.

Dominick’s lips quirked into a genuine smile. He called the waiter, settled the bill, and stood up, ready to depart. However, Jeniva’s coordination had officially clocked out for the night; her head hit the table with a soft thump.

"Let’s go. People are looking at you," Dominick urged, gently but firmly pulling her up.

"I feel the earth is moving... It’s very fast, Dominick," Jeniva complained, her knees buckling. She instinctively leaned into him, resting her hot, flushed forehead against his shoulder.

Dominick shook his head, sighing as he wrapped a protective arm around her waist to keep her upright. He led her out of the noisy restaurant and into the biting winter air. They still had a significant walk through the festival crowds to reach the car, but Jeniva wasn’t having it.

"I’m tired! I can’t walk anymore!" she declared. With a heavy plop, she sank onto a wooden bench right outside a brightly lit liquor shop, her arms crossed stubbornly over her chest.

"Jeniva, we are in the middle of a public square," Dominick noted, looking down at her. "You can’t sleep here."

"Then, carry me up!" Jeniva said. "You can teleport, can’t you?" she asked.

Dominick nodded. He found it was the best to get them teleported back to the mansion and carried her on his back. As he stood straight, he simply vanished in the air, landing straight into Jeniva’s room.

She was quick to get down from his back and covered her mouth. Rushing to the bathroom, she vomited, feeling a strange feeling in her stomach.

"Agh..." She opened the tap and rinsed her mouth before finally stepping out.

"Your Highness, you should have warned me," Jeniva said.

"Do you feel my pheromones?" Dominick suddenly asked her, causing Jeniva to stop blinking.