Rejected and Pregnant: Claimed By The Dark Alpha Prince-Chapter 737: Don’t want to lose you

Amelie stood outside Carlos’s room for a moment before gently knocking on the door.

A second later, his voice came from inside.

"Come in."

She pushed the door open and stepped into the room. Carlos was seated by the desk near the window, an old, worn book resting on the table. The pages looked yellowed with age, as if it had been read many times before.

The moment he noticed her, Carlos quietly closed the book.

"What are you reading?" Amelie asked as she walked further into the room, her curiosity pulling her closer to the desk.

Carlos leaned back slightly in his chair, twirling on it to face her.

"For this," he said calmly, "I had to leave immediately at that time."

Amelie blinked in confusion. "What do you mean?" she asked, staring at him. "You never told me or Gabriel the reason for your sudden departure last time," she continued. "You looked so troubled back then."

Her voice softened slightly. "I didn’t insist on knowing because you asked me not to," she added.

"Thank you for respecting that," Carlos said quietly. "I was troubled at that time... more than I let anyone see. And I didn’t want to burden you or Gabriel with my problems," he added. 𝐟𝐫𝕖𝗲𝘄𝚎𝗯𝕟𝐨𝕧𝐞𝚕.𝕔𝕠𝐦

Amelie folded her arms lightly, still watching him with concern.

"What happened exactly?" she asked.

Carlos exhaled slowly. "I had a vision," he said.

Amelie’s expression immediately sharpened with attention.

"In that vision... I saw a dagger piercing through me. But what confused me was that I was the one holding the dagger."

He leaned back slightly in his chair.

"At first, I assumed it meant that I was somehow responsible for my own death. The vision felt strange to me because I’ve never seen a vision about myself before. That’s why I left. I needed answers."

Amelie stepped closer to the desk.

"You know you’re part of my family," she said firmly. "Your problems are ours too. If there’s any danger coming for you, Gabriel and I will help you face it. Did you find out what the vision means?"

Carlos gave a faint smile.

"Amelie... in the world of witches and sorcerers, seeing a vision about yourself is never considered a good sign."

Amelie felt a shiver run through her. "You’re scaring me," she murmured. Her eyes shifted to the old book on the table. "Did you find the answer in that?" she asked.

"Yes," Carlos replied quietly.

Amelie stared at him, trying to process what he had just admitted.

"But why would you harm yourself?" she asked, her voice tightening with disbelief. "Maybe something was wrong with your vision. Visions can’t always be exact."

It was clear she refused to accept the possibility that the vision could come true.

Carlos watched her calmly. "Amelie, that’s exactly what I need to find out," he affirmed.

He glanced briefly at the old book before continuing.

"I already knew that seeing a vision about myself wouldn’t be a good sign. But I needed confirmation... and now I have it."

He stood up and gently took both of her hands in his.

"I know this is going to worry you," he added softly. "But I hope you won’t let it trouble you too much. What is destined... cannot always be changed."

Amelie shook her head immediately.

"That’s not entirely true," she argued.

Her eyes held determination as she looked at him. "You saw nothing about Flora’s future either," she reminded him. "You were certain she would die."

She paused before continuing.

"But it didn’t happen. In fact, Flora is about to marry Zander soon."

Amelie squeezed his hands slightly.

"So visions can be wrong," she said firmly. "Or maybe there’s a loophole you haven’t discovered yet. Something you’re not understanding at this moment."

Carlos listened carefully. After a moment, he nodded slightly. "Yes," he said thoughtfully. "That’s something I need to find out as well."

Amelie wrapped her arms around Carlos, pulling him into a firm embrace. Her hand moved gently across his back in a soothing motion, as if trying to ease the weight of the thoughts he carried.

"Don’t worry so much," she said softly. "You’re not alone in this. We’re all here for you. Nothing will happen to you."

For a moment, Carlos stood still in her arms. Then a soft smile appeared on his face.

"Thank you for saying that," he said gently. "But I’m not afraid of death. Even if the vision turns out to be true—"

"Don’t say that."

Amelie cut him off immediately. Her arms tightened around him, and she shut her eyes as if refusing to even let the idea exist.

"I don’t want to lose you," she whispered.

After a moment, she pulled back slightly so she could look at him. "I’m sure what you saw wasn’t the entire vision," she continued with determination. "Something is missing from it."

Her eyes searched his face with quiet conviction. "And we will find that missing piece. Just trust me... and keep faith in my words."

Carlos gave a soft hum in response.

Just then, a knock came at the door, followed by the voice of a maid from outside.

"Madam, Prince Gabriel has returned and is asking for you," she informed respectfully.

Amelie glanced toward the door before looking back at Carlos.

"You should go," Carlos said gently.

Amelie hesitated for a moment before asking, "Won’t you come along? I’ll have the maids serve evening tea and snacks for you as well."

Carlos shook his head slightly.

"No," he replied. "I’m not really in the mood for snacks or tea right now."

He moved toward the wardrobe as if preparing to change. "I’ll be heading out later, so I need to get ready."

Amelie studied him for a moment. "Alright," she said softly.

Before leaving, she reached out and squeezed his hand in a silent gesture of support. Then she turned and walked out of the room, closing the door gently behind her.

Carlos opened the cupboard’s door and took out a pair of clothes to change.