Rejected and Pregnant Claimed By The Dark Alpha Prince novel Chapter 522

Chapter 522: A journey to their past lives (17)

The Past 16:

Ophelia gently touched the pale, still skin of her daughter, Anaya, her hand trembling uncontrollably. Since the morning, she had been trying relentlessly to revive her. Indulging in the forbidden dark magic was strictly not allowed by the coven’s laws, but Ophelia didn’t hesitate for a moment. Anaya was the only one in this world whom she loved more than her own life.

"How am I going to live without you, my beautiful daughter?" Ophelia murmured. Her eyes dropped to the wound on Anaya’s chest where the silver knife had been driven deep. "I will kill them, Anaya. I will make sure they never stay together in any life. They both will pay dearly for what they did to you."

As she spoke the curse, her eyes literally bled thick, black blood, a visible after-effect of the evil sorcery she had channeled.

She rushed violently to the magic ball and bellowed, her voice shaking the small house. "Is that why you didn’t show the future of my daughter? To prevent me from saving her?" She glared at the artifact. "Show me what’s Gabriel up to now!"

Ophelia darted her gaze at the ball as the swirling, bloody mist quickly formed inside it. Finally, she saw the image. Gabriel was in the same forest where he had killed Anaya, speaking urgently to his Beta, Soren, amid the immobilized wolves.

"You triggered a wrong woman, Gabriel," Ophelia muttered with malice. "I’m going to burn this entire country to ashes. You’ll die so painfully, a torment you’ve never even imagined. Be ready for my wrath!" She concluded, slamming the scrying ball down onto the table.

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Amelie bit nervously at her nails, unable to shake the pervasive sense of worry as she recalled the terrifying way Anaya had attempted to kill her. The memory of Anaya successfully casting a spell that briefly stopped Gabriel was even more chilling. "I wonder if Ophelia also uses powerful magic," she mumbled in fear, connecting the witch’s mother to the escalating threat.

Her heart was beating with a frantic rhythm she had never experienced before. Bringing her hand over her chest, she tried desperately to soothe it, but the effort was in vain. Such deep restlessness made her wonder if it was an ominous indication, a premonition of something terrible yet to come.

The doors of her room opened, pulling her abruptly out of her intense contemplation. Her eyes landed on her mother, Irene, and she immediately slid off the bed to greet her.

"Mother!" Amelie exclaimed, rushing toward Irene.

"Your father is on his way home now," Irene explained hurriedly, her face pale with worry. "Prince Gabriel sent someone saying we need to shift to the palace immediately."

"What? Why to the palace?" Amelie asked in shock, unable to comprehend the sudden, urgent command.

"I don’t know the exact reason, dear. But the way the messenger spoke, it seems the Prince wants to keep us safe and under protection. Ophelia is not in her house; she’s vanished. I wonder where she went." Irene wrung her hands. "I feel so angry at myself right now. Because of my carelessness, all of this danger is happening."

"Mother, you were only being kind to them. Who knew they were such dangerous people?" Amelie said, quickly moving to comfort Irene, telling her not to blame herself for the witches’ deceit.

"Well, just pack your clothes, dear. We have to leave by the evening," Irene pronounced, her voice practical now. "They are searching for Ophelia, so I think she will be captured soon."

"Hmm." Amelie nodded in agreement. Irene hugged her daughter tightly, gently caressing her back. It was an assurance from her side that everything would turn out well.

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