The Past 6:
"Your Highness, I was curious where my sister was heading to," Anaya responded. "So, this is the place where you two spend your ti together."
"Anaya, you can’t co here," Alie said, walking quickly ahead of Gabriel to address her cousin.
"I told you I was rely curious," Anaya stated, offering an innocent smile. "I’ll be leaving now. Enjoy your quality ti together." She turned on her heels and disappeared from their sight shortly.
"Forgive ," Alie quickly apologized to Gabriel, turning to him with distress.
"It’s not your fault," Gabriel answered, though his brow was deeply furrowed. "But why are they even living with you and your family? Are they truly trustable?"
"Anaya’s father died, so my parents asked them to co here," Alie explained. "They had no one in their hotown, and Aunt Ophelia was worried her daughter would be impacted by the loss if they stayed there."
She saw Gabriel’s expression look increasingly sour.
"I will tell Anaya never to follow again," Alie assured him instantly.
"A witch can’t be trusted, Alie," Gabriel answered bluntly. "I know the decision to keep them was made by your family, but I hope they send them away soon. Witches and werewolves have never lived well together," he affird, his gaze hard. "And that woman, your cousin, gives strange vibes to . I just hate it for so reason."
Seeing the sudden, intense rage developing in Gabriel, Alie didn’t argue. She simply wrapped her arms around him, pulling him into a tight hug. His anger slowly subsided as his own hand moved to her lower back, grounding himself in her presence.
"I understand your frustration," Alie stated, her voice muffled against his chest. "This place was supposed to be known only to the both of us. I will observe them closely. If you’ve raised doubt about sothing, then it ans it’s serious," she affird, then lifted her head to et his gaze, sealing the promise.
"Hmm. Shall we go?" Gabriel asked, quickly dismissing the tension that was ford because of the sudden intrusion of Anaya.
"Where?" Alie confusedly stared at him.
"To the palace!" Gabriel replied, his eyes sparkling with mischief, and before Alie could process the thought, he teleported them straight into his private chamber.
"Gabriel!" She laughed slightly, the abruptness thrilling her, her hands resting on his arms for a mont longer than necessary to stabilize herself.
He took a step away from her and walked toward a massive wooden cupboard. "Close your eyes, A."
"What?" She arched her eyebrows, questioning the command.
"Just close them, mate," he urged, his tone softer and more affectionate this ti.
Alie smiled, indulging his whim, and shut her eyes tightly. Gabriel opened the cupboard and carefully took out a pristine, beautifully tailored dress, clearly intended for her.
"Now, you can open them," Gabriel directed.
Alie opened her eyes and they instantly sparkled with astonished delight. Before her, displayed elegantly on a wooden stand, was a pristine, exquisite gown. The fabric was silk, shimring with intricate embroidery of small real pearls and tiny, glittering diamonds.
"Is this—is this..." she stamred, unable to articulate the question, overwheld by the beauty and expense of the garnt.
"Your wedding dress, Alie," Gabriel replied, stepping closer to her. "I have been waiting for this day to show you the dress. I ordered it quite a long ti ago, soon after I knew you were mine, but it took a long ti for the seamstress to perfect it. And surprisingly, she delivered it just yesterday evening! Isn’t that a clear sign that we should get married soon?" he finished with a loving smirk.
Alie’s eyes suddenly brimd with tears, which imdiately confused Gabriel.
"Why are you crying?" He stepped closer, his brow furrowed with concern.
"I’m not crying," Alie insisted, shaking her head, though the gentle flow of tears sliding down her cheeks imdiately betrayed her statent. "I am over the moon," she pronounced, her voice catching. "I—I never imagined my mate would be this caring and thoughtful toward . Thank you, Gabriel. I love it," she whispered, wiping the happy tears from her eyes.
Gabriel moved closer to her, wrapping her in a warm hug. "You spent so much ti with and you were still doubtful that I wouldn’t be this caring and thoughtful?" he mused softly, holding her tight.
"No, I an, before eting you," Alie clarified, her voice still trembling with sobs of overwhelming emotion. He gently flicked his fingers on the bridge of her nose. "You’ve done so much for without my even asking. How can I possibly love you more?"
"You do it every day. I want to bring the entire world to your feet, Alie," Gabriel confessed. "You are the only person with whom I don’t feel insecure even for a second. From the day you’ve co into my life, you have always given your unconditional love and care. You’ve prayed for . I know when you visit the Moon Temple, you ask the priest to say the prayers specifically in my na. That’s the kind of person you are. So selfless, so beautiful, and so kind."
"How did you find out about that?" Alie questioned, running her hand over her eyes again, half-amused and half-surprised by his surveillance.
"I have people who tell ," Gabriel stated simply, smiling.
"You put spies behind ?" Alie questioned, her voice rising slightly.
"Only to protect you, not all the ti," he affird quickly. "Now, don’t you think you should wear this gown and check the fitting once? Change it right here. I’ll be waiting for you outside." He paused, letting a mischievous grin spread across his lips. "Or, if you want to help you, I can do that too."
Alie’s cheeks instantly flushed crimson. "No, go out," she said firmly, pushing him gently toward the door. "Just send so help, will you?"
"Sure," Gabriel agreed, and he stepped out of the room. "Alie, I love you," he returned to specifically say that and walked out this ti.
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