Rejected and Pregnant: Claimed By The Dark Alpha Prince

"I’m ready for it, Your Highness," Idris said with determination. "I won’t let you down."

A proud smile curved Casaio’s lips. "I know you won’t," he said warmly. "You have a strong heart, Idris."

Zilia placed a gentle hand on her brother’s head, affectionately ruffling his hair. Her eyes lingered on him before shifting to Casaio.

"So... when will he leave for the academy?" she asked softly. "And what about his admission, the fees, the supplies, how will it all be arranged?"

"I’ve already taken care of everything," Casaio assured her. "His place is confirmed, and everything he’ll need has been arranged."

Zilia gave a small nod. "You can fill me in on the details later," she said. "I should get back to the kitchen, the food might burn."

Without waiting for a response, she turned and quickly walked out.

"Your Highness, when I grow up and start earning, I’ll definitely—"

"Idris," Casaio interrupted gently, "you’re not allowed to say that. Don’t ever think of paying me back. I’m doing this because it’s my duty as the Alpha Prince. So stay worry-free, and just focus on what lies ahead. I’m sorry I couldn’t do more for you in the beginning... but that won’t be the case anymore."

Idris smiled warmly. "You’re really kind, Your Highness."

A moment later, he leaned in a bit and whispered, "Oh, by the way, did Sis Zilia find out who called you? She kept mentioning it in front of me, but I stayed quiet."

Casaio chuckled lightly. "You did good."