Ran Away Pregnant Came Back Alpha Heiress (Amelia and Damien) novel Chapter 101

**Night Whispers Forgotten Names – Colin Shah 101**

**Chapter 101**

**Amelia’s POV**

Jake’s response came as swift as a lightning bolt, “Absolutely not.”

In stark contrast, I found myself engulfed in a whirlwind of disbelief, my mind racing with questions that had no immediate answers. The very thought of returning to the pack had never crossed my mind. What would that place feel like after all this time?

I pictured the enforcers, their imposing figures standing guard, ensuring my safe passage across the border if the need arose. But then, an unsettling thought crept in—how would it truly feel to step foot in that territory again?

That pack, once my home, had always felt more like a cage than a sanctuary. The bitter truth was that most members loathed me, their whispers of ridicule and mockery echoing behind Damien’s back. I had never been valued there, not as Damien’s wife, nor as the Luna of the pack.

Even Damien had doubted my ability to bear him a worthy heir.

The prospect of returning… of facing those scornful gazes again…

“Amelia would be an invaluable asset to me, and with her assistance, I am confident we could address the situation more swiftly and efficiently,” Eve interjected, her eyes locked onto Jake with unwavering determination.

Jake’s response was immediate and firm. “The moment she steps foot across the pack lands, Damien will snatch her up and conceal her. That bastard wolf is nothing if not an opportunist. Once he has Amelia tucked away within the pack, we’ll be unable to rescue her without igniting a full-fledged war.”

“If he violates the agreement, then I will not heal his Beta,” Eve stated, her voice steady, yet fierce.

I glanced back and forth between them, feeling like a spectator in a high-stakes match.

It struck me quickly that neither of them had considered my thoughts on the matter. That realization ignited a fire within me.

For far too long, I had allowed others to dictate my decisions. Not anymore.

I was the architect of my own destiny now.

Turning to Eve, I asked, “You genuinely need my help?”

Eve met my gaze with sincerity. “Yes, Amelia. I understand that returning will be challenging, and it may even be perilous. But if we are to save Ethan’s life, I need your expertise. You are the finest healer on my team, and I trust you completely. It has to be you.”

“I said, no,” Jake reiterated, his voice resolute.

“Forgive me, Jake. I don’t want to seem ungrateful for everything you, your family, and your pack have done for me,” I replied, finally capturing his attention. “But I cannot sit idly by while any man dies, especially one as hardworking and earnest as Ethan. It is my duty as a healer to assist wherever I can.”

Jake’s stern demeanor softened just slightly. “Amelia,” he began, “you can’t possibly know what he has planned. This could be an elaborate scheme to draw you in.”

Perhaps he was right, but deep down, I didn’t believe that was the case. If this were a trap, Damien would have concocted a different plan to lure me back without resorting to asking a rival Alpha for assistance.

Damien’s pride was his greatest vulnerability.

“We can’t be sure of that,” I countered, my voice softening as I spoke. I recognized Jake’s concern was genuine. I felt it too; the thought of returning was daunting. Yet…

If Eve truly needed my help—and I believed she wouldn’t deceive me—I felt a moral obligation to assist Ethan, regardless of the risks. I would have to trust the enforcers to protect me.

And then…

From the doorway, Cara’s voice broke through the tension as she cleared her throat. She stood before us, her presence a protective barrier in the doorway.

“I have sworn a vow to protect Amelia,” Cara declared with unwavering conviction. “Therefore, I will accompany her into the enemy pack lands and ensure her safety until my very last breath.”

That seemed utterly improbable.

But if this was what Amelia wanted, who was I to stand in her way?

She wasn’t a prisoner here, as she had been in her previous pack. She was free to make her own choices.

Yet, I wished she would exercise more caution.

I had no doubt Damien would attempt something. While he might not resort to outright kidnapping immediately, I believed he would eventually reach that point.

Initially, he would try to persuade Amelia to remain with him willingly.

What troubled me most was the possibility that she might actually consider it.

It was easy for her to reject him while she was here, surrounded by the unfamiliar comforts of my pack.

But stepping back into that territory would inevitably lead her to places they had shared, places filled with memories of love and happiness.

In those familiar surroundings, would it be as easy for her to turn her back on Damien? Or would the nostalgia cloud her judgment, allowing her to forget the pain he had caused her, drawing her back into his orbit?

I couldn’t say, but the thought gnawed at me, lingering even after I left the hospital. It haunted me as I returned hours later to pick up Amelia after her shift.

As she climbed into the car, Cara settling in the backseat, I handed Amelia a pendant attached to a keyring.

“What’s this?” she inquired, curiosity lighting her features.

I reached over, flipping the pendant over in her palm so the engraving was visible. “That’s my family crest. I want you to keep it with you at all times, a reminder that your new home is here.”