Ran Away Pregnant Came Back Alpha Heiress (Amelia and Damien) novel Chapter 103

**Night Whispers Forgotten Names – Colin Shah**

**Chapter 103**

**Amelia’s POV**

I had mentally prepared myself for the inevitable encounter with Damien once more. By this point, I should have been somewhat accustomed to his presence, considering he attended every checkup for the baby.

Yet, despite the familiarity, each meeting still felt like the first time, sending a thrill through me that I could not quite control.

As I watched him approach, his confident stride deliberate and measured, my heart raced. His gaze was fixed on me, and I felt an almost magnetic pull toward him. He was undeniably handsome—his features sharp and defined, with an air of charisma that made it impossible for me to look away.

Damien had entered my life like a vivid dream, and I was still struggling to fully awaken from its enchantment.

He halted just a few feet in front of me, and I could see the surprise flicker across his face. “Amelia,” he breathed, his voice laced with disbelief. “I wasn’t informed you would be here today.”

Before I could respond, Eve stepped in. “She’s my assistant,” she stated firmly, positioning herself beside me in a show of unwavering support. Cara mirrored this action on my other side, slightly behind me, creating a protective barrier around me. I felt a wave of gratitude wash over me; these women were not about to leave me to face Damien alone.

Damien’s expression shifted slightly, confusion mingling with his surprise. “Oh,” he began, his voice trailing off as he processed the situation.

Eve, ever the professional, seized the moment. “If you will excuse us, Alpha Damien,” she continued, her tone leaving no room for argument, “we have important work to attend to.”

“Yes, of course,” he replied, gesturing us toward the entrance of the emergency room. “If you need anything at all, please don’t hesitate to let me know.”

“We will, thank you,” Eve replied smoothly. With a quick glance in my direction, she began to move forward, and I fell into step beside her, forcing my attention away from Damien and back onto the pressing tasks that awaited us.

The hospital was bustling, filled with nurses who maintained a professional demeanor. Those who weren’t as disciplined seemed to be on their best behavior, likely aware that the Beta’s life was hanging in the balance.

We were quickly directed down the sterile corridors, and as we approached Ethan’s room, Cara paused outside, allowing Eve and me to enter alone.

Inside, Dr. Wyatt was already present, her face a portrait of relief when she spotted us.

“Thank the Gods you’re here,” she exclaimed, her voice tinged with desperation. “I’ve exhausted every option I could think of. I’ve tried to stabilize him, but despite my best efforts, he continues to deteriorate. I’m truly at my wits’ end, Eve.”

“Let us take a look,” Eve replied, her voice steady despite the tension in the room.

We moved closer to the bed where Ethan lay, and as Eve focused on reading the chart, I turned my attention to the patient. The sight of him was jarring.

The Ethan I remembered was a figure of strength and capability, always ready to serve his Alpha. This man before me, however, was a shadow of his former self—his skin was pale and drawn, his cheeks hollow. He appeared to be teetering on the brink of death, even as he fought valiantly for his life on the hospital bed.

“Have you encountered something like this before?” Dr. Wyatt inquired, her brow furrowed with concern.

“Yes, but it’s not common,” Eve replied, glancing at me. “It’s more typical in humans.”

“I’ve seen similar cases in humans,” I confirmed, my mind racing as I tried to recall the details.

“Then treat it as you would a human,” Eve instructed, her voice firm. “Ethan is a werewolf, but he is in a significantly weakened state. This new fragility resembles that of humans more than werewolves. We need a lighter touch.” She turned to Dr. Wyatt, her expression serious. “We cannot assume he will heal himself in any way.”

Dr. Wyatt nodded, understanding the gravity of the situation. She had treated me in a similar manner, so I knew she was capable of following our lead.

Without hesitation, we sprang into action. Each of us communicated our thoughts and intentions as we worked, sharing what we were attempting and the reasoning behind it. Dr. Wyatt listened intently, following our directions with precision.

As we progressed, Eve and I exchanged glances, silently acknowledging the evidence of Dr. Wyatt’s previous attempts that had yielded no results. We said nothing, merely moving forward with our plan.

Together, the three of us operated in unison, a well-oiled machine in the midst of chaos.

“He’s going to need surgery,” I stated, my voice steady despite the weight of the situation.

“We must stabilize him first, or he won’t survive the procedure,” Eve countered, her focus unwavering.

As I scrutinized the chart more closely, an inconsistency caught my eye. If we focused on that particular aspect and built our strategy around it… Perhaps a cure wasn’t as unreachable as I had initially believed.

I turned to one of the nurses, my voice steady. “Do you have a chemist on staff?”

“Yes,” the nurse replied, her tone affirmative.

“Please, take me to them,” I requested, urgency lacing my words.

Two hours later, in the lab, I was deep in thought when Healer Eve found me. She had just emerged from surgery, looking fatigued yet satisfied.

“He’s stable now,” she informed me, relief flooding her features. “But without a cure, his heart will eventually overwork itself and fail, no matter what we do.” She stepped closer, her eyes narrowing as she assessed my work. “What are you working on here?”

As I presented my findings, I noticed her eyes widen in surprise.

“Amelia… This is…” she began, her voice trailing off in disbelief.

“It’s not finished yet,” I admitted, feeling a rush of self-consciousness.

“Perhaps not, but this is a significant step forward.” Eve pressed her lips together, her gaze unwavering as she looked at me. “We can’t leave until this is complete; that young man’s life depends on it.”

I understood the weight of her words, even if it meant we would have to stay longer than we had originally planned.

“Amelia, I’m sorry…”

“It’s fine,” I replied, determination settling within me. “I won’t abandon Ethan to die. But… where will we stay? We didn’t make any hotel reservations.”

We had anticipated a brief visit, in and out.

Ten minutes later, after delivering our report to Damien in the waiting room and outlining our plans, he stood tall, exuding authority. “You’ll stay with me,” he declared, his voice firm and resolute.