Ran Away Pregnant Came Back Alpha Heiress (Amelia and Damien) novel Chapter 105

**Night Whispers Forgotten Names – Colin Shah**

**Chapter 105**

As I stepped inside the establishment, I found myself in a mix of familiarity and unfamiliarity. Some faces were known to me, while others were entirely new, casting an air of uncertainty around our visit. We entered a restaurant I had never set foot in before, which meant it was devoid of any personal memories—no nostalgic flavors or comforting sights to draw upon.

Yet, the atmosphere buzzed with a palpable tension. Before we even settled into our seats, I could feel the weight of the other patrons’ glares and the hushed whispers that swirled around us like a thick fog. I tried to shake off the discomfort as we followed the hostess, forcing myself to focus on Eve’s cheerful demeanor as she scanned the menu, clearly lost in thoughts of delicious food.

In stark contrast, Cara was not engrossed in the menu. Instead, she seemed to be engaging in a silent battle, her eyes darting around the room, trying to meet the gaze of every person who dared to look our way. It was as if she was challenging them to hold her stare, and while some averted their eyes, most continued to watch us with a mix of curiosity and disdain. Their whispers, muffled and conspiratorial, buzzed just out of reach, leaving me unable to decipher their thoughts.

I took a deep breath, attempting to ignore the hostility that was directed at us, and turned my attention to the menu. The array of pasta dishes looked enticing, each one more mouthwatering than the last. I felt a gnawing hunger in my stomach, a reminder of the meager meal I had managed to eat the night before, my nerves having stolen my appetite. And today, I hadn’t consumed anything at all, which was particularly unwise for a pregnant werewolf. I was practically salivating at the thought of ordering one of everything.

When the waitress finally approached our table, she took Eve’s order without a hitch, followed by Cara’s. Just as I opened my mouth to place my order, she abruptly turned her back and walked away, leaving me speechless.

Eve’s eyes widened in disbelief, her surprise evident.

Cara, however, had no intention of letting this slide. She sprang to her feet, her voice cutting through the tension like a knife. “Excuse me? You missed one of our orders!”

Heat rushed to my cheeks, a wave of embarrassment washing over me.

The waitress glanced back but didn’t return. Instead, she shot back dismissively, “Oh, we don’t serve dog food here, sorry.”

Laughter erupted from several patrons, their amusement ringing in my ears like a mocking chorus.

I could see Cara’s fists clench, ready to confront the waitress, but I swiftly grabbed her wrist, my grip firm yet pleading. “Let’s just go,” I urged, trying to diffuse the situation.

“You are hungry,” Cara insisted, her frustration palpable.

“There are other places we can try,” I replied, desperate to escape the hostility. “Maybe somewhere we can order at the counter and take it back to the hospital.”

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