Ran Away Pregnant Came Back Alpha Heiress (Amelia and Damien) novel Chapter 106

**Chapter 106**

**Amelia’s POV**

As I stepped onto the familiar grounds, a wave of recognition washed over me. The towering trees, the winding driveway, and the intricate bricks that adorned the manor’s façade were all etched into my memory. Each window concealed a room I could visualize perfectly, my mind painting vivid pictures of what lay behind those curtains, which seemed to hang unchanged through the years.

Once we parked, a flurry of servants emerged, eager to assist with our luggage. I recognized most of them, their faces familiar yet distant. Some had offered warm smiles in the past, while others had remained indifferent, their gazes averted as they went about their tasks. It was a strange mix of familiarity and estrangement, and I felt a pang of nostalgia as they moved around us.

As we entered the estate, the servants began to disperse us. Eve was escorted to the guest room on the first floor, while Cara and I were guided up the staircase. My heart raced as I noticed the way the staircase creaked beneath our feet, echoing the memories of countless moments spent here.

Cara was shown to a guest room just at the top of the stairs, but my path diverged slightly further down the hall. I felt my heart sink as the servant paused before a door I knew all too well.

This was my old room.

There were nights when I had slipped away to Damien’s chambers, but we both agreed it was essential for me to have my own sanctuary, a space to call my own amidst the chaos of our lives. Damien, ever busy with the responsibilities of leading the pack, often left me feeling isolated in his grand room. It was too vast, too empty without his presence.

My room had been my refuge, a quiet haven where I could simply exist without the weight of expectations. But standing here now, the walls echoed with a bittersweet mix of nostalgia and dread.

I was no longer the same woman who had once lived here. I had evolved, found people who valued me for who I was, despite my human blood. I had discovered purpose in my work at the hospital and held within me the life of my unborn child.

Damien was no longer the center of my universe, and I knew he would never reclaim that position.

The servant placed my luggage inside the room and quietly excused herself, leaving me enveloped in solitude. The comfort this space once provided had transformed into a bittersweet sadness, reminding me of the lonely girl who had once hidden away, yearning for her husband’s return, dreaming of ways to earn the pack’s acknowledgment and acceptance.

That girl had been blissfully unaware of the impossibility of her dreams.

Now, I understood all too well.

A knock at the door startled me from my thoughts. Expecting Cara, I called out, “Come in.”

However, when the door swung open, I instantly recognized the presence that filled the room. It wasn’t Cara.

Even with my human senses, Damien had a way of commanding attention, and my heart quickened at the mere thought of him. I could have easily shut the door and dismissed him, but in that moment of vulnerability, I found myself craving the company, even if it was just for a fleeting moment.

“Nothing’s changed in here,” I remarked, trying to keep my tone light, though it wasn’t entirely accurate. A few of my cherished trinkets had been rearranged. “Nothing major, anyway.”

“Why would I change it?” Damien replied, a hint of sincerity in his voice. “I wanted it to remain just as you left it, ready for your return.”

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