Ran Away Pregnant Came Back Alpha Heiress (Amelia and Damien) novel Chapter 114

**Night Whispers Forgotten Names – Colin Shah**
**Chapter 114**

**Damien’s POV**

With a deliberate movement, I rose to my full, imposing stature, casting a long shadow over the room. Cara, who had been steadfastly guarding Amelia, finally exhibited a flicker of anxiety, though her stubbornness was palpable as she remained rooted in place, unwilling to budge.

While irritation bubbled within me at her defiance, I couldn’t help but feel a twinge of admiration. It had come to my attention that Jake had entrusted Cara with the duty of protecting Amelia, not just while she was within the confines of my pack but at all times. Witnessing her take this responsibility so earnestly brought a sense of satisfaction.

Yet, deep down, I wished that this overzealous bodyguard could grasp the truth: I was the very last person Amelia needed protection from.

“Listen,” I began, my voice steady yet firm. “I have no intention of causing harm to Amelia, not now, not ever. But right now? It’s late—well past one in the morning. I’m genuinely concerned for her well-being. She must be utterly exhausted, and let’s not forget, she’s carrying my child, which complicates matters further.”

I took a step closer, my hands raised in a gesture of peace, palms facing her. “We’re on the same side here. Our goal is the same: to ensure Amelia’s safety and comfort. It’s late, and she deserves to rest in her own bed.”

Cara’s glare remained unyielding, but before I could utter another word in persuasion, she let out a resigned sigh. “Fine. But this doesn’t change anything. We’ll take her home, but tomorrow, you revert to being the person I don’t trust.”

“Fair enough,” I replied, a sense of relief washing over me. If Cara’s vigilance had kept Amelia safe thus far, who was I to disrupt that? Especially since she was acquiescing tonight—this was my primary concern.

With a slight shift to the side, Cara finally allowed me to enter the room. My gaze immediately fell upon Amelia, sprawled out on the couch, her arms draped over the armrest, her face buried in the soft fabric.

Eve sat nearby, observing Amelia with a steaming cup of coffee cradled in her hands. As I stepped inside, she didn’t appear taken aback by my presence.

“What took you so long?” she inquired, nodding toward the sleeping figure. “We’ve been pushing her too hard. She needs some genuine sleep on a proper mattress.”

“I’ll handle it,” I assured her, moving closer. As I reached the edge of the couch, I gently scooped Amelia into my arms. Instantly, she curled against me, emitting a soft, contented hum. Her fingers grasped at my shirt as if trying to pull me nearer.

A warmth spread through my heart, quickening its pace.

Holding her like this rekindled a sense of purpose within me. Amelia was meant to fit perfectly in my embrace, and I was destined to hold her close.

Before I could lose myself in that blissful sensation, I glanced up to find Eve and Cara both watching me. Eve’s expression was one of cautious curiosity, while Cara’s was marked by disapproval, albeit tinged with reluctant acceptance.

A flicker of worry crossed my mind that one of them might reconsider their stance, so I began to move forward, cradling Amelia as I headed toward the door.

Outside, my car lacked enough seats for Cara, forcing her to trail behind me. I could see her standing on the sidewalk, arms crossed, as I carefully buckled Amelia into the passenger seat before driving off.

In the rearview mirror, I caught a glimpse of Cara spinning on her heel and darting toward the parking lot. I knew she would soon be on my tail again.

That was fine by me. The only thing she would discover upon our arrival home was that I had safely tucked Amelia into her bed.

That was my plan, at least.

Once we arrived at Amelia’s room, I attempted to lower her onto the mattress, but she clung to my shirt with surprising tenacity, making the task more challenging.

“Baby…” I whispered, using an old endearment that felt like a relic from a different time. “You have to let me go…”

“Never,” Amelia mumbled, her grip tightening.

Everything felt incredibly vivid as I snuggled into his warmth, desperate to get even closer.

In the waking world, I would never allow this level of intimacy, but within the sanctuary of dreams, I was free to explore our connection, free to remember all that I had missed.

There were countless things I longed for in Damien, even if I pretended to be hardened against him. He was my personal heater, radiating warmth even on the coldest of days. And his strength—how many times had he effortlessly lifted me into his arms as if I weighed no more than a feather?

I recalled the countless evenings spent dozing on the couch, waiting for him to return home, only for him to find me and carry me up to our shared bed.

Once there, he would always have to untangle me, as I clung to him, not wanting to let go, not even long enough for him to change clothes. Not until he could promise he would return right away.

Not until he sealed that promise with a kiss.

Dreams like this made it impossible to forget him.

Despite our differences and the arguments that had come between us, so many aspects of our relationship had felt so right.

If only everything else hadn’t crumbled around us…

If only the right things had been enough to keep us tethered together more firmly…

Eventually, the dream began to fade, and the remainder of the night was spent drifting through a dark void.

When morning light finally broke, I blinked my eyes open, sitting upright in my bed, bewildered by how I had ended up there.