Ran Away Pregnant Came Back Alpha Heiress (Amelia and Damien) novel Chapter 123

**Night Whispers Forgotten Names – Colin Shah 123**

**Chapter 123**

**Jake’s POV**

In the whirlwind of these past few days, one undeniable truth emerged as I observed Amelia since her return from Damien’s pack: she truly had no grasp of how remarkable she was. Or perhaps it was more accurate to say that she was stubbornly unwilling to accept the accolades that were rightfully hers, preferring to downplay her achievements.

Even after Healer Eve had taken the time to assure her that she had more than earned the good fortune that had begun to flow into her life, Amelia remained perpetually astonished by it all.

Take, for instance, the moment I stepped out of my office, just as Cara and Amelia returned home from the hospital. Cara wore a gentle smile, but Amelia’s expression was a mix of disbelief and confusion. My heart tightened with concern as I approached her, sensing the weight of her thoughts.

“What’s wrong?” I inquired, my voice steady yet soft. It took her a moment to register my presence, and I found myself repeating the question, my worry deepening.

“It’s Healer Eve,” Amelia finally managed to say, her voice trembling slightly. “She… she said I could take the ethical vows to become a Healer in my own right.”

Now everything clicked into place. I could see why Cara was radiating joy, and I felt a swell of pride and warmth for Amelia’s success blooming within me.

“Congratulations,” I said, my voice filled with genuine happiness for her.

But she shook her head vigorously, her brows knitting together in concern. “It doesn’t seem right. Shouldn’t I need more training?”

“You have all the training you need,” I reassured her, my tone firm. “I suspect you had it before you even arrived here, but Eve was the one who confirmed it. Don’t sell yourself short, Amelia. This is your moment, and you should embrace it wholeheartedly.”

Her expression was still more perplexed than jubilant, yet she attempted a smile, albeit a hesitant one. “I still expect to wake up and find this has all been a dream. Or maybe I’ll arrive at the conference and discover this has all been some elaborate joke at my expense.”

“That would never happen,” I promised, my conviction unwavering.

“How can you be so sure?” she challenged, her eyes searching mine for reassurance.

“Because,” I replied, a smile creeping onto my lips, “I plan to escort you to the event. If anyone dares to insult you, they’ll have to answer to me.”

“You’re coming with me?” she asked, her surprise evident. “But as Alpha, don’t you have important duties here?”

Indeed, I did, and those responsibilities had prevented me from accompanying her to Damien’s pack to assist Ethan. After my briefing with Cara, and learning all that had transpired in that pack, I was resolute not to make the same mistake again.

If Amelia was going to this conference—and I was determined that she would—then I would be by her side.

“Things weren’t the same here when you were gone,” I confessed, my voice low, almost vulnerable. “It felt like a part of me was missing.” The worry had gnawed at me more than I cared to admit; I had been constantly anxious about how she was treated, about Damien’s intentions, about whether she would return to me.

The nature of our bond still eluded me—were we second-chance mates, or something entirely different?—but I knew one thing for certain: I never wanted to feel the weight of her absence like that again.

I needed to ensure her safety and happiness, and while I had a great deal of trust in Cara, no one could protect Amelia’s wellbeing better than I could.

“Besides,” I added, striving to lighten the mood, “I can’t miss you receiving your grand award.”

Her eyes widened comically, a look of pure disbelief washing over her. “There’s an award?”

In that instant, my heart swelled with affection all over again. The innocence and sweetness radiating from her were treasures I was determined to safeguard. The world had already shown her enough cruelty; I wouldn’t allow it to continue.

As long as I was in her life, I vowed to ensure her happiness.

Claire observed as Damien exited his office at the Alpha Headquarters Building, an unusual spring in his step that caught her attention.

She had come to check on matters for Ethan, who had asked her to retrieve a few things from his desk for him to work on at the hospital. He was already feeling the weight of boredom pressing down on him.

However, seeing Damien in such high spirits had completely distracted her.

She waited for him to disappear down the hallway, then kept an eye out for anyone else who might notice her. Once she deemed it safe, she slipped into his office, determined to uncover what had put him in such a buoyant mood.

With Amelia’s absence, Damien had fallen into a gloomy state once more. For him to perk up like this, it had to be something related to her. This realization ignited a spark of annoyance within Claire.

Why did Amelia always have such a profound impact on his moods? Why couldn’t he appreciate the value of those who remained by his side, like Claire herself?

With a huff of irritation, Claire began to rummage through the office, her eyes landing on an open invitation resting atop the desk.

Lifting it, she read the text, and with each word, her anger intensified.

Ethan had been saved thanks to the tireless efforts of the many werewolf doctors and nurses who had worked to help him. How could Amelia take full credit for his recovery?

It was outrageous for her to receive any recognition for this, let alone an award.

For Damien to be this happy meant he was likely planning to attend the event.

Well, Claire decided, she would ensure he wouldn’t be going alone.

After all, it was time for her to make her first official appearance as his Luna, whether he was ready for that or not.