Ran Away Pregnant Came Back Alpha Heiress (Amelia and Damien) novel Chapter 124

**TITLE: Night Whispers Forgotten Names – Colin Shah 124**
**CONTENT: Chapter 124**

**Amelia’s POV**

As the moment approached for us to embark on our journey to the event, I anticipated a wave of nerves washing over me. After all, my previous travels—from the human realm to Damien’s pack, and then from there to this new destination—had been anything but tranquil. Each experience had been tinged with its own brand of anxiety and excitement, leaving me breathless and overwhelmed.

When I first set foot in Damien’s pack, I was utterly captivated by the sheer reality of the werewolf realm. The sights, the sounds, the very essence of it all had dazzled me, but nothing compared to the magnetic pull I felt toward Damien himself. I could hardly recount the details of that journey; my mind was too consumed with the depths of his gaze, as if I were floating on a cloud, lost in a daydream.

Conversely, my escape from Damien’s pack was a harrowing affair. I had been fleeing for my life, gripped by a terrifying cocktail of fear and uncertainty. I was terrified of what I was leaving behind, and equally apprehensive about what lay ahead. Little did I know that fate would lead me to someone as compassionate as Jake, who stood by me as fiercely as if I were his own kin or mate.

The trips to and from Damien’s pack, aimed at healing Ethan, were far from enjoyable as well. Each journey was driven by purpose and urgency. On the way there, I was too consumed with a mix of anticipation and dread to even glance out the window. The return trip was filled with a bubbling excitement, but still, it lacked the sense of freedom I craved.

This time, however, felt different. This was the first journey I could genuinely relish. With Jake at the wheel of his luxurious sedan and Cara riding shotgun, Jake and I found ourselves nestled together in the backseat.

I pressed my face against the cool glass, eager to absorb every moment of the landscape whizzing by. The tall pine trees blurred into streaks of green as we sped past a sprawling forest. Soon, the road began to ascend, revealing the majestic, snow-capped mountains that loomed in the distance, drawing closer with each passing moment. A shiver coursed through me, prompting Jake to turn to the driver and request the heat be cranked up.

He had already advised me to dress warmly for this trip, and while I had taken his advice to heart, my warmer clothes were tucked away in my suitcase in the trunk.

Noticing my discomfort, Jake swiftly removed his jacket and draped it over my shoulders. The warmth enveloped me, a comforting reminder of his presence and care. I slipped my arms into the sleeves, feeling the residual heat radiate from him.

With renewed enthusiasm, I returned my gaze to the window, my eyes widening as we crossed a towering bridge that spanned a breathtaking gorge. I was determined not to miss a single detail of this spectacular view.

Jake, however, remained motionless, his eyes fixed on the ceiling of the car. “I have a bit of a fear of heights,” he admitted, his voice low.

I couldn’t relate; the thrill of the height only intensified my excitement as I continued to peer down at the sheer cliff face below.

“Why did they choose to host the event all the way up in the mountains?” I asked, my curiosity piqued. Not that I was complaining, but it seemed an unusual choice for most. A woodland setting or a beach might have been more appealing to the average attendee.

“It’s a joint medical conference that rotates locations,” Jake explained, his tone matter-of-fact. “Every year, a different pack takes on the responsibility of hosting. This year, it’s Griffin’s pack in the mountains.”

Griffin, I assumed, must be the Alpha of this particular pack. My mind briefly wandered, wondering what kind of leader he was, but the sights outside continued to capture my attention.

Suddenly, I spotted movement at the tree line. “What’s that?!” I exclaimed, my voice bubbling with excitement. “Is that a moose?”

Jake dared a quick glance, but as we were still on the bridge, his gaze shot back up again. “Yes, I think so,” he confirmed, a hint of awe in his voice.

I burst into laughter, having never encountered one before, either in the human realm or elsewhere. It was enormous!

If only I had a camera to capture this moment. This felt like a vacation, and I wanted to preserve every snapshot in my mind.

“How much farther?” Damien inquired, his tone serious as he directed the question to the driver.

“Five hours, Alpha. Just straight up this mountain road,” the driver replied.

I noticed Damien’s complexion pale slightly. “Are there more bridges?” he asked, a hint of trepidation lacing his words.

“I’m afraid so, Sir. There are several along this route.”

A pang of guilt hit me. “Maybe we should have flown like you suggested,” I said, recalling how I had been the one advocating for this road trip.

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