Ran Away Pregnant Came Back Alpha Heiress (Amelia and Damien) novel Chapter 127

**Night Whispers Forgotten Names – Colin Shah 127**

**Chapter 127**

**Damien’s POV**

“She is not the pack Laina,” I stated with a fierce intensity that reverberated through the air.

Claire flinched at the sharpness of my tone, her eyes darting to the man she had been conversing with, who now regarded me with a mix of curiosity and caution.

When Claire turned to face me, I noted the way her complexion had paled slightly, yet she stood tall, her posture exuding a mixture of pride and defiance as she met my gaze with unwavering eyes.

“I need to speak with you privately, Claire,” I insisted, my voice firm and unyielding. As she lifted her chin, perhaps contemplating a challenge, I added, with an edge of urgency, “Now.”

The smile that had graced her lips tightened, and I could see the lines around her eyes deepen with tension. “Of course,” she replied, her tone clipped. Turning back to the man she had been speaking with, she said, “If you will excuse us.”

He nodded, albeit with lingering curiosity, before I led Claire to a secluded corner, away from the prying ears of the other guests milling about the crowded conference center. True privacy was a luxury we couldn’t afford in this bustling venue, but at least here, we were shielded enough from the crowd to speak without being overheard.

As soon as we reached our temporary sanctuary, I pivoted towards her, the urgency of my question spilling forth. “What were you discussing? Why on earth would you proclaim yourself as the pack Luna?”

I had my suspicions swirling in my mind, none of them comforting, but I wanted her to voice her reasoning before I launched into any lectures. Perhaps, in her mind, there was a justification for her actions. I struggled to fathom what could possibly excuse such a breach of decorum, yet I was not a man devoid of reason, particularly with the knowledge that she was carrying my child.

“I do not mean it as an insult, but as a matter of pride,” she replied, her voice steady despite the weight of my accusation hanging heavily between us.

“The pack can survive without a Luna for a while longer,” I countered, my tone resolute.

“I’m not speaking of the pack’s pride,” she retorted, her passion igniting with each word. “I am referring to my own. As the mother of your heir, the title of Luna should naturally belong to me, even if only out of courtesy. Yet you continue to deny me, bestowing the title upon the human instead.”

“The human is my wife, Amelia,” I reminded her, my voice firm.

“She abandoned you, Alpha. It is high time to bestow that title upon someone who deserves it. Someone like me. To continue denying me is not only an insult to myself but to my entire legacy. It could be seen as a slight against the pack itself.”

My frown deepened as I openly displayed my disapproval of her words. Amelia remained my wife, my Luna, regardless of her absence from the pack’s daily life. As long as I held the title of Alpha, I would never relinquish the title of Luna to anyone but her—the love of my life.

“Amelia is the pack Luna, and she will remain so for as long as I draw breath,” I asserted, my voice unwavering.

“Does she know that?” Claire pressed, a challenging glint in her eyes. “Because I saw her earlier, on the arm of Alpha Jake. She cannot be the Luna of two packs.”

A low growl threatened to escape my throat, but I suppressed it. This gathering was neither the time nor the place for disputes over pack politics, especially not in front of the well-respected pregnant female werewolf carrying my heir.

Yet, even with Claire’s esteemed position within my pack, she was neither my mate nor my Luna. To insinuate otherwise was a disservice to Amelia. It undermined my authority, which I could not tolerate, not even from her.

“You are not my mate, Claire. You are not the Luna of my pack. And if I hear you continue to spread these lies, I will be compelled to take action.”

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