Ran Away Pregnant Came Back Alpha Heiress (Amelia and Damien) novel Chapter 135

**Night Whispers Forgotten Names – Colin Shah 135**
**Chapter 135**

Within the confines of my mind, I was already formulating a strategy. I was no longer the same woman who had hastily fled from Damien’s territory several months prior. This time, I had found a sense of self that I had been searching for. I had grown into a skilled Healer, and my child was robust and full of life, even if my own health was a bit shaky.

Yet, the thought of returning to Damien’s pack brought with it a mix of dread and determination. The proximity to Dr. Wyatt was a beacon of hope; she would always stand by my side, a steadfast ally in the storms that lay ahead. I clung to that thought like a lifeline.

The crux of the matter was straightforward, at least from my perspective, regardless of how much Jake wanted to turn a blind eye to it.

If a battle were to erupt, I had to be there. I could never allow anyone to suffer or perish on my account simply because I was too terrified to confront the challenges ahead.

“I know what I must do,” I declared, my voice cutting through the tension in the room, startling both Martin and Lillian, who exchanged worried glances.

“You don’t have to do anything,” Martin countered, his brow furrowed with concern.

“I do,” I insisted, my resolve unwavering.

Both of their expressions softened, shadows of sadness flickering in their eyes.

At that moment, Cara stepped away from her position against the wall, her determination radiating as she approached me. “There’s no way you are going alone,” she asserted, her voice firm.

“They won’t just accept you,” I cautioned, trying to reason with her.

But she stood her ground, unyielding. “If you are going, then so am I. That is that.”

Her words felt almost simplistic, yet I could see the fire in her eyes. I realized she would accompany me regardless of my wishes. There was no way I could deter her from this path.

Honestly, a wave of relief washed over me.

The thought of facing this challenge alone was unbearable.

As I busily packed my belongings, Jake burst into my room, his expression a mix of anger and desperation.

“You can’t do this,” he exclaimed, pacing the length of my bed like a caged animal.

“I have to,” I replied, my voice steady. “You know I have to.”

His face was taut, and I could sense the tension in the air; we both understood the inevitable conclusion to this situation.

“I hate that he’s done this,” Jake said, his voice laced with frustration. “I could go to war over this.”

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