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.”

“She is my bodyguard,” I reminded Damien, my voice steady.

He shot a hard look at Cara, but she met his gaze unflinchingly.

After a brief standoff, Damien let out a resigned sigh and turned to his enforcers. “She can come as well. Stand down.”

As I drew closer, he leaned in slightly, his voice low and conspiratorial. “I want more protection for you, not less. If you trust your bodyguard so much, she is welcome.”

“If that were truly the case, you would allow me to remain in Jake’s pack,” I shot back, my frustration bubbling to the surface.

Damien shook his head, his expression resolute. “Your place is where it has always been—by my side.”

With a final step to the border, I hesitated for a moment. I took a deep breath to steady my nerves and then crossed the invisible line that separated us.

Damien’s grin widened as he advanced toward me, arms outstretched as if he were welcoming a lover.

But I did not respond in kind.

Instead, I recoiled, a visceral reaction to his approach.