Ran Away Pregnant Came Back Alpha Heiress (Amelia and Damien) novel Chapter 139

**Night Whispers Forgotten Names – Colin Shah**

**Chapter 139**

**Amelia’s POV**

As I slipped beneath the covers of my bed, it felt like a fragile cocoon, a sanctuary from the world outside. I curled up on my side, my hands instinctively clutching my stomach as if I could will the pain away through sheer willpower. Each throb echoed through me, a relentless reminder of my suffering.

But it was more than just my stomach that was in turmoil; a symphony of sharp, pulsing sensations prickled at my entire body, each one a cruel reminder of my vulnerability. Yet, amidst this agony, a fierce maternal instinct surged within me, compelling me to protect the life growing inside me. Nothing mattered more than that.

Still, I felt utterly powerless. The pain was unyielding, a dark shadow that seemed to deepen as the night wore on. With each passing moment, it intensified, twisting like a knife in my gut.

In a moment of desperation, I reached for my phone, an impulsive thought crossing my mind—maybe I should call Jake. Perhaps he could come to my rescue. But what could he possibly do? Even if he managed to drag me away from this house, the pain would still cling to me like a persistent ghost. If Dr. Wyatt, with all her medical knowledge, couldn’t alleviate my suffering, then Jake would be just as helpless. Even Eve, with her comforting presence, couldn’t reach me now.

Dr. Wyatt had been baffled by my condition, unable to explain why the injections—meant to fortify me for the baby—were accompanied by such excruciating pain this time. I had taken them before, and they had never felt like this. She had assured me they were the same as before, but her words felt hollow, a mere echo against the backdrop of my torment.

In my haze of confusion, I couldn’t help but wonder if Damien had altered the injections somehow before my arrival. They reminded me too much of the shots I’d received to help me conceive. Was this his twisted way of punishing me? Perhaps he sought retribution for my desire to escape him?

The coincidences piled up like heavy stones in my mind. His insistence on bringing me back to his pack, the agony of the injections, and now, here I was, trapped in his house, waves of pain crashing over me relentlessly.

Previously, the discomfort from the fertilization shots would fade after an hour, a brief trial before the serum settled within me. But this was different—far more severe.

With no hope of sleep, I resigned myself to the reality of my situation. Clutching my phone, I began to search for answers about my symptoms. The human perspective yielded little. Chronic pain could stem from countless sources—too many for me to even begin to narrow down.

Werewolves, however, were not accustomed to such pain. Their healing abilities were remarkable; for them to experience this level of discomfort indicated something was seriously amiss.

I wasn’t a werewolf, but I was carrying one. The medications I had been taking were designed for their kind. Yet, despite my frantic searching, I found no natural explanation for my suffering. This meant the injections had been deliberately chosen to inflict pain upon me.

The only person I could logically suspect of orchestrating this was Damien. As the pack Alpha, he had the authority and resources to manipulate the vials if he wasn’t directly responsible for my suffering.

The man I once loved had transformed into a stranger, and the realization cut deeper than any physical pain. I had loved him wholly, with every fiber of my being. I had forsaken the human world to stand by his side, willing to endure any hardship for our love. I had fought to strengthen my body, to create a child born of our bond.

Now, I found myself questioning if that love had ever truly existed. Or if it had been nothing more than a fleeting illusion. Perhaps I should have heeded the warnings I received after marrying Damien—the whispers that told me werewolves could only love their kind, that humans were mere distractions.

Damien had vowed those claims were false, but the pain I now endured was undeniable. Had he truly brought me back only to subject me to this torment?

When had he come to despise me so profoundly?

It had to be my refusal to return willingly to his side. He had forced me here, and now, by inflicting this pain upon me, perhaps he hoped to weaken my resolve to leave him again.

Lowering my phone, I buried my face in the pillows, a new wave of anguish crashing over my heart.

**Damien’s POV**

Amelia was suffering, and there was nothing I could do to alleviate her pain. For what felt like an eternity, I paced anxiously outside her door, my mind racing with helplessness while Cara stood sentinel, blocking my entry.

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