Ran Away Pregnant Came Back Alpha Heiress (Amelia and Damien) novel Chapter 140

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**Night Whispers Forgotten Names – Colin Shah**
**Chapter 140**

**Cara’s POV**

The moment I heard the unmistakable roar of Alpha Damien’s engine fading into the night, I felt a heavy weight lift from my chest. His furious departure was a signal, a cue that I could finally make my move. Yet, the sound of Amelia’s soft whimpers echoed through the walls, a haunting reminder that she was still awake, still suffering. I took a deep breath, steeling myself, and gently knocked on her door before slipping inside.

Inside, Amelia was cocooned in her blankets, a small, vulnerable figure lost in a sea of fabric, with only her tear-streaked face visible. Her cheeks were flushed a deep red, evidence of the tears that had fallen like rain. The sight was heart-wrenching, a painful tableau that twisted my insides.

Over the past few weeks, I had come to know Amelia intimately, not just as a duty to protect her but as a person whose kindness and resilience had begun to weave itself into the fabric of my own heart. Alpha Jake had spoken of her strength, and I had admired her from afar, but witnessing her struggles firsthand had deepened my feelings. She was not just someone to guard; she had become a friend, someone I cherished deeply.

Seeing her in such despair was a dagger to my heart. I wished with all my being that I could shield her from this torment, to carry the weight of her pain on my own shoulders. I could fend off threats and dangers from the outside world, but how could I defend her against the treachery of her own body?

In the depths of my mind, a singular thought crystallized. “You have to call Alpha Jake,” I urged her, my voice steady but laced with urgency. “Tell him what’s happening, and he will come to rescue you from this place.” I hoped he could also free her from the shackles of her pain.

She shook her head slightly, a small movement that still managed to convey a world of determination.

“If he comes here, it will start a war,” she replied, her voice barely above a whisper.

Wars had ignited for far less provocation than this.

It was maddening to think of how she was treated, how beloved she was by Jake and his family, and yet here she was, bearing the burden of her suffering alone. It felt profoundly unjust, and I couldn’t stand by and let her endure this in silence.

“I won’t let you carry this alone,” I insisted, my heart pounding with resolve. “Please, Amelia,” I pleaded, desperation creeping into my voice. “Just tell him what’s happening. Let him decide the best course of action. Maybe there’s a way to get you out of here without igniting a war.”

She shifted slightly, her head shaking once more, resolute. “It’s too risky,” she said, her voice trembling with conviction. “I won’t let anyone suffer because of me.”

“But what about your suffering?” I countered, my frustration boiling over. “Is it acceptable for you to endure this pain alone while I stand by and watch?”

She closed her eyes, turning her face into the pillow, half-burying herself in its softness as if to hide from the world. “You don’t have to stay,” she murmured, her voice muffled.

Frustration clawed at me, a restless beast scratching beneath my skin.

I hated this feeling of helplessness, and in that moment, clarity struck me like lightning.

Amelia was not thinking clearly; she was ready to sacrifice herself for a cause that seemed shrouded in uncertainty.

But I had sworn an oath to protect her, to be her shield. I would do whatever it took to save her, even if it meant rescuing her from her own misguided sense of martyrdom.

If she wouldn’t reach out to Alpha Jake, then I would take matters into my own hands.

He was the one who needed to make the decision.

**Jake’s POV**

As dawn broke, I received Cara’s urgent message, a lifeline thrown into the dark waters of my sleepless night. The previous evening had been a restless one, filled with the torment of tossing and turning, unable to find solace. I had finally risen, wandering the halls of my estate like a ghost, haunted by the knowledge that I was powerless to protect Amelia, the one who had come to mean so much to me.

Cara’s report was a bitter pill to swallow. The realization that the injections had ceased to work and that Amelia was now in excruciating pain sent a wave of anguish crashing through me. The fact that she was unwilling to reach out to me only intensified that ache, like a dagger twisting deeper into my heart.