Ran Away Pregnant Came Back Alpha Heiress (Amelia and Damien) novel Chapter 141

**Night Whispers Forgotten Names – Colin Shah 141**
**Chapter 141**

**Damien’s POV**

As the first light of morning crept through the horizon, I found myself standing at the threshold of the house once more. The air was thick with an unspoken tension, and Cara lingered to the side, her presence a stark reminder of the turmoil that lay within. I raised my hand to knock on Amelia’s door, but just as I was about to make contact, her voice pierced through the wood, laced with anguish. “Go away, Damien…”

Cara, with an almost cruel satisfaction, turned to me and said, “She doesn’t want to see you.” The words stung, a sharp reminder that my ears were functioning perfectly well.

Frustration bubbled within me, a tempest of emotions that I struggled to contain. My earlier confrontation with Dr. Wyatt had done little to quell my anger; it had merely fanned the flames. I shot a glare at Cara, but that too felt like a futile gesture. I couldn’t afford to unleash my temper on Amelia—she was already suffering, and I needed to tread carefully.

Desperate for an escape from the suffocating atmosphere, I stepped outside again, the cool morning air hitting my face like a splash of cold water. I headed toward the Alpha Headquarters, hoping to bury myself in work. Yet, no matter how hard I tried to focus, my thoughts spiraled back to Amelia. I could hear her muffled cries in my mind, each one a reminder of her pain, a haunting melody I couldn’t shake off.

In an attempt to lift her spirits, I turned to the internet, ordering a bouquet of flowers, an assortment of decadent desserts, and thoughtful gifts, all scheduled for delivery throughout the day. I envisioned her smile, the way her eyes would light up at the sight of colorful blooms and sweet treats—a moment of joy amidst her sorrow.

But as the day dragged on, one by one, the delivery drivers called me with disappointing news. “The gifts have been refused,” they said, and my heart sank with each refusal. Amelia hadn’t even bothered to come to the door.

This was uncharted territory for me. I loved Amelia deeply and felt an overwhelming urge to comfort her, to show her that she wasn’t alone in this darkness. Surely, the pain she was enduring would not last forever. I held onto the hope that once she emerged from this shadow, she would understand the depth of my feelings for her.

I longed to explain that bringing her back here was not a punishment but a promise—a promise that she belonged by my side, that together we could find happiness, and that we could build a family, nurturing our future children with love and care.

If only she could see that…

If only she could truly see…

With a heavy sigh, I dropped my elbows onto my desk, burying my face in my hands. I felt like a failure, more than I ever had in my life.

But I refused to surrender. There had to be a way to prove to her that my love was real, that it was worth fighting for.

I just needed to figure out how.

**Jake’s POV**

After boarding a sleek private jet, my father and I, accompanied by a handful of our enforcers, touched down in the capital by evening. Back in our pack, I had entrusted my mother and the council with the responsibility of maintaining order, confident in their ability to safeguard our interests.

Despite the simmering tensions with Damien, our pack had been relatively untroubled by neighboring Alphas. However, the harsh truth of our world was that other Alphas were always lurking, ever watchful for signs of weakness, like sharks sensing blood in the water. My absence could very well provoke an attack.

Yet, I knew my mother and the council were more than capable of managing our home front. I had left behind enough enforcers to ensure our territory remained secure.

What I needed to focus on was what lay ahead of me now.

Once we arrived at the airport, we were whisked away in a private car to the grand palace of the Alpha King. Although it had been recently constructed, its design echoed the grandeur of ancient palaces, complete with towering pillars and winding courtyards. Yet, it was also equipped with modern marvels—endless security cameras and smart panels that controlled everything from lighting to irrigation systems, a blend of tradition and innovation.

Upon hearing of our arrival, Uncle had graciously offered us not only a place to stay but also a meeting.

Now, we waited for him in one of the courtyards, our comfortable chairs positioned near a fire pit that had been turned off. A servant had inquired if we wanted it lit, but we had declined. This was not a time for relaxation; we were here with a purpose.

“Martin!” A commanding voice echoed from one of the entrances to the main courtyard. The Alpha King stepped into view, arms wide open in a welcoming gesture. He embraced my father before turning his gaze to me, sizing me up as if assessing my worth. “Is this the nephew who has taken on the mantle of Alpha in your absence?”

“Benedict, it’s always a pleasure to see you,” my father replied, his voice warm. “Yes, this is Jake. You may remember him from previous visits.”

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