Ran Away Pregnant Came Back Alpha Heiress (Amelia and Damien) novel Chapter 144

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**Night Whispers Forgotten Names – Colin Shah 144**

**Chapter 144**

**Amelia’s POV**

As I sat there, a knot of despair coiling tightly in my stomach, I couldn’t help but feel utterly wretched. The very idea of having to plead with Claire for assistance in escaping Damien’s pack was almost too much to bear. Yet, deep down, I clung to the hope that her longing for my husband would compel her to help me. After all, if I were no longer in the picture, she could claim him entirely for herself.

The notion of that still pierced my heart like a jagged knife. The ache of his betrayal reverberated within me, a relentless thrum that I couldn’t shake off, no matter how much I attempted to mask my feelings. I could put on a façade of indifference, act as if I were perfectly fine with him moving on, but the reality was far more intricate. The dynamics between Damien and me were tangled in so many ways. We were bound by love, yet shackled by circumstances that rendered our union impossible.

And yet, my heart stubbornly clung to him. I didn’t want him to find solace in another’s arms.

I still yearned for him, wishing that he could be mine and mine alone.

To my surprise, Claire had shown me more grace than I anticipated during this tense encounter. She had welcomed me, offered me honesty, and refrained from mocking or belittling my plight. Even now, as she regarded me, there was a flicker of sympathy in her eyes, her lips curving into a gentle, albeit pitying, half-smile.

“I’m truly sorry, Amelia,” Claire said softly, her voice laced with sincerity. “If there were any way I could assist you, I would. But you know how stubborn Damien can be. If he has decided that you should remain here, if he has chosen to make you suffer, there’s little anyone can do to change his mind—not even me.”

Her hands rested protectively on the gentle swell of her stomach, the unmistakable sign of the life growing within her. That bump was a constant reminder of her connection to my husband—a bond formed through a child, a bond that could never be severed.

I, too, shared that bond, my own child nestled within me.

An overwhelming wave of anguish washed over me anew.

“If you could just speak to him,” I pleaded, my voice trembling slightly as I attempted to reason with her.

“I’m really sorry,” she repeated, her expression softening, “but I can’t help you.”

Just like that, the familiar cloak of helplessness wrapped around me once more, suffocating and heavy.

**Jake’s POV**

Benedict had been ignoring both my father and me for what felt like an eternity, and the frustration was beginning to boil over. I simply couldn’t tolerate it any longer.

Every second we spent in silence was another second Amelia endured her suffering.

Alpha King or not, Benedict was still family to me. But even if he weren’t, my determination would remain unwavering. Today, I was going to confront him, right here and now, and I would persuade him to take action.

I didn’t care if my actions caused me to lose favor with the king or the court. I didn’t care if the entire world labeled me a fool.

Whatever it took to rescue Amelia from the peril she faced, I was prepared to do it.

Confronting my uncle paled in comparison to igniting a war.

As I stepped into the throne room, the atmosphere shifted. The Alpha King sat regally on his throne, flanked by members of the court, including Sienna, who was engaged in conversation with him.

Despite my father’s assurance of support, I had deliberately chosen to exclude him from my plans this time. A man should never be forced to confront his brother, even if I was about to do just that with my sister.

Martin and Benedict were growing too old to harbor grudges. They were reaching a stage where reconciliation might not be possible before time ran out.

I had no such concerns, and I refused to be held back by familial regrets.

My only true regret would be failing to save Amelia.

That was a fate I refused to accept.

With purpose in every stride, I advanced toward the throne, my determination palpable. The murmurs in the room gradually faded as everyone turned to observe my approach. Even Sienna cast a curious glance in my direction.

Benedict straightened in his seat, his gaze locking onto mine. “I can surmise why you’ve barged in here with such urgency,” he said, his tone a mix of authority and curiosity.

I bowed my head slightly, attempting to convey respect. “I mean no offense,” I replied, my voice steady. “But I am singularly focused on my visit today. I cannot leave until I am heard and a solution is found.”