Ran Away Pregnant Came Back Alpha Heiress (Amelia and Damien) novel Chapter 145

**TITLE: Night Whispers Forgotten Names – Colin Shah 145**
**CONTENT: Chapter 145**

**Amelia’s POV**

It felt surreal to think that the Alpha King would actually take an interest in my situation. As I knelt down to smooth out the crumpled piece of paper that Damien had carelessly tossed onto my bed, my fingers brushed against the golden seal embossed on it. A symbol of authority, of power, and suddenly, a reminder of how small I felt in that moment.

Just as I was processing the implications of this unexpected turn of events, Damien stormed out of the room, his frustration palpable in the air. It was then that Cara stepped in, her presence a welcome distraction. I wasted no time in showing her the letter, my heart racing as she read its contents. A flicker of satisfaction crossed her face, and I couldn’t help but feel a spark of hope.

“He found a way,” she said, her voice laced with a sense of triumph.

“Who did?” I inquired, my curiosity piqued.

Her gaze met mine, and for the first time, I noticed a flicker of guilt in her eyes. “Alpha Jake,” she admitted, her tone shifting.

In that instant, the realization hit me like a cold wave. “You told him,” I stated, my voice barely above a whisper.

“I had no choice,” Cara replied, her conviction unwavering. “I swore to protect you, and I believed that my Alpha would make the right decision for all of us. He has done just that.” She held the note up, as if it were a talisman of hope.

Yet, doubt gnawed at me. The intricacies of werewolf politics were still a mystery to me, but I was aware of the formidable power wielded by the werewolf king. If Jake had sought assistance from the Alpha King, I knew it wouldn’t come without a price.

Even if it wasn’t outright war, the ramifications were yet to unfold.

Still, a summons from the king was not something one could refuse. So, despite the ache in my heart, I mustered the strength to rise from my bed and began gathering my belongings. A part of me held onto the hope that I wouldn’t have to return to this place.

But the thought of leaving for good struck a deeper chord within me than the pain I was already feeling.

The following morning, my belongings were piled into the back of Damien’s car, and he slid into the seat beside me. I had no clear idea of where the capital was, but I imagined it was quite a distance away.

Perhaps Damien’s choice of car over an airplane was a subtle act of defiance against the king’s summons. We were still complying, still heading toward our destination, yet Damien seemed in no hurry to arrive.

For a while, we sat in silence, side by side, the tension between us thick enough to cut. I tried to focus on the scenery outside, watching as the familiar sights of our town faded into lush forests and towering mountains, each one blending into the next like a never-ending canvas.

In that moment, a small comfort washed over me. Damien being next to me meant he couldn’t be with Claire, and that thought brought me a fleeting sense of relief from the relentless ache that twisted in my heart.

As I gazed out the window, lost in my thoughts, I was startled by Damien’s voice breaking the silence.

“How are you feeling?” he asked, his eyes filled with an unexpected concern.

I couldn’t quite trust what I saw there. Why would he care about my well-being? Wasn’t this very pain what he had wanted for me all along?

“I’m fine,” I replied, the numbness settling in. I had endured this agony before; I could continue to do so.

“Are you comfortable?” he pressed on. “I’ve prepared a blanket in case you get cold…”

“I’m fine,” I insisted again, although I felt a shiver run down my spine at the mention of the chill in the air.

Without waiting for my approval, he reached beside him and unfolded a soft blanket, extending it toward me.

I hesitated, but the allure of its warmth was too tempting to resist. I took it from his hands and wrapped it around myself, grateful for the momentary comfort.

“Truly, Amelia, I’m sorry about your pain,” he said, his tone shifting to something more serious. “I spoke with Dr. Wyatt, and I’ve been trying to figure out who could have switched the vials for your injections…”

“It’s not just the injections,” I interjected, my voice firm.

At my words, his attention sharpened, and I felt like a specimen under scrutiny. “What do you mean? Is someone harming you?” His voice took on an icy edge, growing more intense. “If someone is hurting you, Amelia, you need to tell me. I will make them pay.”

“It’s you,” I stated bluntly. I was done with the games, tired of the endless back and forth. We both knew the truth—he was the one causing my pain. Did he really think that his betrayals wouldn’t affect me just because I was human and not a werewolf?

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