Ran Away Pregnant Came Back Alpha Heiress (Amelia and Damien) novel Chapter 149

**Chapter 149**

Wrapping my arms tightly around my waist, I turned away from the other prisoners, seeking solace in solitude. A chill of fear coursed through me, a visceral panic not only for my own safety but for the fragile life growing within me. The weight of uncertainty pressed heavily on my chest.

If these other prisoners had been trapped in this dismal place for an extended period, did that mean I too was destined to linger here indefinitely? Was this the fate that awaited those branded as witches by the King? It felt surreal, the way I had been snatched from the world above without so much as a chance to plead my case before being plunged into this suffocating darkness.

Surely, there had to be some sort of examination they could conduct to prove that I was not, in fact, magical. At the very least, didn’t I deserve the right to legal representation? Or perhaps a werewolf equivalent of an attorney?

Regret gnawed at me, a bitter reminder of my ignorance towards the werewolf legal system. It seemed that their disputes were settled with teeth and claws rather than through civilized discourse. As a mere human, I found myself at a severe disadvantage in this savage realm.

But what options did I truly have?

I couldn’t simply resign myself to this pit, especially with my child on the way. I needed my doctor, my treatments, and I would be damned if I allowed my child to be born in such a hellish place.

Would they take her from me?

Would they assume she was a witch too, destined to suffer the same fate as her mother?

As I wallowed in despair, desperately searching for a way out, I belatedly noticed that the other prisoners had edged closer, their presence a looming shadow over my already fragile state.

“There’s something peculiar about this one,” remarked an older woman, her voice rough and gravelly. She seemed to have seen many seasons, her face etched with the lines of hardship. “She smells… human…” A moment later, her eyes widened in realization. “Not just that. She’s with child.” Her hands clapped together in delight. “I’ve always wanted a baby.”

“What makes you think you’d be the one to keep it?” retorted another prisoner, a male voice cutting through the air with a sharpness that sent a shiver down my spine. He charged forward, shoving the older woman aside with a fierceness that startled me.

“Why wouldn’t I?” the aged woman shot back defiantly. “I’ve been here the longest. Anything new that arrives belongs to me, and there’s nothing newer than a baby.”

“Speak for yourself,” the younger man interjected, stepping closer, his tone dripping with menace. “Better to lose that human child now than for it to be born down here. It’s too cruel for a baby to live in the dark.”

I bristled at his tone, my heart racing with unease. His words carried a weight of violence, an undercurrent of a threat that chilled me to the bone.

I couldn’t help but wonder what sins these prisoners had committed to end up in this forsaken place, lost and forgotten in the shadows.

Then, I noticed a figure near the metal door, his gaze piercing through the gloom, assessing me and then the others with a keen awareness. “Be mindful of that one,” he warned, his voice low and cautionary. “I’ve heard the guards whisper. They say she is a witch.”

The older woman gasped, taking a few steps back, while the younger man moved in closer, emboldened by the revelation.

“All the more reason to end it, here and now,” he growled, his eyes glinting with a dangerous fervor.