Ran Away Pregnant Came Back Alpha Heiress (Amelia and Damien) novel Chapter 150

**TITLE: Night Whispers Forgotten Names – Colin Shah**

**Chapter 150**

**Amelia’s POV**

I pressed myself tightly against the cold, unforgiving wall, my heart racing as I sensed the approach of the man. Fear coiled around me like a serpent, squeezing my breath away. I knew I had to protect myself and my unborn child at all costs, yet deep down, I yearned to avoid any confrontation. The prisoners here were werewolves, formidable beings whose strength far exceeded my own. A fight would be a desperate gamble, one I was not sure I could win.

The younger man continued to advance, his movements predatory. His hands were outstretched before him, fingers curled into menacing claws, and I could see the glint of malice in his eyes.

“Stay back!” I shouted, my voice trembling yet defiant. “I will fight back if I have to!”

He laughed, a cruel sound that echoed in the dim light of the cell. “What will you do, little witchy? How do you propose to stand against me?” His words dripped with contempt, each syllable a reminder of my vulnerability. “What makes you think you have the right to bring another little witch into this world? You are a vile, terrible creature.”

A figure loomed at the cell door, its presence a shadowy silhouette. “She might curse you,” it warned, a hint of caution in its voice.

“I’m already cursed,” the younger man spat back, his voice filled with bitterness. “How long have I been down here, rotting away, forgotten by everyone? What more could possibly be done to me that hasn’t already been inflicted?”

His hopelessness sent a chill down my spine, igniting a new wave of fear within me. He sounded so hollow, so stripped of humanity and the morals that once defined him. My mind raced—was he truly capable of killing me? Would he strike at my stomach, aiming to harm my child?

Was that fate less cruel than being condemned to this darkness for eternity?

No, I refused to accept such despair. I would not surrender.

“I haven’t been forgotten,” I declared fiercely, masking my fear with a surge of anger. “My… friends…” I hesitated, nearly letting slip the word “mate.” But they will come for me, and if you dare to hurt me, they will not be kind to you.”

The figure at the door spat on the ground, his disdain palpable. “Again, I ask you, pretty one. What could be done to me that is worse than what I’ve already endured?”

If he was beyond reason, then it appeared a confrontation was inevitable. I would fight to protect my child. Human or not, I wouldn’t allow him to harm me without a struggle. I was no warrior, but for the sake of my baby, I would do anything.

I just hoped it would be enough. My body was already weakened by pain. Standing upright, trembling with fear, felt like an insurmountable challenge. I hadn’t rested in what felt like ages.

I swayed on my feet, the edges of my vision darkening as exhaustion and dread clawed at my consciousness.

Why did it hurt so much right now? Was Damien with Claire at this very moment? Had he managed to sneak her into the palace to be near her?

But he had professed such loyalty before the king, insisting he was not abusing the mating bond, declaring his fidelity to me…

Yet the pain…

The pain!

“What could be worse than this?” the man pressed, his voice a venomous whisper.

“Death…” a low, gravelly voice growled from the darkness, sending a jolt of shock through the room.

Everyone jumped, their heads swiveling in search of the speaker. Even the man closest to me, who had seemed so confident, now looked unsettled.

“Who said that?” an old woman demanded, flailing her arms in the shadows.

“That is my mate you threaten,” the voice declared, growing closer and louder with each word. “That is my child you dare to label an abomination…”

“Y-you must be some coward, hiding in the shadows,” the threatening man stammered, his bravado faltering. He remained oblivious to the creature looming behind him, while the others in the cell instinctively recoiled, giving way to the approaching figure. “Show yourself!”

And then I faced a choice I never wanted to make.

I couldn’t allow Amelia to be accused of that man’s death or her own escape. To give her the best chance at freedom, the best hope for a safe future, someone had to take the blame.

Despite my best efforts, Amelia had suffered alongside me, enduring pains that were foreign to her under Jake’s care.

“You have to keep her safe,” I urged Jake through the opening, my voice low but urgent.

“Of course I will,” he replied, though skepticism flickered in his eyes. As an Alpha, he could likely see the blood staining my hands.

Time was slipping away. I longed for a drawn-out goodbye with my beloved, but she needed medical attention, and I had to return to the scene of the crime.

Gently, I lifted Amelia’s unconscious form through the opening. Jake on the other side carefully took her from me, cradling her in his arms.

A surge of jealousy flared within me, but I pushed it aside. More pressing matters demanded my focus.

“Get her help,” I instructed urgently.

“You’re staying…” Jake said, realization dawning on him, his voice distant.

“I’ll buy you time,” I replied firmly.

Jake regarded me with newfound respect, a flicker of understanding passing between us, despite our rivalry.

“Go,” I urged, turning away from them and stepping back into the engulfing darkness, ready to face whatever fate awaited me for my actions.