Ran Away Pregnant Came Back Alpha Heiress (Amelia and Damien) novel Chapter 156

Chapter 156

“Then don’t,” I told him, with more confidence than I felt. It would be so much easier to have him at my side. I wasn’t even sure where we were now, let alone how to get back to the capital. “Go back to your pack, or do whatever you want. But I’m going.”

Turning from him, I immediately started walking along the side of the street. I made it a few yards before he called out.

“Wait! Amelia, wait!”

I paused, allowing him time to catch up. As he walked over to me, he placed his hands on his hips and shook his head.

“I can’t believe I’m doing this, but fine. I’ll help you.”

“You will?” I ask.

“I don’t think I have a choice,” he said. “You are my friend, and if I don’t help you, you probably wouldn’t even make it to the capital.”

I lifted my chin slightly in defiance. “You don’t know that.”

“I do,” he said, then nodded down the road, the way I was heading. “That’s not the right way.

Damien’s POV

Sitting in the dungeon, I quietly reflected on my life and the fate that awaited me. When I’d heard the Alpha King had demanded my execution, I’d been filled with more annoyance than fear. I’d had so much left to do with my life. I wouldn’t even get to see my children.

The pack would be okay, I was sure of that. There were many strong people who I’d worked with who I could trust to lead the pack in my stead.

It was only the loss of my family that I mourned for.

Yet, knowing it was because I was here that Amelia was free, I had unlimited courage to face the fate that awaited me. Let the executioner’s axe find my neck so long as Amelia was free from it, off living her live, raising our daughter. Free, happy, and safe.

“You have guests,” one of the guards said, pointing at me through the door.

Guests? Who could possibly want to see me here?

Uncertain, I rose from the bench and walked toward the door. All the other prisoners gave me a wide berth. They’d been frightened of me since they met me.

Good. I wasn’t here to make friends.

To my surprise, Claire and Victoria were waiting on the other side of the door. They looked around themselves fearfully while they clutched each other.

This dark and dirty place was not somewhere a pair of refined werewolf ladies should be.’

“You shouldn’t be here,” I told them.

“Neither should you,” Victoria said. “Brother, please, apologize to the King. Beg him for your life if you have to.”

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“I have my pride,” I said.

“Please, Alpha,” Claire said. She placed a hand on her growing stomach. “For your heir. She’ll need her father.”

I huffed a breath. “Then find someone to raise her, Claire. I will not be swayed in this.”

Unwilling to hear anymore, I turned away from them and returned to my

Claire’s POV

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