Ran Away Pregnant Came Back Alpha Heiress (Amelia and Damien) novel Chapter 158

Chapter 158

Damien’s POV

As I waited for the guards to call me to bring me out to the block where I will face the executioner’s axe, I did some sit-ups on the ground. Some might have thought the exercise to be pointless, but for me, it helped me stay focused, keeping my mind and heart cleared.

I was not afraid of death, especially in giving my life so that my mate could be free. I could almost see her now, safe back in her mortal realm. Maybe she would return to medical school and be that human doctor like she wanted. I hoped our baby would be born healthy and strong.

If nothing else, I wanted her safely away from werewolf politics. Too often had they ended up with Amelia hurt, but emotionally and physically. My only regrets were the parts I played in her distress.

I wished I could have seen earlier how much my actions had hurt her. Perhaps in my death, I would find atonement and she could at last forgive me.

I hoped she would look fondly back on our time together, even with our hardships and mistakes.

I was at peace with everything now and continued my exercises until at last, the guards finally called my name.

Standing, I huffed a breath, then walked to the door of the cell. The other prisoners slunk back, not even now wishing for me to see their faces. They had to know I was marching to my death, yet still they were afraid of me.

The guards however looked me straight in the eye, which for them, seemed like a show of respect. Perhaps they appreciated that I wasn’t cowering, that they didn’t need to drag me out of here like they might have had to do with other prisoners.

I wasn’t a coward, and I had my pride. I’d walk my way to the end, and greet Death like an old friend. With all the werewolf fights I’d been involved with, perhaps this was overdue. There were many times when I should have died but was spared by mercy or sheer dumb luck.

Now, my luck ran out.

Thanks, Moon Goddess. It was a hell of a ride while it lasted.

The guard opened the door and then shackled my wrists together.

Following the guard, I climbed up the long spiraling staircase up into the sunlight. The brightness burned my eyes, and after lifting my shackled hands for shade, I blinked a few times to help clear it.

The moment I stepped out into the courtyard, I could hear the rumble of the crowd beyond.

The Alpha King wanted to make an example of me then. I couldn’t say that I was surprised. Supposedly I was the ensorcelled Alpha who committed treason by saving a witch from a dark and dank pit.

Forget that the ‘witch’ was my wife and that she was carrying my child.

At the front of the courtyard, an executioner’s block was arranged there at the base of a grand fountain. How amusing. Decadence and death together in one glance.

The common folk, the onlookers, were arranged beyond that point behind a rope fence. Many people had gathered for this, more than would even be able to see the act itself. Those with weak stomachs probably elected to sit in the back, not wanting to witness my beheading first hand.

Nearer the fountain, a throne was arrange for the Alpha King himself to sit. Around him were other chairs for his

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council, presumably. I recognized Jake’s father Martin there, looking green in the face. The man was no coward, he’d seen a lot of combat on his own.

Perhaps the nature of this event was getting to him, knowing how unjust this all was.

I couldn’t presume, and in the end, it didn’t really matter to me.

The guards urged me forward, pushing me to the block where the executioner waited, a black mask over his face and a large, sharp, silver axe held with both hands.

I shoved over the guards and moved forward on my own. When in position, I lowered myself to my knees.

“Alpha Damien,” the Alpha King said, not bothering to stand on his throne. “You are accused of treason, among other various acts of defiance against this monarch and its subjects. The punishment for these crimes is death. Executioner, proceed.”

“Wait!” screamed a sharp voice from the crowd. It had to be loud to be heard above the rest, and the rabble only grew because of it. “Damien! Please, don’t!”

“…Amelia?” I turned my head toward the crowd, searching for her face among the slew of people there.

A pair of guards stepped forward.

“Don’t be difficult now,” said one of them, gripping me by the shoulder. “It’s almost the end. Keep your damn dignity.”

My dignity could be damned if Amelia was close.

“Damien!” came her voice again, even louder than before. Then, I saw her, roughly pushing her way to the front of the crowd, with Jake’s help. He did most of the pushing, with her following behind him in his wake. “I don’t want you to die!” she screamed.

Her eyes were on me, and even from this distance, I could see the sincerity and passion in her eyes.

She came back. For me.

It was difficult to keep my heart from soaring in that moment.

The second guard placed his hand on my opposite shoulder and both together tried to push me forward.

On the way here, I had been ready to die.

But now, seeing Amelia, knowing she didn’t want me to…

I would fight to stay alive. For her, if not for myself as well.

With a growl, I tapped into my Alpha strength, and shoved the guards backwards as I hopped up onto my feet. Gritting my teeth, I yanked my arms apart, splitting the chain of the shackles so fiercely that it burst, freeing me.

Then, turning toward the crowd, I dashed forward just as Jake made way for Amelia to hop the rope barrier and

come to me.

I opened my arms just as she flew into them. She clawed at my shoulders, holding on for dear life as I wrapped my arms around her.

“Don’t do this,” she said, her voice shaking and wet.

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