Ran Away Pregnant Came Back Alpha Heiress (Amelia and Damien) novel Chapter 209

Chapter 209

Amelia’s POV

I was feeling restless at home. That wasn’t unusual. Since my leaving the hospital, I’d felt a type of call. It was hard to understand, but I felt like something was pulling me away from this estate. It could have been where my heart felt like home really was… But I had no way of knowing that for sure.

When the restlessness became too much, I went for walks, hoping the eventual ache in my legs would end whatever silly romantic notions lingered in my heart about some double life I might have been living before my attack.

It didn’t help that when I thought of home, sometimes images of that fantasy man from my dreams would fill my mind. I didn’t even know if that man existed. He could have been a figment of my imagination, made up in my head to help deal with my loneliness.

Yet, when I left the safety of the estate, I couldn’t stop myself from looking around, searching for his face among those I passed on the street.

Today, my trek led me downtown, where the buildings were closer together and generally taller. At the center of this part of town was a church to the Moon Goddess. I’d never been inside of it, that I could recall, though I must have been once.

This was supposed to be my hometown, so why did I feel like I was lost on these streets I should have known so well?

Maybe actually going into the church would help me remember something, so making up my mind, I turned toward the church and then went in through the front doors.

The place was empty, but still decorated. Bouquets of lilies hung from the end of every pews. At the end of the center aisle, a pedestal had been arranged with a small box on top. Curious, I walked closer.

As I neared, I slowed, realizing what this was.

A funeral.

“Annette,” said a voice behind me. I turned, surprised to see Jake at the door. He jogged lightly toward me. “What are you doing here?”

“I thought coming into the church might trigger some memories,” I said, a half-truth. I decided to say nothing about the call of home or my search for the mystery man from my dreams. “Was there a funeral here today?”

“Yes,” Jake replied. He touched my arm. “Let’s get you out of here. You shouldn’t be around such sad things when you are healing.”

“Who was it?” I asked.

“Oh,” Jake said then paused like he had to think about telling me. Was there some reason he wouldn’t want to? Did it have to do with my falling out with the family? “You wouldn’t remember her,” he said at last.

Her.

I wondered who she was, how old she was, what kind of life she had. Did she know me, before I lost my memories? Did I know her? Had we been friends?

Jake didn’t want me to be sad, so I tried not to be. But I hated not being able to remember the life I had before. In many ways, it left me hollow. There were key pieces of me missing, and until I recovered those pieces, I would

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never be whole.

“Come on,” Jake said, urging me forward. “Let’s get out of here.”

I lingered though, even as he started to walk away. “I should pay my respects to the dead,” I said.

He turned around, coming right back to me. “You don’t have to.”

“I should. It’s only right.”

“Annette, please.” He frowned. “It pains me to see you in a place like this.”

I didn’t want to upset him, especially since past me must have, for me to be not included in the family photos at home.

Looking back at the box of ashes, I gave a short and silent prayer to the Moon Goddess to guide that fallen into her warm embrace.

“Let’s go,” Jake said, sounding a little short. Was he in some kind of hurry?

“What’s the rush?” I asked him.

His mouth pressed hard together. “No rush. I’m just trying to look out for you.”

Oddly, I wasn’t sure if I believed him. There were times in the past few days, where I had questions about the things he said, but typically I still went along with it. This time, I felt myself react differently.

This time, I keenly felt like he was hiding something from me.

But what?

Damien’s POV

I stayed in the hospital for only a little while. Dr. Wyatt loaded me up with a care package until I could get Amy back to my pack and get her settled. I had a nursery already set up, stocked with diapers and bottles at home. I’d have to get some formula, but we could stop on the way, or I could send one of my staff out to buy what we needed.

Still, the package was nice, and it gave Martin and Lilian time to say goodbye to Amy.

I promised them they would meet again, which pleased them both, then I started the short walk back to the church, where my car was still parked.

As I walked closer, gently scenting the air, I held my daughter close to me. She was calm in my arms, looking up at me with bright, curious eyes. She couldn’t stop staring at me, but the feeling was mutual. I couldn’t stop looking back down at her either.

Yet, when I walked closer to the front of the church, I froze, my gaze snapping upright. I looked around, my heart beating frantically.

I could have sworn I just scented Amelia.

But how could that be? She was dead.

Still, I tested the air again, scenting her. Nearby.

I followed the direction of the scent. It seemed to be leading into the church.

Could it be?

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I didn’t know how, but I was willing to believe anything. If Amelia was here…

If this was all some kind of hoax…

I didn’t care if it meant she was alive.

In a rush, I pushed open the doors to the church and moved inside.

The scent ended here, but there was no sign of Amelia.

Or anyone else.

The church was entirely empty.

Whatever that feeling was, that scent, I must have imagined it. The only piece of Amelia that was here in this room was her ashes, still on the pedestal. And her daughter curled up in my arms.

Not even her picture remained.

I tried to be strong for Amy’s sake, but still, a name escaped my lips, thick with longing, “Amelia…”

Amelia’s POV

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