Ran Away Pregnant Came Back Alpha Heiress (Amelia and Damien) novel Chapter 210

Chapter 210

Amelia’s POV

“Annette,” Jake said, his face growing stern. “How do you know that name?”

“I heard it,” I said.

“Where?”

“Just now,” I said, glancing behind me. We were alone on the street, which made me feel foolish. Had I imagined someone saying ‘Amelia?’ But why would I do something like that? And why would that name resonate so much with me? “I thought I heard it…”

“You should forget that name,” Jake said, frowning.

I couldn’t do that, not when it sounded so familiar to me. Did it have some connection to my past? Maybe if I knew more about it, I could finally start putting together the pieces of my memory that were just outside of my reach, hidden within the fog of my amnesia.

And then there was the voice that said the name. It had been soft, carried to me as if on the wind, but it had been familiar too.

The voice and the name stirred something deep within me. Yet, the harder I tried to think about why I felt so connected to these things, the farther away from me the answers seemed.

It was all terribly frustrating, to know something was important, but to not fully understand the why.

“It’s a pretty name,” I said.

“It is,” Jake agreed.

“But you are sure it doesn’t mean anything to me?”

He glanced away from me. “I didn’t say that. I just said you should forget it.”

“Then, who is she, Jake? Who is Amelia?” In my desperation, I stepped toward him. I couldn’t keep the eagerness out of my voice. “Who is she to me?”

Jake was quiet a moment. His eyes closed, like he was debating with himself. Yet, before I could think he might refuse to say anything more, he opened his gaze and looked at me again.

“That funeral we were having,” Jake said. “It was for Amelia.”

“Oh…” I said. So I did know her. Then there had to be some reason I was excluded from the funeral, and I doubted very much it was because I didn’t remember her. She had to be someone who I fought with. Had I falling out with her as I did with my family?

I wished I could remember, but the harder I tried to remember, the more my head started to hurt.

I hadn’t walked very far to get here, but already I was feeling tired. All of this felt like too much for me. Healer Eve had warned me not to push myself too much, too soon. In trying to remember Amelia, I must have been doing just that.

Lifting both hands, I rubbed my temples with my fingers and tried to regather my splintered thoughts. It was difficult though, with the migraine coming on.

“We should get you home,” Jake said. Closing the distance between us, he wrapped his arm around me and started

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to lead me back down the sidewalk.

“Maybe I could just sit down for a minute inside of the church,” I said.

He shook his head before I even finished talking. “You would be more comfortable at home,” he said, somewhat insistent as he continued to lead me back towards home.

I supposed that was true, but it still felt strange that he would be as pushy as this. What was the harm in sitting down for just a minute in some air conditioning?

Unless what he really wanted was to get me physically away from the church. Maybe I truly had hurt Amelia in terrible ways. In leading me away, he might have been trying to do his best to preserve Amelia’s space and honor her memory.

Not for the first time, I wondered what kind of person I had been to have distanced myself from so many people I should have cared about.

I could only try to be better now, and that meant following Jake’s lead. As I trusted him implicitly, if he thought I should go home, then I should go home.

Even so, as we were walking down the sidewalk, I couldn’t resist looking behind us once, back up the sidewalk to the church.

I didn’t see anyone, but I still had the strangest feeling like I was leaving someone behind.

Damien’s POV

On

my

knees in the middle of the aisle in the empty church, looking up at the pedestal that still held the box of Amelia’s ashes, I felt each and every crack as my heart tore apart.

Every day since she had been taken from me, I had been drowning, trapped in an ocean of grief. For a few days, seeking revenge, I had sought out and found purpose. But now that revenge was sated, what was left for me?

Where did I go from here?

How was I supposed to keep going without the woman I loved beside me?

For werewolves, the mating bond was sacred. When it was broken like this, so fiercely and violently, it often gave the one left behind a certain level of insanity. I knew I was teetering in that, even if no one was bold enough to tell

me so.

I knew, without purpose, I would eventually go back to the wild.

The little girl in my arm cooed a little then. Startled from my grief, I glanced down at her to find her big blue eyes looking up at me. She blinked a few times, then waved her little arms. One of those tiny hands of her touched my chest right over my heart. She cooed at me again, then babbled and smiled.

That innocent happy smile lit a fire inside of me, that burned away any desire to run, to hide away from the pain. In fact, looking at her, the pain was much more manageable entirely. It was like a dull ache, ever present, but in the back of my mind.

This little baby – my daughter – suddenly became my whole world.

She needed me to take care of her. Without Amelia, she needed someone to raise her properly, to love and care for her as Amelia would have.

I might have lost Amelia, but our daughter never had a chance to know her at all. If I gave into the mate-sickness,

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then she wouldn’t know her father either.

I couldn’t allow that.

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