Ran Away Pregnant Came Back Alpha Heiress (Amelia and Damien) novel Chapter 219

Chapter 219

Damien’s POV

As our car drove up to Claire’s, I pulled into the driveway behind the enforcer who was presently charged with watching her. Claire might not have been healthy for exile, but she was still under house arrest.

When I first pushed for that, I had received some kickback from the pack about confining a sickly woman, especially one who had been so beloved by the people of the pack. But when I reminded them that Claire had conspired to kill Amelia, who was now dead, those dissenters quieted.

They went entirely silent when Claire’s own parents took my side, complimenting my mercy. They had loved their daughter until the end, but not what she had done, and made that abundantly clear to all who would listen.

It was a shame, truly, for a family that had before been held in such high standing within the pack to have fallen so far. Now that the parents were gone, the children had no hope of clearing that name. Eventually, it was a name that would fall into obscurity, of no fault but Claire’s own, and that of the brother she had manipulated into following her.

It was difficult not to hold tightly onto those old grudges as I exited the car then went around to open the door for my daughters. They hopped out of the same side, Amy following Stacy. I held my hands out, taking one of each of theirs. Then, together, we walked toward the house.

“Alpha,” said the enforcer at the door. He opened the door for us, then stood to the side to allow us entry.

I nodded at him, then walked into the house. The lights were off except for in the living room, which was where Claire must have been. I led the girls there now.

Claire sat in her wheelchair, with it rolled up in front of the couch. With a once over, I noticed she was looking rather green today, and her eyes were dark and sunken.

I felt no sympathy for her, even when she was like this. Any empathy I had at all for her situation, was strictly toward her parents who hoped every day that their daughter would be well again. Even now, after their deaths, I felt sorry for them, and how it seemed like Claire might join them soon.

Claire cast her own tired gaze over me before spotting Stacy.

“Stacy, there you are,” Claire said, smiling. Even sickly, Claire was a conventionally attractive woman. Her sickness only gave her a more fragile demeanor, that certainly would have appealed to any male in the pack.

Except me, as I had only loved my wife.

If she hadn’t wasted time chasing me and had gone with a different man instead, everything could have been different now.

Though, I knew I was to blame as much. If I hadn’t allowed myself to be convinced to have a child with her, I could have spared myself a lot of trouble. Maybe Amelia would even still be alive.

But I wouldn’t have Stacy.

Hindsight and regret were cruel things, especially when there didn’t seem to be any easy answers.

“Come over here, girl,” Claire said. “Come and let me see you.”

Stacy looked up at me.

I continued holding her hand, giving her no direction one way or the other. She could stay just where she was, and

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I wouldn’t say a word against it.

But, of her own accord, she released my hand to walk closer to Claire.

“You are looking well,” Claire said. “How are your studies going?”

“Fine,” Stacy said.

“Come now,” Claire said. “You can call me Mom.”

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