Ran Away Pregnant Came Back Alpha Heiress (Amelia and Damien) novel Chapter 229

Chapter 229

Damien’s POV

The show started, the actors coming out on stage, the orchestra blaring, but I couldn’t concentrate on it at all.

Instead, my attention stayed on that mysterious woman down in the seats.

Unlike when we had seen her in the woods, this time, I could openly stare at her, taking in every inch of her face. The light was dim, but my Alpha eyes let me continue to see things clearly. Even the darkness couldn’t hide the similarities from me.

I was entirely captivated. That face was Amelia’s face. The hair and eye color were different, though, which led me to believe that there had to be other differences too.

As much as I wanted Amelia to come back to me, I knew she was gone. I had seen her ashes. And even if that had been some kind of trick, Amelia would have never given up her child, not even to me. She wouldn’t have just disappeared for six years while her baby grew up without her.

This couldn’t be Amelia. There was simply no way.

And yet, when she glanced up at me, my breath caught.

I felt like I was seeing a ghost.

Amelia’s POV

As I was trying to enjoy the musical, I had the strangest feeling like I was being watched.

It wasn’t by Ian this time. I glanced and he was watching the show. The people on the other side of me were also paying no attention to me.

So why was I feeling this way?

I tried to center myself. Since my werewolf was dormant, I didn’t have the same kinds of abilities that other werewolves had, but if I concentrated, maybe I could tell where this feeling was coming from.

My heart led my gaze to the right and then up toward one of the box seats.

There, illuminated by the lights of the stage, I saw my fantasy man, and he was staring straight at me.

My heart leapt in my chest as the heat rose in my face. I glanced away, trying to focus on the show, but I only made it a handful of seconds before my gaze was drawn right back to him.

He was still watching me.

Under that gaze of his, I felt drawn to him, like a moth to a flame. I wanted to stand and walk closer. I wanted to climb up the walls until I could be near enough to touch him, to hold him.

That wasn’t normal. This was a man I had never met. I shouldn’t want to be so close to a stranger.

Yet, though we had never met in person to my knowledge, he had been the star of my dreams for six years. It was difficult to admit that I didn’t truly know him, when I’d been making love to him every night in my dreams.

My body was already responding, growing hot. At the same time, my embarrassment amplified tenfold.

My heart wanted to be close to this man, but my brain knew that was outrageous. He was a stranger, whether I dreamed of him or not, and I was humiliating myself by allowing myself to react.

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Yet, as much as I tried to ignore him, I couldn’t. My attention kept being pulled right back to him.

I hated myself.

Determined to get over this, I decided to I needed to get up, go to the bathroom, and splash some cold water on my face. I knew it wasn’t good theater etiquette to get up while the show was going on, especially this close to the beginning.

But this felt like an emergency. Hopefully the people around me would understand.

Leaning over, I whispered to Ian, “I’m sorry. I have to use the bathroom. I’ll be right back.”

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