Ran Away Pregnant Came Back Alpha Heiress (Amelia and Damien) novel Chapter 264

**Chapter 264**

Damien and I kept a vigilant watch over Annette as she made her way back to Mom and Dad. Once I was sure she was safely in their midst, Damien turned to me, a glimmer of excitement in his eyes.

“Shall we?” he asked, his voice low and inviting.

I placed my free hand gently on his shoulder, feeling the warmth of his skin beneath my palm. His hand found its way around my waist, pulling me closer. Together, we began to sway, the music wrapping around us like a soft, inviting blanket.

Damien took the lead with an effortless grace. The first thing he did was guide us away from Ian, who was still lingering nearby, his eyes fixed on us, and a low grumble escaping his lips. I could sense the tension in the air, thick with unspoken words and lingering jealousy.

**Damien’s POV**

Annette looked absolutely stunning in her gown. The fabric shimmered like moonlight on water, a dazzling silver that caught the eye with every movement. The bell-shaped skirt flared out gracefully, while the bodice clung to her curves in a way that was both tasteful and alluring. Delicate, puffy sleeves draped over her shoulders, framing her face beautifully, while the neckline dipped just enough to hint at the swell of her breasts.

Though I had loved my late wife deeply, I was still a man, and I couldn’t help but appreciate the sight before me. A flicker of annoyance coursed through me at the thought of other men—like Ian—being allowed to gaze upon her. He had no right to be this close, to look at her in this way. A quick glance down her figure revealed far more than I wished him to see.

Determined to focus on her face, I shifted my gaze upward. It was a face I knew intimately, Amelia’s face, a visage that held my heart captive even more than her physical form ever could.

Amelia would have thrived in an event like this. The glamour of dressing up, the rhythm of dance, the clinking of glasses filled with laughter and good cheer—these were the moments she would have cherished.

Regret washed over me like a cold wave, a sharp reminder of all the times I had kept her hidden away from gatherings like this one. I had been so consumed with fear over how my fellow werewolves would treat my human wife that I neglected to see how much I was denying her the joy she deserved.

Amelia had always been resilient, her spirit unyielding, yet I was not blind to the way the whispers and sideways glances from my pack had affected her. They viewed her humanity as a flaw, a weakness unworthy of my love, unworthy of being my wife or the Luna of our pack.

In my misguided efforts to protect her, I had only succeeded in isolating her. Instead of standing by her side, I had unwittingly aligned myself with those who belittled her existence.

Perhaps, deep down, despite my profound love for her, I had been more ashamed than I was willing to admit—that my Luna was a human. After all, I had chosen to have children with Claire, thinking a werewolf heir would be stronger than one born of a human mother.

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