Ran Away Pregnant Came Back Alpha Heiress (Amelia and Damien) novel Chapter 272

**TITLE: Night Whispers Forgotten Names – Colin Shah 272**
**CONTENT: Chapter 272**

**Damien’s POV**

I found myself staring at Claire, my mind reeling as if she had sprouted a second head. The audacity of her question caught me completely off guard, a mix of disbelief and anger swirling within me. How could she even think to demand such a thing after everything she had taken from me?

“That was never part of the deal,” I said, my voice steady but laced with a simmering tension.

“It was… implied,” she retorted, her tone casual, as if she were discussing the weather rather than the gravity of her request.

“No,” I replied, shaking my head firmly. “I reinstated you into the pack and forgave you for your heinous actions against the mother of my children. But there was never any mention of helping you carve out a career for yourself, especially a political one within the pack council.”

“So that’s it, then? You just won’t help me?” she asked, narrowing her eyes as if trying to pierce through my resolve.

“You can’t possibly think that I would.” My frustration bubbled beneath the surface, and I fought to keep my voice even.

“You should recognize the strength within me. I possess perseverance and determination that few can rival. I never allow anything to obstruct my desires,” she declared, her voice rising with conviction. “These are qualities that could be invaluable to the pack. It’s a pity you refuse to even consider that.”

“What I consider,” I shot back, my voice low and dangerous, “is how you orchestrated the murder of my mate.” The growl that slipped out was involuntary, a primal reaction to the memories that haunted me. I hadn’t meant for it to escape, but the thought of Amelia’s tragic end ignited a fury within me.

I could hardly bear to imagine how terrified Amelia must have been in those final moments, alone and in pain, as her life was cruelly snatched away.

The urge to tear Claire apart surged through me, a visceral need to unleash the rage that had been festering since that awful day.

My growl deepened, a warning that hung heavy in the air. Claire’s complexion paled slightly, her bravado faltering for just a moment before she cleared her throat and regained her composure.

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