Ran Away Pregnant Came Back Alpha Heiress (Amelia and Damien) novel Chapter 286

**Night Whispers Forgotten Names – Colin Shah 286**
**Chapter 286**

I could almost feel my wolf’s exasperated sigh echoing in the recesses of my mind. “Yes, you possess it,” it murmured, a hint of resignation lacing its tone. “I will assist you in safeguarding these secrets from Alpha Jake, but we must tread carefully—both regarding your physical safety and the fragile state of your heart.”

A knot tightened in my stomach as I contemplated the weight of that promise. Could I truly commit to such a thing? After all, my heart had already begun to dance dangerously close to love for Damien. Still, I resolved to give it my all. “I’ll do what I can,” I replied, my voice barely above a whisper, hoping fervently that my efforts would suffice.

For the moment, that seemed to placate my wolf. It fell silent once more, yet I could sense its presence lingering, a steadfast companion nestled in the back of my mind.

**Damien’s POV**

Seated in my office, the promise I made to Annette loomed large in my thoughts, a constant reminder of my commitment. I was determined to find a memory healer for her, but it had to be someone exceptional—someone worthy of the task. Annette deserved nothing short of the finest care, especially after enduring neglect for far too long.

It baffled me that Jake could have denied her the chance of memory therapy. Even if she turned out not to be Amelia, the woman I desperately hoped she was, Annette still had the right to reclaim her memories, whatever shape they might take.

For Jake to withhold that from her felt like an affront, as if he fancied himself a stand-in for the Moon Goddess herself. As Alphas, our duty was to lead and guide, not to obscure the truth, to weave lies, or to shroud someone’s personal history in secrecy.

The tragedy surrounding Amelia had left scars—not only on Jake but on me as well. I could empathize with Jake’s desire to shield Annette from pain, yet that did not justify his actions.

I had to admit my motivations weren’t entirely altruistic. Gods, how I yearned for Annette to be Amelia, to have her return to me. Even if she wasn’t, the thought of helping someone close to Amelia rediscover herself was a consolation I could cling to.

I resumed my search online, sifting through countless pages of potential candidates. Yet, none felt right. I couldn’t quite articulate what I was searching for, but I envisioned someone not only skilled in healing but also deeply knowledgeable—a researcher who understood the intricacies of memory.

Just as I was about to dive deeper into my quest, a knock echoed through the room, disrupting my thoughts.

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