Ran Away Pregnant Came Back Alpha Heiress (Amelia and Damien) novel Chapter 288

**TITLE: Night Whispers Forgotten Names – Colin Shah 288**

**Chapter 288**

The head of the council, a figure of authority draped in a long, flowing robe, raised his hand to silence the murmurs that filled the room. “There,” he declared with a sense of finality. “Now, we will proceed with the election. Those who are in favor of allowing Claire to join our esteemed council, please say aye.”

The atmosphere was thick with tension, and I could almost feel the weight of their apprehension pressing down on me. Despite my looming presence, which often instilled fear in the hearts of many council members, they all responded in unison, their voices ringing out in a chorus of “aye.” Not a single one of them dared to dissent, though I noticed that most averted their gazes from me, as if my very stare could burn. The hands of the council member closest to me trembled slightly, a telltale sign of his unease.

It struck me then—how fiercely their loyalty to Claire’s parents must run, stronger than I had anticipated, to allow this outcome to unfold so easily. “And those opposed, say nay,” the head of the council continued, his voice steady as he scanned the room. He paused for what felt like an eternity, but no one dared to voice an objection. “The ayes have it. Welcome to the council, Claire.”

Claire shifted her attention to the assembly, her gaze sweeping across the faces of each council member. When she spoke, her voice was clear and confident, making direct eye contact with each of them as if she were forging a bond.

“Thank you,” she expressed earnestly. “It is truly an honor to not only be considered for this position but now to join you in the vital task of shaping and enhancing the wellbeing of our pack.”

A low growl rumbled at the back of my throat, but it was swallowed by the thunderous applause that erupted for their newest member. The sound echoed around the chamber, drowning out my inner turmoil.

**Amelia’s POV**

With Ian no longer in the picture, Jake had taken it upon himself to become my relentless matchmaker, determined to find me someone new, someone better. It was almost laughable—the sheer number of men he introduced me to on a daily basis was staggering.

Each day brought a different man for breakfast, brunch, lunch, afternoon tea, and dinner. No matter where we found ourselves, Jake always had someone ready to meet me, as if he were orchestrating a grand parade of potential suitors.

It felt as though he was throwing every eligible bachelor he could think of in my direction, hoping that one would spark something within me.

But the truth was, I simply didn’t feel anything.

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