Ran Away Pregnant Came Back Alpha Heiress (Amelia and Damien) novel Chapter 302

**Night Whispers Forgotten Names – Colin Shah 302**

**Chapter 302**

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**Damien’s POV**

As I pulled into the parking lot of the restaurant nestled within Gray’s pack territory, a wave of anticipation washed over me. I found a spot along the road and cut the engine, my heart racing with a mix of excitement and anxiety. Stepping out of the car, I made my way to the entrance, and there she was—Annette. She stood poised, bathed in the soft glow of the evening lights, clad in a stunning navy blue cocktail dress that hugged her form perfectly. The fabric clung to her curves while the hem flirted with her thighs, showcasing her long, graceful legs. I found myself momentarily captivated, rooted to the spot, my breath caught in my throat as I drank in the sight of her.

I wanted to savor this moment, to appreciate her beauty before she turned and caught me staring.

But as fate would have it, her gaze flicked in my direction, and a radiant smile broke across her face, making my heart leap.

Gods, she was breathtaking. There was something about her that reminded me so much of Amelia, a haunting familiarity that both thrilled and terrified me. I mentally chastised myself, my heart racing with reckless abandon. This isn’t a date. She might not be Amelia. We don’t have the right to feel this way about her—yet.

Yet, despite the clarity of my thoughts, I had found myself compelled to heed Stacy’s advice and stop to buy flowers. The bouquet of lilacs and violets, while perhaps not perfectly matching her elegant dress, felt like a gesture worth making. As I extended the flowers toward her, her eyes sparkled with delight, as if I had presented her with an exquisite diamond bracelet.

“Damien,” she exclaimed, her voice a melody that filled me with pride. The joy in her tone made my heart swell. “These are so beautiful. You shouldn’t have.”

“It was actually Stacy and Amy’s idea,” I admitted, feeling a bit sheepish. Without the girls’ encouragement, I might never have thought to do something so charming.

Annette accepted the flowers with a warm smile, her eyes dancing with gratitude. “Then you must convey my thanks to your daughters as well.”

“I will,” I promised, feeling a connection forming between us.

She leaned in, inhaling the sweet fragrance of the blooms, and in that moment, she closed her eyes. A look of sheer bliss spread across her face, leaving me breathless and yearning. I longed to be the reason for that happiness, to be the one who could bring her such joy—not just through flowers, but through my presence.

My hands itched to touch her, and my lips ached to claim hers.

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