Ran Away Pregnant Came Back Alpha Heiress (Amelia and Damien) novel Chapter 316

**Night Whispers Forgotten Names – Colin Shah**

**Chapter 316**

**Jake’s POV**

Panic surged through me as I gripped Amelia’s shoulders, feeling the tremors of her emotional breakdown radiating into my hands. She was unraveling before my eyes, and I felt utterly helpless, my mind racing with questions that hung in the air, unanswered.

For a fleeting moment, it was as if she had slipped away from reality, lost in a realm of her own—a dreamlike state, or perhaps a haunting memory that had resurfaced unbidden. I could see the distant look in her eyes, a gaze that seemed to penetrate through the walls of the present, searching for something long buried.

I steeled myself, preparing for the moment when she might emerge from this fog and share the truth of her experience. But as the tears began to dry and her focus returned, she simply uttered, “It was nothing. I’m fine.”

The words struck me like a thunderclap—a bold-faced lie that felt as heavy as a stone. People didn’t just collapse under the weight of their emotions without cause.

“Did something happen?” I pressed, my voice laced with concern, hoping to break through the wall she had erected around herself.

“No,” she replied, her gaze darting away, avoiding my eyes like they were a mirror reflecting her pain. “I need to clean this up now.”

“Forget it,” I insisted, shaking my head firmly. “We have staff who will handle it.” In the corner of my eye, I noticed a few servants hovering, ready to tackle the mess that had erupted around us.

Normally, Amelia would be the first to lend a hand, to offer her assistance to those who worked tirelessly behind the scenes. Today, however, she seemed lost in her own thoughts, merely nodding in agreement with my suggestion, as if she were a ghost drifting through the room.

“I want to go to my room,” she stated, her voice barely above a whisper. After a moment’s hesitation, she added a soft, “Please.”

I couldn’t summon the energy to argue with her; I simply stepped aside, allowing her the space she sought. My hands remained on her arms, a gentle guide as she navigated the shards of broken ceramics scattered across the floor. She appeared to be ensnared in whatever emotional turmoil had gripped her, oblivious to the physical dangers around her. The last thing I wanted was for her to injure herself in her distracted state.

Once we reached a safer area, I reluctantly released her, my eyes following her as she ascended the staircase, her figure disappearing around the corner like a wisp of smoke.

The servants moved in, armed with cleaning supplies, and I offered them a grateful nod before retreating to my office, my mind still swirling with concern.

As I turned to leave, I spotted Cara lingering near the front door, her presence a welcome distraction.

“Cara, come with me,” I ordered, my voice firm yet tinged with urgency.

She nodded, her expression shifting to one of focus as she followed me into my office. I remained near the door, closing it behind her with a soft click that echoed in the quiet room. Taking my seat at the desk, I gestured toward the chair for her to sit, but she shook her head, opting to stand—a clear indication of her readiness to engage.

“Alpha?” she inquired, her tone professional, a steady anchor in the storm of my thoughts.

It was difficult for me to voice what weighed heavily on my heart, even to Cara, who had been by my side for so long. But Amelia’s recent behavior left me with a gnawing sense of dread that I could no longer ignore.

“There’s something troubling Amelia,” I confessed, my voice low, as if speaking the words aloud would make them more real. “I can’t pinpoint what it is, but…” My mind drifted to the possibility that she might be grappling with the shadows of her past, memories that had long been buried but were now clawing their way back to the surface.

For six years, I had shielded her from harm, and yet now, it felt as if the very ground beneath us was shifting. There had to be a catalyst stirring these memories, something that had triggered this unsettling change.

Without the ability to shadow Amelia constantly, I was left in the dark about what could be causing her distress.

Initially, I had suspected Damien or the girls might be involved, but since I had barred them from visiting, that theory crumbled. There had to be another explanation lurking in the shadows.

This realization forced me to consider actions I would have preferred to avoid, but for Amelia’s sake, I had to take charge.

“I need you to keep a close watch on Amelia,” I instructed, my voice firm. “Follow her, no matter where she goes. Do not let her out of your sight, but keep your distance. She must be engaging in something that is influencing her, and I need to know what it is.”

I felt a pang of guilt for invading her privacy, but the need to protect her outweighed my reservations.

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