Ran Away Pregnant Came Back Alpha Heiress (Amelia and Damien) novel Chapter 317

**TITLE: Night Whispers Forgotten Names – Colin Shah 317**

**Chapter 317**

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**Sienna’s POV**

“I’ve been eagerly anticipating your emergence from the shadows to finally reach out,” Claire remarked with a hint of smugness in her voice. “It was only a matter of time before you found yourself in over your head.”

A wave of irritation washed over me, and I clenched my jaw, already dreading this conversation. Claire and I had never seen eye to eye. Our past was littered with conflicts, and I had always considered her tactics overly aggressive and reckless. Back then, I had felt trapped, as if I had no alternative but to comply with her schemes.

For the past six years, I had relished the freedom from that weight, convincing myself that I had finally escaped Claire’s grasp.

She was meant to be in exile, far removed from our lives.

Yet here she was, cunningly maneuvering her way not only back into the pack’s good graces but also securing a position on the pack council. The sheer audacity of it left me bewildered.

And now, just like the old days, I found myself with no other option but to seek her out.

To safeguard my own future, I had to be willing to consort with dubious characters, and no one fit that description more than Claire herself.

As much as it pained me to acknowledge it, she was absolutely correct in her assessment. I was indeed in over my head, and I needed her assistance to navigate this treacherous situation.

“You’re right,” I admitted, the words tasting bitter on my tongue.

“I know I am,” Claire retorted, her tone sharp. “And let’s skip the pleasantries. I already know Amelia is alive. I’m assuming your family has been hiding her in plain sight under the name Annette?”

Her revelation struck me like a bolt from the blue. How could she possibly know all of that? She could have been making educated guesses, but deep down, I sensed there was more to her knowledge than mere speculation.

“You can be honest with me,” Claire pressed. “It will expedite things significantly.”

“I’ll share everything I know if you agree to help me,” I countered, trying to keep my voice steady.

“Of course, I agree,” she replied. “I believe our interests align, Sienna. But you must be forthright if you want my assistance.”

The idea of relinquishing so much power to her gnawed at me, but given the circumstances, I felt cornered.

“Fine,” I conceded reluctantly. “You are right. Amelia is Annette. She survived the attack thanks to her wolf manifesting, but she’s lost her memories. My family has kept her hidden, terrified she might reconnect with Damien.”

“We can’t allow that to happen,” Claire declared, her voice firm.

“My greater concern is that she will regain her memories and expose me,” I confessed. “I couldn’t care less about Damien or whatever schemes you have brewing.”

“Don’t underestimate me,” Claire warned. “As I said, our goals are aligned. You want Amelia to forget, and I want her as far from Damien as possible. We are on the same path.”

“She’s already starting to remember,” I admitted, sharing the recent developments: Amelia’s assistance to Stacy and how Damien had enlisted Jeffery and me to help Amelia uncover her past. I recounted my failed attempts to do this alone, including the moment Amelia’s wolf, Serena, had intervened.

“When are you supposed to see her again?” Claire inquired, her tone shifting to urgency.

“She has an appointment today,” I replied. “She should arrive any moment now.”

Claire cursed under her breath. “That doesn’t give us enough time to devise a plan. For now, you’ll have to bide your time.”

“But what if she remembers more…?” I asked, anxiety creeping into my voice.

“Do whatever it takes to prevent that,” Claire instructed. “I’ll formulate a plan for us. But for now, you must stop this, no matter the cost.”

Our eyes locked, and I noticed her startled reaction as she realized I was watching. She jumped, and in an instant, the folders slipped from her grasp, scattering their contents across the floor.

“Oh!” she exclaimed, her voice filled with surprise as she bent down to gather the disarray.

In addition to her undeniable beauty today, I noticed a hint of nervousness in her demeanor, especially around me. I was curious about the cause, but I decided to hold my questions for another time.

But now, witnessing her nerves, I couldn’t help but wonder if something had transpired while she was at home.

Perhaps during her memory therapy session, she would reveal more. For now, I knelt beside her, helping her collect the scattered papers.

“You really don’t need to do that…” she said, her voice soft. “It was my mistake…”

“I don’t mind at all,” I reassured her, my heart racing as I quickly retrieved a few of the stray pages that had fluttered my way.

As we both crouched on the floor, our hands instinctively reached for the same page, and in that moment, our fingers brushed against each other. A jolt of electricity surged between us, and instead of recoiling from the sensation, I found myself yearning for more.

I looked up, meeting Annette’s gaze, and it felt as though I could peer straight into her soul.

It was as breathtaking as her outward beauty, and within that gaze, I could discern her unspoken affection for me.

The urge to lean in closer overwhelmed me, to bridge the gap between us and feel her warmth envelop me.

I didn’t know what this meant for me. All I knew was that I craved her presence and hoped she felt the same pull toward me.

In that moment, all other thoughts faded into oblivion.

I could only see her, and deep within my heart, I knew she was meant for me.