Ran Away Pregnant Came Back Alpha Heiress (Amelia and Damien) novel Chapter 326

**Night Whispers Forgotten Names – Colin Shah 326**

**Chapter 326**

**Jake’s POV**

A few days had slipped by since that tense phone call, and now, Sienna stood at the threshold of our home, her presence a welcome distraction from the heaviness that had settled over me. Inside, Amelia remained locked away in her room, not out of necessity, but rather as a silent act of defiance. It was as if she had chosen to stage her own little rebellion against the world outside, and I could only watch helplessly.

It was her choice, after all. She could harbor whatever feelings she wished towards me—anger, resentment, or even hatred. As long as she was safe within those four walls, I could shoulder the burden of her feelings. But with every passing moment, it felt more and more like I was losing her, like I was watching my sister slip through my fingers.

The thought of her fully understanding my plans filled me with dread. If Amelia ever learned of my intentions to sever the bond between her and Damien, I feared it would shatter the fragile connection we still shared. They were like a toxic mix, two elements destined to destroy each other. Even in their ignorance of being mates, their connection was already wreaking havoc.

The only way to save them both, to give them a chance at happiness, was to break that cursed bond.

As I opened the door, Sienna greeted me with a bright smile, clutching a hefty textbook against her chest. “I have some answers for you.”

“Come on in,” I replied, glancing back to ensure Mom and Dad were preoccupied. They had approached the door to welcome Sienna too, but their curious expressions made me uneasy.

“What’s going on?” Dad asked, his brow furrowed with concern.

“Nothing to worry about,” I reassured him, ushering Sienna into my office and shutting the door firmly behind us.

Sienna’s eyes widened slightly at our parents’ reaction. “You didn’t tell them?” she asked, her voice a mix of surprise and concern.

“I don’t want to burden them with this,” I replied, my tone resolute. The act of breaking mating bonds wouldn’t earn me any goodwill from the Moon Goddess, and I had no intention of dragging my parents into the darkness of this situation. Even Sienna, as much as she was helping, I wanted to protect her from the fallout. Yes, she was diving into the research, but ultimately, the weight of the actions would fall squarely on my shoulders.

I silently hoped the Moon Goddess would look kindly upon Sienna. As for myself, I expected no mercy.

“Tell me what you’ve found,” I urged, redirecting her focus.

With a nod, she approached my desk and flipped the book open to a page she had marked. The pages were yellowed and frail, crinkling under her fingertips, and the script was unlike anything I had seen—almost as if it had been penned by hand long ago. A flicker of curiosity sparked within me, but I chose to keep my questions at bay.

“There’s a ritual,” she began, her voice steady. “You need to gather a few special ingredients, recite some words, burn a few items, and it should work.”

“It can’t be that straightforward,” I countered, skepticism creeping into my tone.

“Well…” She hesitated, her gaze drifting momentarily.

“Sienna, I need the truth,” I pressed, my impatience rising.

“Some of the items you’ll need are… personal,” she admitted, her voice dropping to a whisper. “A lock of hair from both of them, something they’ve recently touched, and something that reminds them of each other—a picture would suffice. Then, you burn it all and recite the incantation. That should do it.”

While some of those items seemed challenging to acquire, it felt achievable. Yet, a nagging doubt lingered in my mind. Something as monumental as severing a mating bond should not come so easily.

Sienna’s eyes darted away from mine, a subtle indication that she was withholding more information.

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Not fully trusting her to divulge everything, I lowered my gaze to the book, scanning the text.

“What’s this part?” I asked, pointing to a warning about the pain that the participants would endure. “Would this pain be inflicted upon me while performing the ritual?” I secretly hoped it would be, even though my instincts told me otherwise.

Sienna pressed her lips together tightly, clearly wrestling with whether to share the truth. Finally, she sighed and relented. “Yes, it won’t be pleasant for Damien and Amelia. But isn’t it better than them staying together? They’ll hurt for a while, but then they can start fresh.”

The notion of causing Amelia any pain twisted my stomach into knots, but she was right. A moment of suffering now could spare her a lifetime of anguish, trapped in a cycle of hurt with the man who had caused her so much pain.

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