Ran Away Pregnant Came Back Alpha Heiress (Amelia and Damien) novel Chapter 33

**Chapter 33**

**Amelia POV**

The security guard dashed away from us, his footsteps echoing against the sterile walls of the mall, and an unsettling weight settled in my chest. My breaths came in sharp, jagged gasps, each one feeling like a struggle against an invisible force tightening around me. Panic washed over me like a tidal wave, leaving me gasping for air.

“Amelia, look at me,” Lillian urged, her hands firmly gripping my shoulders, grounding me. I could see the determination in her eyes as she waited for me to focus on her face. “There is no way—no way—I’m going to let anything happen to you. We’re going to get you out of here, okay?”

I locked my gaze onto her calm, confident eyes. Although our friendship was still in its infancy, I felt an overwhelming surge of trust in that moment. The tightness in my chest began to loosen, and I managed to draw in a deeper breath, nodding in response.

“Good. Now, don’t worry. Leave this to me,” Lillian assured me, her voice steady and reassuring.

Taking my hand, she guided me down the dimly lit hallway, past the restrooms and offices, toward a door that would lead us into the parking garage adjoining the mall.

The atmosphere was charged with urgency, as people hurried around us, their faces etched with fear and anxiety. It was evident that the news of Alpha Damien’s relentless search had spread like wildfire, and everyone was eager to distance themselves from the chaos. No one wanted to be caught in the crossfire of his determination.

When we finally reached Lillian’s sleek town car, she opened the back door with a swift motion. “Get in here, hurry,” she urged, her voice laced with urgency.

“But—” I hesitated, glancing at the spacious backseat. It seemed too exposed, too vulnerable as a hiding place.

“It’s okay, just trust me,” Lillian insisted, her tone brooking no argument. “The windows have a slight tint, and I’m going to cover you with our shopping bags. Stay still and let me handle everything else.”

With no other viable options racing through my mind, I climbed into the backseat and settled onto the floor, allowing Lillian to drape the shopping bags over me. She removed her long, light sweater and placed it over my head, artfully arranging it as if she had simply tossed it there after a long day of shopping.

As Lillian maneuvered the car toward the exit of the parking garage, I held my breath, trying to remain as still as possible. When Damien’s inspection team halted us, my heart raced, and I barely dared to exhale.

Lillian came to a stop and rolled down her window with an air of authority. “What is the meaning of this?” she demanded, her voice sharp and commanding. I had never heard her sound so…imperious, so regal.

“Apologies, Luna, but we have orders to search every vehicle leaving this building,” the guard replied, his tone respectful yet firm.

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