Ran Away Pregnant Came Back Alpha Heiress (Amelia and Damien) novel Chapter 331

**TITLE: Night Whispers Forgotten Names – Colin Shah 331**

**Chapter 331**

**Ethan’s POV**

I had been forewarned about Amelia’s hidden wolf, a creature lurking beneath her human exterior. It was a revelation I had anticipated but dreaded, knowing that eventually, I would be compelled to confront it. Yet, I took solace in the fact that while Amelia’s wolf might possess formidable strength, my own was undeniably stronger.

Having served as a Beta in Damien’s pack for a significant stretch of time, I had honed my skills and resilience. Now, as a rogue, my very existence hinged on the power of my wolf. Every battle I fought, every ounce of energy I expended, was not solely for my survival but for Victoria’s as well. I had a duty to be strong for both her and our growing family.

As Amelia began to shift, I felt the familiar surge of power coursing through me. I embraced my wolf, allowing its strength to eclipse hers, tightening the rope around her neck to assert my dominance.

“Shame…” the growl of Amelia’s wolf echoed in the dim light, her voice a distorted mix of anguish and defiance, choked by the rope and the hybrid state she found herself in. “I know you… She saved you… Yet you still…”

I grimaced, pulling the rope tighter. I had no desire to hear more of her accusations.

The weight of my actions pressed heavily upon me. I loathed being here, torn from my family to confront a vulnerable woman in the depths of the forest. This was not the life I envisioned for myself anymore, especially after the exile that had stripped me of everything I held dear.

I had hoped to bury the past, to build a future with Victoria, my mate and wife, who was now pregnant with our child. The thought of my little one looking at me with fear, knowing their father was a murderer, filled me with dread.

Yet Claire had made promises. She had become a figure of significance, despite her past transgressions. Claire was my only hope for rejoining the pack, for ensuring that Victoria and our child would have a place in a community where they could thrive.

All I needed to do was fulfill this one seemingly simple task for her.

Yet, as I stood there, the gravity of the situation sank in deeper.

“She saved you…” The wolf’s words echoed again, piercing through my resolve.

This was the cruelest twist of fate. Here I was, on the brink of taking the life of the very woman who had once rescued me from despair. Without her, I wouldn’t be here, wouldn’t be able to love Victoria, or embrace the role of a father.

Self-loathing surged within me, a bitter tide of regret. Was this truly worth it? Was a future in the pack worth the stain of blood on my hands?

Or would Claire twist this single request into a never-ending cycle of demands, turning me into her personal enforcer, forever threatening the safety of my wife and child?

No, I couldn’t do this.

Not even for the promise of returning to the fold.

All I wanted was to go home—to my wife, to my family. I refused to do it as a murderer, not even for my sister’s sake.

In a moment of clarity, I released the rope.

Amelia’s wolf seized the opportunity I had granted her and bolted away, fully shifting into her wolf form as she fled.

I didn’t linger. I abandoned the rope and took off, my heart pounding as I sprinted away.

I wouldn’t stop until I had put as much distance as possible between myself and this wretched place, back to my family where I truly belonged. Where I should have never left in the first place.

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**Amelia’s POV**

As consciousness returned, I found myself sprawled on the forest floor, cradled by a bed of damp leaves. My throat felt parched and throbbed with pain. Tentatively, I reached up to touch my neck, feeling the raw skin where the rope had chafed. The memory of my attacker flooded back, and a shiver ran down my spine.

Instinctively, I tensed and scanned my surroundings, searching for any sign of him. Had he truly left? How had I survived?

In the quiet corners of my mind, my wolf, Serena, whispered, “We were lucky…”

Her voice sounded faint and weary, as if she had exhausted her strength to aid in my escape. I sent a silent thank you to her, summoning my resolve to stand. But as I tried to rise, my legs buckled beneath me, and I collapsed back to the ground. I realized then that I was weak.

I must have come perilously close to death.

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