Ran Away Pregnant Came Back Alpha Heiress (Amelia and Damien) novel Chapter 442

Chapter 442

Jake’s POV

Frustration clawed around inside of me, pulsing through my veins and consuming my thoughts. I absolutely hated that no matter how hard I tried, I just couldn’t find these fugitives.

We were already patrolling the border, keeping roadblocks on all roads in and out of the pack lands. We routinely searched through every town, every city, every shopping center and forest. All of my guards had samples of Claire and Sienna’s scents.

Was there something more I could have been doing?

It just made no sense for them to have vanished like this. Surely, by now, we would have caught some trace of them at least. Instead, it seemed as if they had disappeared into thin air.

Leaving my post at the border, I returned to my office, hoping to try to research fresh ways to hunt them down. They had to be receiving help, that much was a given. And if it was Ruth who was helping them, how would she have been able to make them vanish?

She was an older werewolf, so she might have some experience in something. But what possible way could she have helped them do this?

I was running out of patience and out of time.

Just as I sat down at my desk, my legs thanking me for the moment of rest, my Beta dropped a file on the desktop in front of me.

“What’s this?” I asked.

“Everything we could find on Ruth,” he told me. “Including who we suspect is her real identity.”

At once, I flipped open the folder and began to comb through.

At the front of the folder were documents of the Ruth I knew, including a recent picture made for the estate’s registrar. Per the head housekeeper’s notes, Ruth was a dutiful servant. She took direction well, and was respectful and silent to the family. She never complained but also was a bit standoffish, it seemed.

The head housekeeper noted that Ruth wasn’t social with any of the other servants, even during the times they were allowed to be like at meals or after hours.

She kept to herself but was diligent, which was enough to make her a good servant. Being social wasn’t a requirement.

It also didn’t mean she was guilty.

I flipped forward a page, seeing a much older photo of a much younger Ruth. This must have been when she first arrived. She’d lost some weight since then, it seemed.

This report was much more telling, however.

Ruth was pregnant, suspected to be a runaway. My mother, in her great kindness, welcomed her anyway. With her generosity, my mother hadn’t realized she’d likely accepted a traitor into her house.

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But if Ruth wasn’t from the pack, where was she from?

The following pages showed the documents of a different woman, this time going by the name of Rachel. The only photo of her was patchy at best, but I could see some resemblance.

This Rachel had the same birthday and the same blood time. And the timeline aligned.

Rachel had been exiled from the pack by my grandfather six years before she showed up again pregnant on my family’s doorstep. My grandfather had been gone by then, and I doubted my parents remembered to make the

connection.

But if Rachel was Ruth, where had she been those six years.

The next page gave the answers I sought.

Rachel had been assimilated into the rogues, fighting and stealing for them

My stomach sank as new anxieties unfurled themselves within me.

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