Ran Away Pregnant Came Back Alpha Heiress (Amelia and Damien) novel Chapter 465

Chapter 465

Amelia’s POV

“I’m needed here. Jake is in trouble and my expertise can help,” I added

“What expertise? You don’t remember anything. How can you possibly know enough about this to help at all? You’ll just be in the way,” Damien snapped harshly.

The words were spoken in anger, but they were cold as ice. As soon as he said them, Damien’s eyes went a little wide, like he shouldn’t have said them. But it was already too late. There would be no taking them back.

They only reinforced my determination to stay. “I’m staying, Damien. You might think my skills from the human realm are worthless, but I know how to research, at least.” I frowned at him, hurt deep in my chest that he was the one I had to speak like this to, because he was speaking as he was to me.

These were the kinds of accusations I expected from the pack wives or other members of the pack, people who never liked me.

Damien was supposed to love me, yet now he was showing his resentment.

I tried to remind myself that I was just collateral damage from his lingering anger over Alpha King Benedict’s judgement, but that did little to ease my pain in the moment.

“Amelia,” Damien said, his voice more restrained now, at least in anger, but still filled with authority. “I need you to be safe.”

“And I need to be here for my brother,” I said.

He glowered at me like he wanted to argue. Hells, with the fire in his eyes, he looked like he wanted to throw me over his shoulder and drag me back with him to the house, just as he did that day from the banquet hall.

“Look around,” I said, softening my tone now, hoping to appeal to his logic, since his emotions were riding so high. “Alpha King Benedict and his full guard are here. Jake’s guard is also here. Your guard are patrolling outside, and you are right here in the waiting room. Really, where I could I be safer than right here, right now?”

A muscle ticked in Damien’s jaw, showing his displeasure, but as he glanced around the waiting room, I hoped he could see that I was right. Even our estate at this moment wouldn’t be as fully protected as this hospital while Alpha Jake was a patient in it.

“Very well,” Damien said at last. “But you will come to me if you get any sense of danger.”

“I will,” I promised.

“And if I sense any, I will override any further argument, and carrying you home if I must.

These were aggravating terms but I couldn’t argue them. Right now this was the best I could hope for.

My anger at Damien helped drive forward my motivation, even as I sat behind a desk, researching online and through medical records, searching for information about the spell that had been used on that knife to hurt Jake and keep him from healing.

My fingers punched the keys on the keyboard with such ferocity that some of the other researchers glanced over

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at me with curiosity and concern. I was too focused to truly care what they thought. I just wanted to help Jake.

And I wanted to avoid thinking about Damien and how infuriating he was currently being.

In my research, I peered through old medical files that were on the hospital database, but Jake’s condition was so rare, I couldn’t find any similar instances. While I was certain he wasn’t the first person to be stabbed with a cursed weapon, perhaps that specific wording didn’t make it to the medical files.

But if it didn’t, how would I know how to find it?

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