Ran Away Pregnant Came Back Alpha Heiress (Amelia and Damien) novel Chapter 483

Chapter 483

Damien’s POV

My pants were still down around my ankles. Amelia was mostly naked, except for her skirt, which had been. crumpled up at her waist.

This wasn’t the time to have a conversation about Amelia clearly having had Jeffery’s business card in her pocket. Yet, as I found it on the desktop near her hip, it wasn’t a conversation we could avoid having either.

I looked from the card to her face. She was looking away from me, dodging my glance. Guilty.

She’d known I wouldn’t like this, and she still held onto it. I had told her Jeffery was delusional and she should just forget him, yet she still was holding onto this card.

“You don’t need this,” I said. “You don’t need him. He’s a snake oil salesman, dishonest and fake. Whatever you think he will do for you, he won’t.”

She covered her chest with her arms.

Her skin was a beautiful reddish pink, still flush from our lovemaking. Any other time, I would have held her and loved her in the wake of our sex, reaffirming our bond and our trust. At this moment, however, I found that I could not be as gentle and kind as I wanted to be, as I usually was.

“I want to get dressed before we talk about this,” she said.

That, at least, I could respect. I, too, would rather have this conversation with my pants pulled up. Stepping back, I gave her the room she needed to adjust herself. Her panties were ruined but hopping off the desk, she straightened down her skirt and pulled on her bra and shirt. Her shirt was wrinkled and stayed wrinkled despite her attempts to smooth it out.

Meanwhile, I pulled up my pants, tucking myself away. I wished I had my shirt, but it was back in my own office. Nearby was a cleaning rag that a housekeeper must have forgotten. I grabbed it now and lightly cleaned off the mess we had made, before pocketing the rag and Amelia’s ruined panties.

The room still smelled like sex. There was no helping that.

Amelia went to one of the windows in the room and opened it, perhaps in an effort to air things out. That might work, in time, but any werewolf in a mile radius was going to know what we did here. For her benefit, I didn’t mention it. No one would say anything to either of us, I was sure.

When we were finally sorted, at least as well as we could be, she turned to me with a stern expression and I knew our conversation could continue.

“I looked Jeffery up online,” she said. “I know he’s reputable and you are lying to me.”

I straightened a little, swallowing hard.

“I’m mad about it,” she said, “but a bigger part of me wants to know why you would lie to me about this. What are you so afraid of, Damien?”

As an Alpha, I had very few fears. My strength and speed was exceptional. There was little that could physically harm me for long.

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But I did worry for my children, and for my mate. My biggest fear, in already having lost Amelia, was to lose her a second time in a way that she wouldn’t come back from this time.

I couldn’t tell her that, though. If she knew I had thought she was dead… If she knew that she had left me with no desire to come back… If she remembered how I had hurt her by having Stacy with Claire…

She would leave me again. I was sure of it.

For now, I kept my mouth shut.

She persisted, “Did something happen in the past six years that you don’t want me to remember?”

I couldn’t answer that either.

“Things are perfect now,” I said, “Why do you keep pushing for this? Why can’t you just be happy with the way things are?”

“It’s my past, Damien. I should be allowed to remember it.”

“Even if it tears us apart?” I snapped, unable to help myself.

“Is that what would happen?” she asked. “It doesn’t seem possible. What terrible thing could be hanging over us that would threaten to tear a love like ours apart?”

“It doesn’t matter anymore,” I said, realizing too late how much I had slipped up here, giving her more information than I had ever intended. “Put Jeffery and the past six years out of your mind. They don’t matter anymore.”

Lifting the business card, I tore it up into tiny pieces, then tucked that too into my pocket, not even wanting to give her the chance to puzzle the pieces back together.

“I forbid you from talking to Jeffery,” I said, then turned before she could argue it.

“Damien,” she said, annoyance in her voice.

I moved to the door, opened it and stepped out into the hallway.

She followed me into the hallway, but seeing the other people about, she stopped. She didn’t seem willing to talk about this in front of others, for which I was glad. This was our personal matter, and I could use that

unwillingness to my advantage to avoid the topic altogether.

She stayed near the doorway as I continued down the hallway away from her.

Amelia’s POV

I watched Damien walk away from me. Avoidance was how he always seemed to handle this issue. It was frustrating but I couldn’t make him have a conversation he wouldn’t have.

He must have felt so confident when he ripped up that business card, like he was solving the issue through that single dominant action.

He had no idea that I had already saved Jeffery’s contact info into my phone.

His actions made me even more determined to restore my memory. Whatever he was hiding, I had to know. If I

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didn’t, if I kept living in the dark, could I even say that I truly loved him? There was a hole in my memory, in our memory together. Without knowing what it was, did we truly know each other?

I moved back into the empty office, closing the door behind me. Right then and there, I found Jeffery’s contact info in my phone and called him.

“Hello?” Jeffery said on the line.

“Jeffery, this is Luma Amelia.”

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