Ran Away Pregnant Came Back Alpha Heiress (Amelia and Damien) novel Chapter 486

Chapter 486

Jake’s POV

After a few days more of bedrest, I took to walking around my house with a cane. I still wasn’t at a hundred percent and got tired easily. The can helped take some of my weight so that I could stand up for longer, and keep going more than I probably should have.

In truth, my chest still ached. Whatever magic had been cast on that carving knife had left some perhaps permanent damage in my heart and on my body. I ran out of breath easier. I wasn’t as strong. If my heart beat too fast, I needed to sit down because I would get lightheaded.

I didn’t know if I would ever be as strong as I was in the past and that frustrated the hell out of me. This weakness left me and my pack vulnerable to challengers and outsiders.

I was in constant contact with Damien and Uncle Benedict, so I knew about the threat of war from the rogues beyond my pack’s borders. I was seriously starting to wonder if I was incapable of properly leading my pack.

At the very least, I couldn’t train with the rest of my pack members. While they were being guided in best ways to punch, kick, and bite, I was trying to learn to go upstairs again without becoming winded.

My parents had become something like my right hands in my healing process. Dad attended to more active and direct Alpha roles while Mom stayed near me, supporting me in more behind the scenes decisions and duties.

Since Mom had been beside me for most of my recovery so far, it was no surprised that she could tell how annoyed I was becoming. After all, I wasn’t making much effort to hide it.

“The pack understands your condition,” Mom said. “No one is questioning your leadership abilities or your dedication to this pack.”

“Maybe,” I told her. “But if I can’t be out there with them on the front lines, fighting, bleeding and dying among them, what good am I?”

“You are plenty good,” Mom said. “You lead them. You take charge.”

“I can’t if I’m not there!” I didn’t mean to snap, especially at my mother, who had been nothing but helpful and supportive these past few weeks. But my frustration had spiked, driven by my own feelings of helplessness. I hung my head now. “Sorry, Mom.”

“You don’t have to apologize to me,” she said, ever the picture of patience and compassion.

“I do when I snap like that.”

She lightly touched my shoulder. “Jake, I’ve raised you. I’ve watched you grow into the strong Alpha you are

now.”

“I don’t feel very strong.”

“But

you are…

” She leaned her head down until she was in my line of sight, and then she smiled at you. “Honey, you take on so much weight all by yourself. You always have. But being able to shoulder the burden alone is not what makes you a good Alpha.

“It’s your empathy. Your ability to see the needs and wants of others around you and how much you strive to

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fulfill those needs and wants. For you family. For your friends. For your pack. You only want the best for all of us. It’s admirable.”

Shaking my head, I still felt lacking.

“Jake, darling. The only flaw I see in you as an Alpha is your sheer stubbornness against allowing anyone to help you,” Mom continued. “It’s not weakness to depend on others as they depend on you. It’s only together that this pack is so strong.”

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