Ran Away Pregnant Came Back Alpha Heiress (Amelia and Damien) novel Chapter 53

**Night Whispers Forgotten Names – Colin Shah**
**Chapter 53**

**Amelia’s POV**

Without a moment’s hesitation, Gwen spun on her heel and stormed away, her frustration crackling in the air like static electricity.

A heavy weight settled in the pit of my stomach as I watched her retreating figure. Today was not the day for her to hear my side of the story. If I wanted to show her—and everyone else—that I could truly be a healer, even if it meant relying on traditional human methods, I had to let my actions speak louder than words.

With that determination coursing through my veins like fire, I pressed onward, attempting to shake off the unease that Gwen’s outburst had stirred within me.

However, as I wandered the seemingly infinite hallways of the hospital, searching for Eve’s office, my nerves began to unravel. Each wrong turn felt like a small defeat, and with every passing moment, doubts began to slink into my mind like shadows creeping along the walls. Was I genuinely equipped for this role?

I yearned to assist the pack that had offered me sanctuary during my darkest hours, but what if my efforts were met with skepticism or outright rejection? Maybe it would be easier for everyone if I simply retreated to the safety of Jake’s house, away from the watchful eyes of those who might not welcome me.

But no, I refused to succumb to that kind of thinking. The hospital was in desperate need of more hands, more healers. They were short-staffed, and I knew I could offer something valuable here. Even if my knowledge was limited to a basic understanding of medicine and a willingness to listen, that still counted for something.

Despite Gwen’s harsh words and the whispers of doubt echoing in my mind, I clung tightly to the belief that I could make a difference.

After what felt like an eternity of wandering, I finally stumbled upon the right room.

Eve sat behind her desk, engrossed in scribbling something on a sheet of paper—perhaps a prescription or some urgent matter that demanded her attention. She didn’t immediately lift her gaze, but her voice cut through the silence, steady and devoid of inflection.

“Gwen mentioned you were here about ten minutes ago,” she remarked, her tone betraying an undercurrent of annoyance. “What delayed you?”

I sensed the irritation in her voice, but I didn’t want to place the blame on Gwen; I was an eternal optimist at heart, hoping to win Eve over by showcasing my potential as a healer. Reporting Gwen’s behavior would only serve to undermine my goal.

“I apologize,” I replied, striving for sincerity, my heart racing slightly. “I must have taken a wrong turn somewhere.”

Eve exhaled softly, a sound that hinted at her frustration. “I hope this isn’t a common occurrence for you.”

“It’s not,” I assured her, a hint of desperation creeping into my voice. “Now that I know where to go, I promise I won’t get lost again.”

Finally, she lifted her gaze to meet mine, and I felt a rush of vulnerability as I searched her unreadable expression. “I won’t sugarcoat this… Amelia, was it?”

“Yes,” I confirmed, my heart pounding in my chest.

“Amelia, this path won’t be easy. The staff here are stretched thin, and the patients are acutely aware of it. Long wait times breed impatience, and stress levels are high. You’ll encounter those who oppose you simply because of who you are—or perhaps, who you aren’t.”

She signed her name one last time, setting her pen down with a finality that made my stomach twist. “You may have already felt that.”

I fell silent, choosing to protect Gwen, but perhaps I was really shielding myself from the harsh truth.

Eve didn’t linger long for a reply before continuing. “If you can replicate the skills you demonstrated when we saved Sienna, I believe you will thrive here. My goal is not to discourage anyone willing to assist, whether they are werewolf or human. But I want you to be prepared for the challenges ahead.”

Since my arrival in the werewolf realm, I had faced a barrage of dismissals from many werewolves. At times, I felt so underestimated that it was a miracle Damien had even seen potential in me.

I often found myself contemplating whether it would have been better if he had simply walked past me that day instead of stopping to engage in conversation.

Yet, despite the turmoil, I couldn’t regret my love for Damien. We had shared countless moments of happiness, and that love had blossomed into the life growing within me—a child I already cherished deeply.

Still, I couldn’t shake the thought of how much simpler things might have been if he had chosen to walk away.

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