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.

To those doubters, Eve emphasized, “She will not treat you without my consent and presence.”

That seemed to earn some curt nods of acceptance.

Overall, the situation could have been worse, but it also left much to be desired.

Every now and then, I caught sight of Nurse Gwen lurking nearby, her gaze fixed on me. She seemed to relish every challenging moment I faced, which only served to deepen my sense of inadequacy.

Eventually, we reached Sienna’s room. As a patient, she had to be included in our rounds, yet I couldn’t fathom stepping inside with any semblance of authority. After all, it was her attempt to poison me that had landed her here in the first place.

She would never take me seriously.

“I shouldn’t go in there,” I murmured, dread pooling in my stomach. “She despises me.”

“A doctor does not choose their patients,” Eve replied firmly, her voice leaving no room for debate. “You helped save her life, and now you are part of her treatment.”

With Eve’s encouragement, I summoned my courage and followed her into Sienna’s room.

Sienna was awake, spooning pudding into her mouth when she spotted me. Her eyes widened in shock, then narrowed in anger, and she abruptly hurled her pudding cup and spoon onto the table with a resounding clatter.

“What is she doing here?” she shouted, her voice laced with fury.

As I stood there, the weight of Sienna’s hostility washed over me, a stark reminder of the uphill battle I faced in this new world. Yet, beneath the surface of that anger, I sensed an opportunity—a chance to confront not just Sienna’s resentment, but my own fears of inadequacy. I had chosen this path, not merely to prove my worth to others but to reclaim my own sense of purpose. I was not just a human in a werewolf realm; I was a healer, and despite the skepticism I encountered, I had to believe in my abilities. I took a deep breath, reminding myself that healing wasn’t solely about physical remedies; it was also about mending the rifts between us, even if they seemed insurmountable.

In that moment, I felt a flicker of resolve igniting within me. Sienna’s fury was a challenge, but it was also a call to action. I had to show her—and myself—that I belonged here. With Eve by my side, I stepped forward, ready to engage, ready to listen, and ready to heal. I understood now that the journey would be fraught with obstacles, but it was also an opportunity for growth. I was determined to embrace the whispers of doubt and transform them into affirmations of my strength. No longer would I allow the shadows of my past or the judgments of others dictate my future. I would forge ahead, not just for myself but for the child I carried and the pack that had offered me refuge. In this realm of night whispers and forgotten names, I was ready to carve my own legacy.