Ran Away Pregnant Came Back Alpha Heiress (Amelia and Damien) novel Chapter 6

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**Night Whispers Forgotten Names – Colin Shah**
**Chapter 6**

**Amelia POV**

As I slowly regained consciousness, the sterile scent of antiseptic filled my nostrils, and I blinked against the harsh fluorescent lights above me. My heart raced with confusion as I struggled to piece together my surroundings. Where was I? What had happened? The memories surged forth like a tidal wave, overwhelming me with the weight of despair and fear.

The realization hit me like a punch to the gut: Damien was not by my side. The absence of his comforting presence felt like a void in my soul. In the past, he would have been right here, holding my hand, whispering reassurances that everything would be okay. But now, everything was irrevocably altered, wasn’t it?

A visceral urge to flee surged through me, a primal instinct to escape this place, but I hesitated, anxiety gnawing at my insides. What about the baby? I could still feel the lingering pain in my abdomen, the cramping that had seized me just before I lost consciousness. Was it merely hunger, or was it something more sinister?

Just then, the door creaked open, and my heart skipped a beat. For a fleeting moment, I dared to hope it was Damien, my rock, my protector. I had grown so accustomed to seeking solace in him that the thought of facing this turmoil alone felt unbearable. Breaking that habit would be a monumental challenge.

But it wasn’t him. It was Dr. Wyatt, her expression serious as she approached my bedside. She took my hand gently, her grip firm yet reassuring.

“Everything’s alright, Luna Amelia,” she said, her voice steady. “But you came dangerously close to having a miscarriage. You must take care of yourself, and so must Alpha Damien.”

I noted the formality in her address, the title that still lingered despite the chaos surrounding me. A part of me wondered how long that would last, and what story they had spun for her about the events that had unfolded.

My wrists and ankles bore the evidence of my ordeal, bandages wrapped tightly where the ropes had chafed my skin raw. What had they told her to explain those marks?

As she began to outline a series of instructions for my recovery, I felt a swell of urgency rise within me. “Dr. Wyatt, please listen to me. Whatever they told you happened, the truth is I was trying to escape. Claire is also pregnant with Damien’s child, and they intend to make that child his rightful heir.”

The shock on Dr. Wyatt’s face was palpable, her eyes widening in disbelief. It struck me then that, given the doctors Claire had surrounded herself with, Dr. Wyatt might be the only one in this hospital who was unaware of the sinister plan to ensure Claire bore Damien’s heir.

A wave of realization washed over me, and it left me breathless. Dr. Wyatt was my doctor—she treated me with genuine care and respect, unlike others in the pack. It made sense that they would shield her from the truth, wanting to protect her from the tangled web of politics that surrounded us.