Ran Away Pregnant Came Back Alpha Heiress (Amelia and Damien) novel Chapter 60

**Night Whispers Forgotten Names – Colin Shah**

**Chapter 60**

**Jake’s POV**

“Stop!” The command erupted from my lips, slicing through the thick tension that enveloped us like a heavy fog. My companions froze instantly, their movements halted by the urgency and authority in my voice. A few members of our group had already crossed the border, including Dr. Wyatt and a nurse, their expressions a mix of determination and concern as they pressed forward. On the opposite side stood Damien, a dark silhouette against the dimming light, flanked by his enforcers—men I recognized all too well, the very embodiment of his ruthless regime.

Damien had clearly plotted to slip through the border unnoticed, but here he was, brazen and unapologetic, wearing his identity like a badge of honor. As I advanced toward him, I couldn’t help but notice how he squared his shoulders, his posture radiating an intimidating confidence that threatened to overshadow my own.

He was a formidable presence, no doubt about it. But I was equally resolute, my heart pounding with a mix of dread and determination.

“No one mentioned you would personally escort the doctor,” I stated, my voice steady, though beneath the surface, my heart raced with the gravity of the situation.

We stood across the border, our gazes locked in a fierce battle of wills, neither of us willing to yield an inch.

“No one said I wouldn’t either,” Damien retorted, his tone dripping with defiance, a smirk dancing on his lips that only fueled the fire of my anger.

“Such matters should have been formally addressed,” I replied, irritation bubbling just beneath the surface, my patience fraying with each passing second.

“Why, Jake? Are our packs at odds?” His smirk was infuriating, as if he thrived on the discord that simmered between us.

“Don’t play the fool. You know full well that the air between our packs is thick with tension,” I snapped, my voice sharp as a blade, cutting through the charged atmosphere.

A low growl rumbled from Damien’s chest, reverberating through the stillness that enveloped us. “Because you are hiding my mate.”

“She needed sanctuary, and I provided it,” I countered, unwilling to let him twist the narrative to suit his agenda. It was his cruelty that had driven Amelia away, forcing her to seek refuge within my pack, away from the torment he had inflicted on her. “If you had been a better mate, she wouldn’t have had to escape.”

The growl that escaped him was louder this time, more menacing, and I could feel the heat of his fury radiating off him in waves.

I was playing with fire, and I was acutely aware of the peril I was courting. Provoking Damien was always a gamble, and to do so now, when he was clearly on the edge of his control, felt like a reckless move. The last thing I wanted was to ignite a full-blown war between our packs; the aftermath would be catastrophic for both sides.

Yet Amelia mattered to me in ways I struggled to articulate. The way Damien had treated her, the way he had dismissed her, ignited a fierce anger within me. For him to stand here now, acting as if he had any right to see her in her most vulnerable state—pregnant and in desperate need of medical care—was utterly unacceptable.

“I only wish to enter your pack to see the condition of my mate and pup with my own eyes,” Damien said, each word laced with barely contained fury. “I will not harm her. I care for her deeply, despite what you might believe. She is my mate.”

Sympathy for Damien was a foreign concept to me, especially knowing the pain he had inflicted on Amelia. The thought of her, a lone human, pregnant and vulnerable in a world dominated by werewolves, filled me with a cold rage.

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