Ran Away Pregnant Came Back Alpha Heiress (Amelia and Damien) novel Chapter 77

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**Night Whispers Forgotten Names – Colin Shah 77**
**Chapter 77**

**Amelia’s POV**

For a while, life settled into a rhythm that felt almost normal. At least, as normal as it could be, given the whirlwind of emotions and events swirling around me—both the uplifting and the distressing.

With Gwen banished from our midst, the atmosphere at work had lightened considerably. Sienna remained a constant presence, but I noticed a shift in her demeanor. She seemed to have dialed back her usual confrontational attitude, especially with Cara in the vicinity. There was a new caution in her eyes, a wariness that kept her words at bay, yet her piercing glares still tracked my movements like a hawk on the hunt.

I was acutely aware that her animosity towards me hadn’t vanished; it lingered like a dark cloud. So, I made a conscious effort to give her space, sidestepping her whenever possible, even though our work required us to be in close proximity.

Yet, amidst the tension, there were moments of joy that punctuated my days. The time I spent with Jake and his family brought warmth and light into my life. It was a balm for my soul, a reminder that not everything was shrouded in darkness. To add to the sweetness of my days, Damien had taken to sending me gifts with surprising frequency.

Each time I had an appointment, he would arrive bearing a thoughtful present, as if he were trying to weave himself into the fabric of my life again. But it didn’t stop there; he began sending packages directly to Jake’s house, which was an unexpected twist.

So far, I had received a beautifully crafted crib, a charming rocking chair, and an array of delightful decorations meant for a nursery. Jake, ever practical, acknowledged that it was high time we began preparing a space for the baby and graciously offered me one of the spare rooms adjacent to mine for this purpose.

However, I sensed Jake’s discomfort with the influx of packages from Damien. Each time a delivery arrived, his expression darkened, and I could see the resentment flicker in his eyes as if each box was a personal affront to him. Yet, he mostly kept his thoughts to himself, choosing silence over confrontation.

Once, he even suggested he could replace the items Damien had sent, but I quickly dismissed that notion. It felt like an extravagant waste of resources. Besides, those gifts were meant for the baby—not for me. That was how I rationalized it. I wanted our child to feel the presence of their father, to know they were cherished, even if it came from a distance.

This routine became my new normal for a time: working at the hospital, skillfully avoiding Sienna’s steely gaze, and receiving packages that reminded me of a complicated past.

Before I realized it, several days had slipped by, and it was time for another checkup.

The night preceding my appointment, Jake pulled me aside after dinner, his demeanor serious. He guided me into his office, a space filled with books and the faint scent of wood polish. He gestured for me to take a seat in one of the plush chairs facing his desk. Instead of settling behind it, as one might in a formal meeting, he chose to sit beside me, his body language open yet tinged with gravity.

Although this setup felt less formal, the weight of the conversation that loomed ahead was unmistakable. I braced myself, sensing the importance of what was to come. I had grown to trust Jake and his family, believing in their intentions to protect me, so I didn’t fear that he would cast me out of the pack.

But the seriousness etched on his face hinted that this would be a conversation of significance.

“Damien will be here again tomorrow,” Jake announced, his voice steady but laced with an undercurrent of concern.

Oh… The mere mention of Damien sent a rush of conflicting emotions coursing through me. Even with all my preparations, I wasn’t ready for the flood of feelings that surged forth at the thought of another encounter with him.

“Dr. Wyatt surprised both of us by bringing him along that first time,” Jake continued. “Since then, he’s been a constant presence. I think we can safely assume he’s here to stay.”

“Yes, it certainly seems that way,” I replied, my voice barely above a whisper.

“I had hoped his visits would be fleeting, which is why I never broached the subject with you before,” Jake admitted. “But now, I need to know how you truly feel about him being here. If you want, I can keep him from crossing the pack lines.”

“And risk starting a war?” I countered, shaking my head in disbelief. “There’s nothing he wouldn’t do to be here.”

“I’d find a way to prevent that without resorting to conflict,” Jake assured me, his gaze steady and unwavering. “But I need you to be honest with me. Are you truly okay with him being here?”