Ran Away Pregnant Came Back Alpha Heiress (Amelia and Damien) novel Chapter 78

**Night Whispers Forgotten Names – Colin Shah**

**Chapter 78**

**Damien’s POV**

In the weeks that followed, as I journeyed alongside Dr. Wyatt, the moments spent with Amelia began to weave themselves into the fabric of my daily life. Each encounter, though fleeting, brought a sense of calm that I had longed for. Gradually, I found myself slipping into a more restful sleep at night, a welcome change from the restless hours that had haunted me before. These slumbers were devoid of dreams, mere intervals of darkness where time slipped by unnoticed, but they were a balm for my weary soul. I awoke feeling a touch more rejuvenated, and that was a victory in itself.

The pack, too, was showing signs of relief. The tension that had once gripped the air around us seemed to dissipate, like fog retreating before the sun. Ethan, my steadfast right hand, appeared less burdened, his brow unfurrowing as he began to question some of Victoria’s earlier proclamations. If Claire had indeed been faltering in my absence, surely Ethan would have broached the subject by now.

No, instead, everything appeared to be progressing smoothly, as if the universe was aligning in our favor. Amelia responded warmly to the small tokens I had been bringing her—trinkets and little gifts that spoke of my affection. Her smile, when it lit up her face, was like a sunrise banishing the shadows of night. It stirred something deep within me, a longing I had almost forgotten existed.

I often found myself daydreaming about a future where Amelia would return to my side fully, where she could grasp the depth of my love for her and our unborn child. If only she could release the chains of hurt she still carried over Claire and that child, perhaps we could forge a new beginning.

In my mind’s eye, I envisioned treating her as the queen she was meant to be, and our child as a prince or princess, destined for greatness. Together, we could raise them alongside the child Claire would eventually bear us, creating a tapestry of family that wove us all together. It was a dream I clung to fiercely, and it all began with these small gestures of love. Every hope I harbored for our future rested on these fragile beginnings.

Just then, a sudden knock on the door shattered my reverie, pulling my attention upward. “Yes, Ethan?” I called, bracing myself for whatever news he bore.

“Sir, we’ve just received word from the southern border,” he replied, his voice steady but laced with an urgency that set my heart racing.

“Out with it then,” I said, my body instinctively tensing. The sight of Ethan looking so haggard was a clear indication that this was not a trivial matter. I felt the familiar grip of dread tightening around me, preparing for the worst—a feeling all too familiar in the realm of werewolf politics.

“Sir,” Ethan continued, his expression grave. “It’s an invasion.”

In an instant, I was on my feet, adrenaline surging through my veins. “Prepare our forces. We will leave at once. Are there warriors engaged in battle? What does the situation on the ground look like?” I barked, my mind racing through the possibilities.

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