Ran Away Pregnant Came Back Alpha Heiress (Amelia and Damien) novel Chapter 80

**Night Whispers Forgotten Names – Colin Shah**

**Chapter 80**

*Amelia’s POV*

I had been seated, the weight of Jake’s news pressing down on me like a heavy blanket, but the moment the words left his lips, I found myself in motion, pacing the room with restless energy. My hands twisted together, fingers interlocking and then pulling apart, a futile attempt to find some semblance of calm. An insistent itch crawled up my spine, settling deep within me, refusing to allow any sense of comfort to take root.

How could I possibly feel anything but sheer tension, knowing that Damien was out there, battling fiercely, fighting tooth and nail? The thought of him getting hurt, inflicting pain, or—God forbid—facing death sent shivers down my spine.

“I shouldn’t have told you,” Jake said, his voice laced with regret. He shook his head slowly, as if trying to shake off the weight of his own words. “I never wanted you to worry. But sometimes, with you, the truth feels like a compulsion. I just can’t bring myself to lie.”

“I want the truth,” I replied, my voice firm despite the turmoil inside me. “I’d rather know what’s happening.”

While ignorance might have offered a brief escape, I knew that eventually, I would have learned the truth. The thought of being blindsided after a lengthy period of blissful unawareness would have torn me apart.

“Damien is tough,” Jake reassured me, his tone steady. “These battles can be brutal, but he’s an intense guy. I have faith that he’ll pull through.”

I believed that, and I had faith in him, but my worry was like a storm raging within me, drowning out every memory of the reasons I had to doubt him. I struggled to cling to the anger I had nurtured, but what purpose did it serve in this moment? If Damien were to die, where would that anger go?

I continued to pace, the rhythm of my steps echoing my frantic thoughts.

Jake rose from behind his desk and approached me, gently taking my hands in his. The warmth of his touch grounded me, halting my restless movements. I closed my eyes, seeking solace in his presence.

“He’s going to be okay,” Jake assured me, his voice soft and soothing.

His kindness enveloped me, a comforting balm for my frayed nerves. I was acutely aware of the animosity he held towards Damien, not merely as a rival pack leader but also on my behalf. Yet here he was, offering me comfort, a sanctuary amidst the storm.

He didn’t chastise me for my conflicting emotions, even though he had every right to. I knew that my deep concern for Damien contradicted the cool detachment I had claimed to feel. Yet Jake accepted my turmoil without judgment, a silent understanding passing between us.

He was a remarkable man, the kind of friend everyone longed for. Whatever bond we shared, I felt it was a blessing from the Moon Goddess herself.

Glancing around the office, I realized that Damien needed to return to his duties, but the thought of being alone was unbearable. I couldn’t bring myself to ask him to carve out time for me. I wasn’t scheduled to work at the hospital, and with Lillian and Martin away, perhaps I could find solace among the servants. They might not allow me to help, but I could at least observe, to feel less isolated.

“Sit,” Damien said, his voice firm yet gentle, as he guided me toward one of the more comfortable chairs in his office.

I looked up at him, confusion etched across my face. “Jake?”

“I can’t stop you from worrying, can I?” he said, a hint of a smile playing on his lips. “But I can ensure you’re here to receive news before anyone else. And in this space, you can react however you wish, without fear of judgment.”

“I’m sorry,” I murmured, a wave of shame washing over me for still being so affected by Damien’s peril.

I just… I couldn’t bear the thought of losing him.

“You don’t need to apologize to me,” Jake replied, his voice firm yet understanding. “You owe it to yourself to take a moment to breathe. Try to relax, as much as you can.”

I made an effort, and in fleeting moments, I found comfort in the rhythmic scratch of Jake’s pen against the paper, the gentle hum of the computer fan, and the soft clatter of keys as he typed away.

But then, the phone would ring, or someone would knock at the door, and my nerves would ignite, sending me into a state of heightened alertness—an adrenaline-fueled readiness for a fight that wasn’t there, or a flight from a danger that remained unseen.

Each phone call, each unexpected visitor turned out to be unrelated to the chaos outside, prolonging my agony of waiting, keeping me on edge.

Yet, I would rather be here, in this moment, than anywhere else. If Damien was out there, risking his life for his pack, then sitting here was the least I could do—my silent vigil in the face of his bravery.

As the afternoon slipped into evening, I felt my adrenaline begin to ebb away. I wasn’t exactly tired; my mind remained alert, but my body was succumbing to a weariness that threatened to overwhelm me. I couldn’t sustain this frantic pace of worry for much longer without some form of rest.

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