Ran Away Pregnant Came Back Alpha Heiress (Amelia and Damien) novel Chapter 82

**Night Whispers Forgotten Names – Colin Shah 82**
**Chapter 82**

**Claire’s POV**

I stood there, heart racing, anticipation coursing through my veins as I awaited the return of our warriors from the southern territories. The early scouts had delivered news of a brutal confrontation that had raged through the night and lingered into the dawn. It was a battle marked by valor and sacrifice, with whispers of casualties echoing in my mind like a haunting melody.

Yet, despite the chaos, our courageous warriors, under the steadfast leadership of our Alpha, had succeeded in repelling the invaders, safeguarding our pack lands from encroachment.

A swell of pride filled me.

I placed my hand gently on my belly, a tender smile gracing my lips. My child would inherit the blood of heroes, a lineage steeped in bravery and honor. I envisioned a future where he would rise as a great leader, following in the formidable footsteps of his father. Someday, when Damien finally recognized my worth as Luna, he would cast aside that human distraction and claim me as his bride. In that moment, my child would look upon me with pride, knowing his mother was not just a figure in the shadows but a force to be reckoned with.

For now, I found myself amidst the other spouses and families of the returning warriors, all of us united in our anxious wait. When the moment finally arrived, and the warriors emerged, I felt a rush of relief to see my brother Ethan among the victorious.

Yet, a curious absence gnawed at me. Where was our Alpha?

Surely, he could not have been harmed. Such a secret would have spread like wildfire, especially among the nobility who thrived on gossip and intrigue.

As Ethan approached, I could sense a mixture of expectations and apprehension in his demeanor. Perhaps he anticipated congratulations, or a warm embrace. But instead, I confronted him directly, my voice steady but laced with urgency. “Where is Alpha Damien?”

Ethan’s expression shifted, and he averted his gaze. I braced myself, a sinking feeling in my stomach, knowing he was about to divulge something I would find unbearable. “He went straight to the pack in the north… He didn’t want to miss the appointment…”

An appointment. The implications of those words struck me like a thunderclap. It was a tantalizing morsel for the pack’s gossip mill.

Damien had journeyed north with Dr. Wyatt, intent on being present as the doctor attended to his estranged wife and their unborn half-breed child.

Why did she command so much of his attention, while I remained in the shadows, overlooked and unacknowledged?

This was not just a slight; it was a deep-seated insult. The warriors around me looked to their mates for comfort, for healing, as they tended to their wounds, washing away the blood and grime of battle.

Damien should have been here, and it should have been I who cared for him, tending to his needs and offering solace. Instead, he was off in the north, pursuing a human woman who had turned her back on him.

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