Ran Away Pregnant Came Back Alpha Heiress (Amelia and Damien) novel Chapter 87

**Night Whispers Forgotten Names – Colin Shah**

**Chapter 87**

“What if someone gets hurt…” I hesitated, my mind swirling with doubts. The idea they were proposing felt like a dark abyss I was reluctant to plunge into. Even amidst the games I played and the poison I had danced with, my hands remained untainted. However, the course of action Victoria and Gwen were suggesting, while undeniably effective, could lead to blood staining my conscience.

“I didn’t realize you were such a coward,” Gwen shot back, her voice sharp and unyielding. “The ends justify the means, Sienna. Amelia has cast a spell over the entire pack. Don’t you want to save them? Don’t you want your brother back?”

“I do…” I whispered, the weight of her words pressing down on me like a heavy cloak.

“Then stop being such a damn coward,” Gwen insisted, her eyes fierce and unwavering. “You’re the only one in a position to halt this madness. If you don’t take drastic measures, you could end up losing everything. I bet Jake will exile you too, and you’ll find yourself out here in a tent next to mine.”

Her words struck a chord deep within me. Day by day, I could feel Amelia’s grip tightening around Jake and the pack, her influence growing like a shadow that eclipsed the light. If I remained passive, I could easily become the next casualty in this power struggle.

I yearned for my brother, for my family to be whole again.

That realization meant I had to shed my cowardice, just as Gwen had pointed out, and embrace the darker, more perilous strategies that lay before me.

“Alright,” I finally said, my voice steady despite the turmoil churning inside me. I could feel myself crossing a threshold I had once deemed insurmountable. Yet, now that I had taken that step, a sense of liberation washed over me. I felt more like myself—more dangerous.

“I’ll do it.”

**Amelia’s POV**

As dawn broke, I was resolute in my commitment to avoid the blunders of yesterday. With meticulous care, I printed three copies of my checklist, ensuring I kept one firmly clipped to my clipboard, another tucked safely in my pocket, and the last securely locked away in the drawer of my desk.

I almost asked Cara to hold one for me while she shadowed my movements, but I hesitated. I didn’t want to burden her with my organizational quirks. Her primary role was to protect me; the rest was my responsibility to manage.

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