Ran Away Pregnant Came Back Alpha Heiress Novel

Chapter 194 Damien's POV I was losing track of days. And not just that, I didn't know the time of day either. Sunrises and sunsets blurred together. Day and night, didn't really make any difference to me, not in any way that really mattered. I moved like a zombie, and felt like one too. People talked to me, but I couldn't really understand the words. What did it matter what they had to say anyway? Nothing mattered. I had lost the only bit of brightness in my world. My chest had a hole where my heart used to be, and it ached with each empty heartbeat.

I genuinely didn't know if I could recover, and at this point, I didn't care either. Ethan had pretty much taken over the pack, with the help from the council. My mother helped too, from what I heard. From what little I retained from what people told me. What did it matter? I spent most of my days at my estate, walking around the darkened hallways like a ghost, trying to relive the moments where Amelia had still been here, had still been in love with me. When I'd been able to hold her close and we had talked about the future. Before I lost her and our child. Before I lost everything.

I cared about the pack still, that was what kept me going even in my darkest moments. Even if I wasn't ready to lead it yet, I knew I couldn't just abandon it. Somedays, I couldn't get out of bed. Other days, I shifted into my wolf and let him take the lead. We'd disappear into the forest and go for long runs, gone for days at a time. Even I couldn't remember where we went, trusting my wolf to guide us and to eventually lead us home. We tried to outrun the pain, but there was no distance too far that would relieve us of this dark, hollow feeling.

And when we returned, with our heart still aching and our feet raw from running, we'd collapse into bed again to try again the next day. Though they were mostly indecipherable, like the buzzing of flies in my ears, I heard the whispers and gossip of those around me. They wondered if I would recover. Some doubted I would. Others hoped. I couldn't give them comfort or reassurance, nor could I entirely discount myself. For now, I was numb, and let everyone draw their own conclusions. Jake's POV There were rumors coming from Damien's pack, and not even among my more secretive channels.

The people themselves were talking about how Damien was changing. How he'd become a shadow of himself, rarely seen except in wolf form when he was running through the forest and country side. He didn't talk to anyone, and those that saw his human side spoke of how very unhealthy he seemed. 1/2 Mom sat in my office, speaking to me about this. She too had heard the rumors, even at the hairdresser's when she was having her hair done. "Can he truly be responsible for this, for him to now act this way?" she asked, the same question that had been plaguing me since it happened.

"I'm not sure he could fake something like this." "It could be regret," I said. "Or guilt for what he'd done." "Maybe," Mom said. "But it sounds more like mate-sickness." Mate-sickness was a terrible fate for a werewolf, where losing their fated mate slowly drove them to madness. There was no known cure and no real treatment. Eventually the inflicted would choose to surrender themselves entirely to wild, often leading to fully becoming a wolf. That was the best case scenario of the sickness. "It's none of our concern anyway," I said.

"You told him Amelia is dead, and you didn't speak a word about Amy," Mom said. Immediately she raised her hand to placate me. "I'm not saying you did wrong, given how much he has hurt Amelia. But, I can't help but feel a bit responsible for what comes now." D Comments Support Share 2/2 Joseph King