Ran Away Pregnant Came Back Alpha Heiress Novel

Night Whispers Forgotten Names - Colin Shah 23 Summary In Chapter 23 of "Night Whispers Forgotten Names," Claire finds herself in a hospital exam room, feeling frustrated and abandoned by Damien, the father of her unborn child. She grapples with her emotions as she realizes that Damien is preoccupied with searching for Amelia, a human who has gone missing. Claire's anger intensifies as she believes she deserves Damien's attention and care, especially during this crucial time in her pregnancy, but he is fixated on Amelia instead.

When the doctor arrives, Claire's initial relief at hearing that her baby is healthy is quickly overshadowed by the shocking news that Amelia is also pregnant. This revelation sends Claire into a spiral of panic and jealousy, as she fears that if Amelia is indeed carrying Damien's child, he will never accept her as his Luna. The implications of Amelia's condition weigh heavily on Claire, and she worries that her plans for her future with Damien are crumbling. Determined to confront Damien, Claire rushes to his house, her emotions boiling over with resentment towards Amelia.

Upon arrival, she finds herself battling feelings of inadequacy as she realizes that the pack still recognizes Amelia as the rightful Luna. In a moment of desperation, Claire attempts to eliminate any trace of Amelia from Damien's life, believing that if she can remove her belongings, Damien will finally let go of his past. However, Claire's plan backfires when Damien catches her in the act. His cold demeanor and refusal to accept her actions leave Claire devastated, as he firmly asserts that he will never stop searching for Amelia.

This rejection shatters Claire's hopes of solidifying her place in Damien's life, leading her to a state of despair. As she drives away, she reaches out to her friend Victoria, expressing her fears that Amelia will ruin everything, and in a moment of dark inspiration, Victoria suggests a drastic solution to their predicament. Continue Regular Chapter Reading Below **Night Whispers Forgotten Names - Colin Shah** **Chapter 23** **Claire POV** Here I am, seated in the stark, sterile exam room of the hospital, and I can feel the heat of frustration simmering just beneath the surface.

How could Damien not be here with me, not by my side during this crucial checkup? I'm carrying his child, an Alpha heir, and these appointments are vital to ensure that everything is progressing smoothly. Yet, all he seems to care about is Amelia. For over a week now, he's had the pack scouring every corner, searching for her day and night. It's absurd. That ridiculous human doesn't deserve his devotion, and she certainly isn't worth all this chaos. I am the one who deserves his attention, his care. My child and I are the priority right now.

This relentless obsession with finding Amelia is driving me mad. When the doctor finally enters the room, I make a concerted effort to push aside my anger. It's essential that I present myself as the brave, compassionate Luna the pack needs to see. "Claire, everything looks perfect. The baby is developing normally, and I'm very pleased with how well you're doing," he says, his tone reassuring. A smile spreads across my face. Of course I'm doing well. I'm a full-blooded werewolf, not some fragile human who can't even conceive with her mate.

But then the doctor's next words hit me like a cold wave, dousing my joy. "I have to ask: Is there any news of Luna Amelia? We're quite concerned about her condition, given her pregnancy." He referred to her as Luna. I thought everyone had accepted me as the new Luna and had started calling her Amelia. A frown creases my brow, suspicion bubbling up within me. "Her condition?" I echo, trying to mask my rising panic. "Well, yes. The Luna is pregnant. A human carrying a werewolf's child? It's nothing short of a miracle! But with her disappearance, especially in the wake of a rogue attack...

the entire pack is deeply unsettled." Amelia... pregnant? How could that even be? And now the whole pack was aware of it! I struggled to find the right words through my shock. "If... if Amelia really is pregnant, there's no way to know if it's Damien's, is there? I mean, if it were his, would she have run away like that? I bet it's some other human's child she's trying to pass off as his." The doctor frowned, mulling over my words, but he didn't seem convinced. The rest of my visit passed in a haze as I fought to catch my breath. This could shatter everything.

Amelia was still Damien's mate, and that would weigh heavily on the pack's perception. Human or not, the fated mate of the Alpha could now be carrying his child. It wasn't just her life that was in jeopardy, but the life of the Alpha's heir as well. And if Amelia truly was pregnant with his child, Damien would never cease his search for her. He would never let her go, never accept me as his Luna. All my plans, all my hard work, would crumble to dust. My hands trembled as I drove to Damien's house, fury bubbling within me. How dare he keep this from me!

I sped through the gate, my tires screeching against the paved driveway. The manicured lawn and vibrant garden blurred past me, each glimpse filling me with resentment. All of this should be mine-Amelia never deserved it, never appreciated what she had. Bursting into the house, I called out for Damien, my voice echoing through the halls as I marched toward his office. When I found it empty, I turned back to the foyer and made my way upstairs. "Miss Claire! What a pleasant surprise," a servant said, her tone overly cheerful. "Can I assist you with something?" Miss Claire.

Not the respectful title she should have used for a future Luna. It was evident-everyone had heard about Amelia's pregnancy and were now hesitating to fully accept me as the pack's rightful Luna. "I need to speak with Damien," I replied, placing a hand on my stomach, my voice quivering with feigned distress. I was so upset that it didn't take much effort to make my voice tremble. "It's important." The servant's eyes widened, darting between my face and my belly. "Are you alright? Do you need anything?" "I... Yes, please.

A glass of water." As the servant hurried away, I raced upstairs, urgency propelling me forward. I needed to resolve this, to sway Damien back to my side. But how? When I reached the master bedroom, I hesitated, standing in the doorway, my heart racing. Amelia's scent lingered in the air, her clothes visible in the open closet. No wonder he can't let her go, I thought bitterly. He's surrounded by her here. If I can eliminate every trace of her, he might finally be able to move forward. And then I can take my place.

I rushed into the room, grabbing anything that seemed to belong to Amelia-clothes from the closet, books from the nightstands, hairbrushes from the bathroom. I piled everything onto the bed, envisioning how I would haul it all away to the trash. No, burning it would be even better. I'd keep burning things until not a single trace of Amelia remained. "What the hell do you think you're doing?" Damien stood in the doorway, the servant hovering behind him. She must have alerted him. Betrayal twisted in my stomach at her disloyalty to her future Luna. "Damien!

I'm so glad you're here!" I exclaimed, dropping the armful of clothes and rushing toward him, pressing myself against him desperately. "I've been so worried about you and wanted to check if you were okay." His hands remained at his sides, and the chill in his voice cut deeper than I had ever experienced. "What are you doing with my wife's belongings?" I sniffled, wiping my eyes as I took a small step back. "You've been working so hard lately-searching for her, managing your duties as Alpha. I just wanted to help you move on." I placed both hands protectively on my stomach.

"We have more important things to focus on than Amelia." His eyes were like shards of ice, and as he stepped closer, a wave of fear washed over me. He grasped my arms, and I was taken aback by the warmth of his hands, so contrasting to the coldness radiating from him. "I will never stop looking for my wife," he growled, his voice low and menacing, sending shivers down my spine. "You are going to leave this room, and this house, and never come back. Do you understand me?" Stunned, I stared up at him, disbelief coursing through me. Never come back? "But, Damien, I...

I belong here!" "No, Claire. You don't." He turned me around and shoved me out the door with a force that left me breathless, instructing the servant to escort me out. "Leave now, Claire," he commanded, his tone brooking no argument. "And don't you ever return to my home." As I drove home, I called Victoria, my voice barely a whisper through my tears, pleading for her to meet me at my house. "Everything is falling apart!" I cried as soon as she arrived. "Amelia is going to ruin everything." Victoria embraced me, but that only made my tears flow harder.

"I wish she were dead!" The hand rubbing my back halted, and I watched as a slow smile spread across her face. "Actually, that gives me an idea." Conclusion In the aftermath of that devastating confrontation, Claire's world crumbled around her, leaving her grappling with a torrent of emotions-betrayal, despair, and a simmering rage that threatened to consume her. The realization that Damien would never accept her as his Luna, that she was merely a fleeting distraction in his eyes, shattered her carefully constructed facade.

As she sat alone in the dim light of her living room, the weight of her loneliness pressed heavily on her chest, each breath a reminder of the love she craved but could never attain. The hollow ache of rejection intertwined with her longing for power, twisting her heart into a knot of desperation. In her mind, Amelia had become the embodiment of everything she resented: the love unworthy of a human, the rival who had stolen her rightful place, and now, a mother-to-be who threatened to overshadow her own child.

Yet, in that moment of vulnerability, a sinister resolve began to take root within Claire. The darkness that had once been a mere whisper grew louder, urging her to take control of her destiny, to eradicate the obstacles standing in her way. With every tear that fell, a plan began to form-a plan that would not only reclaim her position but would also ensure that Amelia would never be a threat again. As Victoria's sinister suggestion echoed in her mind, Claire felt a chilling sense of empowerment.