Ran Away Pregnant Came Back Alpha Heiress Novel

Chapter 249 Amelia's POV "You must be thinking of Amelia," I said. "That's not me. I'm Jake's sister, Annette." Confusion and disbelief passed over Claire's face as she took me in. "Is this some kind of sick joke? Don't tell me you've been hiding out all this time? Let me guess, you just didn't want to raise the girls so you are putting on this entire charade." "I am actually Annette," I said. "My adopted sister died and - "Bullshit, you are the spitting image of her. Is Stacy even sick? Or was this some kind of prank on my account.

Damien always was an asshole, but to drag me up here just to wave you in front of me is low, even for him." "This is not a trick," I insisted. "Stacy needs you." "Sure she does." She turned to Keegan. "Get me out of here, Beta." Keegan didn't move. "Alpha Damien said you are needed here to save Stacy. I'm not moving until I see that happen." Claire growled at him. "Then I'll move myself." "Enough!" I shouted. Stepping closer to her, I held her gaze as I lost the absolute last of my patience. "I don't care you think I am.

What is important right now is that Stacy is in there fighting for your life, and you are either going to help her and save her, or refuse and let her die! What's it going to be?" who By the end of my speech, my chest was heaving angrily. Keegan seemed surprised, but Claire just glowered. "You don't get to tell me how to feel about my child," she growled. At that same moment, perhaps drawn by the shouting, Damien appeared in the hallway, having stepped out of Stacy's room. He stormed toward us with purpose, particularly after he saw Claire and Keegan.

"Claire, I know you aren't giving Annette a hard time," he said. "Not if you want your half of the agreement to be filled." "I don't remember anything about Amelia in our agreement," she said. Her voice cooled now, more sweet than sour, as she looked at him. "This isn't Amelia, it's Annette," Damien said. "Now, stop wasting time and get checked. Every minute counts. Stacy needs us." Claire sighed. "Very well. For you, Damien." At my gesturing, Keegan turned the chair and pushed Claire inside one of the empty exam rooms.

There I took a bit of her blood in a syringe and dropped it into a waiting vat of clear liquid. The liquid turned red, not blue, a positive sign. "You are a match," I said. Since Damien hadn't followed us into the room, she scoffed, her rude self returning in his absence. "Great," she mumbled. "How much blood would you need?" "A fair amount," I told her, not willing to lie about this. 1/3 "I have a few conditions of my own, I'm sure you can see. Are you sure this won't interfere with those?" she asked "I'd need a list of your conditions," I said.

"But I don't believe so." "I'd prefer if you contacted my main physician." "I can do that," I said. "She has off today." "I'm sure I can reach her at home." "Maybe we had better wait," Claire said. I looked at her strangely, confused why this woman wouldn't do whatever it took to save her daughter, especially when to do so wouldn't be life-threatening to herself. At most, she would feel some discomfort. At that moment, Damien stepped into the room, apparently having been listening just outside the door. He stood there a long moment, glaring down at Claire. "Annette. Keegan.

Please give me a minute to speak with Claire alone," he said. I glanced at Keegan, allowing him to leave the room first. Then, I followed him. Damien closed the door behind us. I looked over at Keegan. "Are we certain leaving them alone in there is the best idea?" Keegan looked back at me. "The Alpha won't do anything rash." He paused. "I don't think." That wasn't entirely comforting. I stayed near the door, just in case. Damien's POV "I already agreed to return Ethan from exile if you go through with this," I said, annoyed that she was pushing this.

I should have known that the negotiation over the phone wouldn't have been the end of it. Nothing about Claire was ever easy. "I made a vow." "Yes, you did," Claire said. "But not me." She turned her head. "I didn't realize this process would be so involved. I'm not willing to make such a big commitment as this, anymore." "It's for our daughter," I growled. Then I realized what was happening here. Maybe she was nervous about the process, but it was far more likely that she was stalling because she wanted something else, something bigger.

With dread growing in the pit of my stomach, I asked her, "What exactly do you want from me, Claire?" She looked back in a flash. "I want a pardon for my previous transgressions. And I want to be reinstated into the pack." "Your actions led to the death of my mate. "Yes," Claire said, "And now she's dead." Anger flaring hot inside of me, I took a threatening step towards Claire. I wouldn't hurt her, but Gods, I wanted to scare her. Instead she kept her gaze steady. If she was afraid, she held it well. 2/3 Chapter 249 +25 Bonus "Tell me who you care about more, Damien," Claire said.

"Your dead wife or your dying daughter?" Amelia's POV I couldn't hear what was going on in the room, but everything was taking too long. I thought about just bursting my way in there, but I knew that would be unprofessional. My anger was rising. I needed to get away from this door before I did something I would regret. I told Keegan, "I'm going out to the waiting room. Please let me know when they are ready." He nodded. With that decided, I walked down the hallway to the waiting room. When I went through the doors, I was pleased to see Jake there, speaking to our parents.

I walked over to him and he turned to me. "I was worried about you," he admitted. "But you seem okay." "I'm helping," I told him. I didn't know how to begin to express how good it felt to be a part of this place, helping people, maybe even saving them. "I seem to have a natural talent for healing." Mom smiled. "Just like your mother." "You were a Healer?" I asked, surprised. She hadn't told me about that. Mom's smile dimmed slightly.

"We can speak on that later." "The enforcers I have here told me there's been some visitors from Damien's pack," Jake said, his voice was tight and his expression somewhat grim, growing darker with each word. "I just want to make sure you are alright." "I'm okay," I said. "But you must mean Claire." "Claire?" Jake said. As soon as the name left his lips, his entire demeanor changed. His eyes flashed red, and I swore he grew a foot taller, caught in the middle of a shift. "Jake," Dad said haltingly, like he was trying to warn him of something.

I'd never seen Jake this frighteningly furious and took a step backwards. Looking so intensely at me that I felt like his anger licked my soul, Jake asked, "Where is she?" D Comments Support Share 3/3 Joseph King