Ran Away Pregnant Came Back Alpha Heiress Novel

Chapter 349 Damien's POV We hadn't been happy. We hadn't even been together. Up until only a short time ago, I had thought Amella was dead. Or, at least, I hadn't been sure. Yet, when she was looking at me with those doe eyes of her, so frightened and vulnerable, I found that I wanted to protect her from everything. She was already overwhelmed. Learning the full truth would only hurt her further. "Yes, we are very happy," I told her.

"Our love has grown very strong, and we are still married, of course." Amelia nodded then and asked, her voice soft, "Kiss me?" My heart jumped up into my throat. I hadn't kissed my mate in over six years. I could no sooner deny this request of hers than I could tear out my own heart. Taking in a slow breath, I leaned down. She closed her eyes and tilted her head back further in preparation. I cupped her head, trying to ensure her comfort, as I finally closed the distance and pressed my lips to her. At once, the spark of our mating bond zipped through me.

Her lips were just as I remembered them, soft and malleable, opening with just a flick of my tongue. I melted into this kiss. Into the feel of her against me, warm and safe. With her hands clutching at my shoulders, her fingers tugging at my shirt as if trying to draw me closer. For six years, I had laid dormant, not allowing myself to feel lust or desire. Amelia was the only one I ever wanted, and with her gone, I had no need for those feelings. But now she was back, and I felt as if I was coming alive again. I deepened the kiss, wanting more, wanting everything.

She reciprocated in kind, just as desperate. She couldn't know my longing. For her, only a day had passed since we had last kissed. Perhaps even only a few hours. But for me, it had been a lifetime. Eventually, we had to come up for air, and with that break, I remembered where we were. Amelia smiled at me. "Gods, you are such a good kisser. You kiss like you haven't seen me in a century." Actually, it was more like six years. I didn't tell her that. She lifted a brow, some of teasing side showing. To see it again, set my chest on fire. "How is our sex life?

I'm assuming it's still great." Swallowing hard, I tried not to think about her sweaty and panting beneath me as I kissed her and claimed her, our bodies uniting as one. This wasn't the time or place for that. I was very glad my heart wasn't the one connected to the monitor. Amelia's was beating quickly, but mine was racing so fast and so hard that I half-expected it to shoot out from my chest at any moment. Remembering her question, I cleared my throat. "I'm still incredibly attracted to you," I said. "But, I admit, things have slowed lately..." 1/3 Chupter 349 +25 Bonus Amelia nodded.

"I guess having kids would make it more difficult to find time. We're going to correct this though The minute I am out of here, I want to be in our bed." I could hardly deny her that, so I quickly agreed. "It would be my pleasure to grant that request." I kissed her again, but only a peck this time. Gently, I helped her sit back on the bed, and then I took a seat at her bedside. We continued to hold hands, though, our fingers intertwined. "Tell me about our kids," she asked me.

As Amy and Stacy had been my favorite point of conversation for the past six years, I was happy to comply, telling her how Stacy was the mischievous one, always dragging her sister into trouble. But that Stacy was also terribly clever and it was difficult to ever stay mad at her. Amy was the more studious of the two, and more logical. But they were both good students, observant and smart. I often wondered if Stacy only acted out because she was bored in class, while Amy was more tolerant. Amelia paid apt attention as I spoke. "I can't wait to see them." "They are just finishing up school now.

Martin and Lillian are going to take them out for ice cream to explain the situation..." "Martin and Lillian?" "Oh, sorry," I said quickly. "Those are your... uh... your parents.' Her eyes went a little wide, and her smile slipped. "Oh. I forgot I had those... isn't that terrible? They must hate me for not remembering them." "No one hates you," I said. "None of this is your fault." "I want to meet them," she said. "And... my brother..." "Jake," I supplied. "Jake," she repeated. "I wasn't very nice to him before." "He wasn't very nice to you either." She shook her head.

"We didn't understand each other. I still can't believe I have a wolf." She looked at me again. Is Jake still here?" "Yes," I replied. She worried her bottom lip for a moment. "Do you think he'd want to talk to me?" "I do," I said. "Would you like me to get him for you?" She paused a moment, as if thinking it over, and then said, "Yes." Amelia's POV It was difficult to believe that I wasn't dreaming. One minute I was getting ready to tell Damien about being pregnant, and in a blink of an eye, I was six years in the future. Now, not only was I mother to two children, but I also was a werewolf.

I even had a whole family who loved me. Poor Jake. With some of the shock worn off now, I could remember and recognize the look of pain on his face. I felt so badly, wishing that I could remember him. And our parents? I never thought I would ever get to have the 2/3 Chapter 349 +25 Bonus love of a parent, but now I had two? Perhaps I was being selfish in wanting to meet my family so soon. They probably needed time to adjust, as I did. And I probably should have spoken to Damien about the pack more than anything else. After all, the pack had always been the most important thing to Damien.

Sometimes I even wondered if he valued his pack more than he did me. Perhaps, when he returned, I should offer to allow him to return to work. I was happy to have his affection and his dedication, but I knew he prided himself on his strong pack. Actually, with shame, I realized that I hadn't asked Damien much about himself at all. Was his mother still alive? How was his sister? Had she married and given him lots of nieces and nephews? I had so many questions, I had no idea how to prioritize them.

But, even if it was selfish, it felt vitally important to connect with my family again, especially after the way I had dismissed Jake so cruelly before. Lifting my hand, I pressed my palm to my chest and tried to reach out for my wolf. I didn't really feel any different, but I couldn't tell for sure. What did it feel like to have a wolf? No, I told myself. I needed to focus on one thing at a time. If I tried to take in too much, I would overwhelm myself, as I did before. Right now, I needed to focus on learning more about my brother. My family. And myself.

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