Ran Away Pregnant Came Back Alpha Heiress Novel

Chapter 350 Amelia's POV I only sat with myself for a few minutes before Damien brought in Jake. For that, I was relieved. Sitting alone with myself for too long, I was certain would make me spiral. So much could have happened in six years. I couldn't stop thinking about all I might have missed and hating that I had missed so much. Jake followed Damien into the room with his head held low and his shoulders slumped. I didn't know much about the man, but something inside of me told me that he was the kind of guy who should stand tall and proud and confident.

My not knowing him must have knocked him down low. Truly, he must have cared for me as a brother would. I regretted so much that I couldn't remember a thing about him. "I'm sorry," I said, before even another word could be spoken. "I never had a brother, though I always wanted siblings. I don't remember anything from the past six years, but as you are my brother, I know I must love you dearly." Jake, emboldened by my words, moved closer to me. Finally, he lifted his eyes to mine. "You will always be my sister, regardless of what you remember." "I'm sorry I'm hurting you," I said.

She shook his head. "You could never." "You are hurt," I pointed out. "This isn't your fault," he told me. "Besides. You are here. You are alive. Family is blood, and that's what binds us. Memories can be replaced." As he spoke, his demeanor slowly changed, taking on more confidence. "I'm sorry for the way I behaved earlier." "I can understand your shock," I said. "I've been feeling the same all day." "Still, I shouldn't have acted on it. As an Alpha, I should have more control.' "You are an Alpha?" I asked. "Yes," he said.

"Of the pack to the north." "Tell me everything," I said, leaning forward. "I want to know everything there is to know about my family." As Jake talked, he grew more and more comfortable, more and more at ease. Talking about the past wasn't a fix to everything that was splintered with my memory loss, but it felt like a step in the right direction. If I wanted a family, we had to rebuild the foundation. And that was what was happening right here. "I hope we can become friends again," I told him. Jake smiled a little. "I'd like that." Glancing at Damien, his smile dried up.

"But, tell me, Amelia. Are you sure you are happy with Damien?" That was a strange thing to ask all of the sudden, but my answer was easy enough. "I am," I told him. 1/3 He nodded, accepting my answer, though he didn't seem particularly happy about it. "I hope you stay happy," he said, with a touch of sadness to his voice. I didn't know what had caused that sadness, or what I could even ask to find out. Maybe it wasn't my place to find out. Perhaps Jake was dealing with his own dramas. Still, I regretted his sadness. Even though I'd only answered the truth.

Amy's POV There was something very weird going on with Grandma and Grandpa. First of all, Daddy didn't even tell Stacy and me that they were going to be in town, let alone that they would be picking us up from school. Then, instead of taking us home, or even out to dinner, they took us for ice cream. I wasn't complaining, I loved ice cream, but ice cream before dinner likely meant something bad was going on. Was someone in trouble? I was so on guard, it was difficult to fully enjoy the ice cream, even though we had gone to the best ice cream stand in town and it was so very yummy.

Right now, we were sitting on one of the park benches outside in front of the shop. I was eating my rocky road, while Stacy was making a mess of her hot fudge sundae. Grandma and Grandpa both had vanilla cones. "Did you have a good day at school?" Grandma asked. This was the second time she asked, with the conversation being awkward each time. I tried to be a good girl, polite to my elders and all of that, but I was starting to get so nervous I couldn't think straight.

Something was going on, it had to be, and Grandma and Grandpa were dancing around the subject without just telling us about it. I didn't know about Stacy, but I knew I couldn't take much more of this. "Grandpa," I said, looking at him. He was usually more straightforward than Grandma and less emotional. I loved them both, but if something was going on like I suspected, I trusted him to deliver the news more clearly and concisely. "Why are we doing this? Where's Mom and Dad? Did something happen?" Stacy looked up from her sundae. Grandma frowned a little, and looked at Grandpa. Grandpa sighed.

"I don't want to worry you girls, so let me preface by saying that everyone is fine," "Okay," I said. "But Annette... no... Amelia has remembered some things but forgotten some others," Grandpa said. "Yes, Annette and Amelia have been the same person all along. She is your mother." "I knew it!" Stacy said. I did too, but I didn't feel as keen to start celebrating just yet. "What did she forget?" I asked. "Her time as Annette," Grandma said. 2/3 +25 Bonus I frowned, and Stacy's cheers stopped. "What does she remember?" I asked.

"Everything up until she told your father she's pregnant," Grandpa said. Stacy was catching up now, realizing the things that were already starting to make me sad. "She doesn't remember us?" Stacy asked. "No," Grandpa said. "Though when she was told she has two daughters, I'm sure she was very excited." Stacy and I looked at each other. Since we were so close, I could tell she was feeling the same jumble of emotions as me. We were excited to have our real Mom, but worried because she didn't know us anymore. What if the new version of our mom didn't like us as much as the old version?

"There's no need for sadness," Grandma said. "She loves you. She just needs to get to know you again." "How can she love us if she doesn't know us?" Stacy asked. Grandma smiled then. "That's the beauty of a mother's love. It doesn't fade or go away. It takes up camp in a mother's heart and lives there. When she meets you again, she might need some reminders of silly things like school and your favorite foods and the like... but as your mother, she loves you through and through. You can be sure of that." I wasn't so sure, and I was too nervous then to even finish my ice cream.

After ice cream, we went to the hospital, where we were preparing to meet Mommy again... or for the first time... This was all terribly confusing. Stacy and I stood very close together, holding hands. We were in this together, no matter what, for better or for worse. If Mommy loved us or if she hated us, I would at least have my sister. "Girls," said one of the nurses. "It's time." COIN BUNDLE: get more free bonus Comments Support Share GET IT 3/3 Joseph King