Ran Away Pregnant Came Back Alpha Heiress Novel

Chapter 477 Chapter 477 Amelia's POV I'd only worked with Keegan for the full of one morning, but I already felt like I was learning a lot about the pack and what it involved to maintain it. Reports, meetings, discussions, phone calls. It felt almost like a business, but in the nature of trying to keep everything afloat and everyone happy. Keegan was a very good Beta, so most of the filing and storing were already immaculately handled. Still, he assured me there was always more to do, so I wasn't immediately disheartened.

After giving me a brief overview and a handful of more specific directions, he took to answering the phones while I gathered paperwork, sorted and filed it, or delivered specific documents to various departments in the building that had requested them. It felt good to be a part of something, even if I couldn't fully see the big picture of my actions. I guessed I kept the cogs of the machine turning. Someone had to deliver the documents. But, even so, with a war looming, I felt like I wasn't doing enough to help. I waited until lunchtime.

Damien was still working with Alpha King Benedict in his office, so I sat down with Keegan at his desk and we ate sandwiches with napkins covering the important documents. Damien probably wouldn't want a mustard stain on his spy report from the west. Keegan was a hard worker, but he was also very warm and accepting. I could tell that he was on my side from his kindness and patience. It helped me feel comfortable opening up to him. "I wish there was more I could do," I told him. The war was on everyone's mind.

That was obvious from their intense focus and even the stress that seemed to hang around the building. Everyone knew the rogues were going to be a danger, but no one really knew the when or how of it. Alpha King Benedict here made things worse, as people immediately straightened uncomfortably whenever he was nearby. "You are helping," Keegan said. "You're already something." "It doesn't feel like enough. I'm not trying to belittle this work, but...

if and when war comes our way, I can't beat off the attackers with a stack of papers and manila envelopes." Keegan brandished his letter opener, which was a sharp blade but very small. "You'll just need one of these," he said with a smile. He was being purposefully light about this, which told me he wanted to deflect. But, I couldn't let this go. "I'm Luna," I said. "People are supposed to look to me for example. If I'm not out there on the battlefield..." Keegan, who had been about to take a bite of his sandwich, stopped it halfway to his face. His mouth hung open, dumbfounded.

It took him a long moment to recover enough to speak. "You... want to fight?" "If everyone else is, shouldn't I?" I'd given this a lot of thought already. Everyone was putting their lives on the line for the pack, but I was just expected to stay at home? There was no way I was going to allow that. Yeah, I wasn't a fighter - yet - but I was 1/3 willing to change that. We all had to do our part, and if others were going to risk their lives, then so would L "Do you think you can help me fight a trainer?" I asked him.

"I don't know a lot about fighting, but I really want to hy." "You can't even shift right now, can you?" he asked me, "Well... no. But I can still fight." He looked at me skeptically for a long moment. "You don't have to be a warrior to be a leader within the pack, Lama. People already look up to you, just for being you." It was diplomatic and land of him to say so, but I already knew that wasn't true. Though people did seem to respect me more now than they had in the past, no one was looking up to me, especially in a time of crisis.

"Werewolves protect the people and places that are Important to them," I said, "What kind of example do 1 make if I run and hide? How would I ever expect anyone in the pack to respect me for doing that? How would I respect myself?" "Some Lamas aren't fighters," Keegan insisted. "There's no shame in that." "Name one," I said. He paused. I could tell he was thinking. He was an intelligent man, well studied. He knew a lot about the history of the kingdom, not just this pack.

While he was likely right, there probably were Lumas that didn't fight or stand beside their Alphas in combat, no one remembered them. The ones people remembered, whose names lived on in history books, songs, and paintings, were the brave ones who didn't run. "You don't have to lie," I said. "The cowards' names don't get printed or enshrined. We only remember the strong." But it wasn't for the history books that I wanted to help this pack. It was for Damien, to stand beside him throughout anything and everything. It was for our children, so they could have a positive female role model.

And it was for the pack itself, which had become my home. And it was for myself. If I ran, how could I not think less of myself? He hung his head a moment in defeat. "But they lived. That's important too. The brave ones didn't always survive." "Everyone is taking a risk," I said. "Not you," he said. "Why not me? Why do I have to be kept hidden away?" Keegan struggled for a long moment, and then shook his head. "Forgive me, Luna. I want to support you always, as I support our Alpha. But this is too much. You could get hurt, and if you do...

I don't think Damien would 2/3 recover again." I blinked, startled. "Again?"" "Forget I said anything," he told me quickly, "And whatever you do, don't let Damien ever hear you say anything like this." Damien's POV I stood outside the rogue prisoner's jail cell. Promises had already been made and agreed upon. He'd gain freedom in exchange for vital information. He was smug as hells about it, but if working with him and his ugly smirk was what it took to get the intel I needed, then so be it. "What are the rogues planning?" I asked. The rogue laughed. "Same thing we always have. Freedom.

Only know, under the Rogue King's direction, we are organized, militarized. We've been waiting for an opportunity. That you are asking me this means you have given us just that." "An opportunity for what?" I asked. "I want clarity, not mockery." "We've had daily trainings for years. Fights. Tactical training. One on one sparring," the rogue said. "Every single adult rogue has been prepping for battle." "Why haven't you attacked yet?" I asked. "The Rogue King was waiting for Benedict to come out of his golden palace," the rogue said. "Our Rogue King wants him dead.

He's going to replace him, you see, and turn all of your precious packs into our new homes." A Rogue King. What a joke. But I could see this man was serious. And if the rogues had been training, then they were likely formidable. I had to warn Benedict. For his own protection, he should retreat. Comments ប Support Share 3/3 Joseph King