Ran Away Pregnant Came Back Alpha Heiress Novel

Night Whispers Forgotten Names - Colin Shah 68 Summary In Chapter 68 of "Night Whispers Forgotten Names," Damien returns to his pack feeling emotionally drained and distant from his mate, Amelia. The journey home is marked by his frustration and longing, which intensifies upon entering his estate. He is confronted by his sister Victoria and their mother, who insist on discussing the well-being of Claire, the woman carrying his child.

Despite his exhaustion and desire to retreat, Damien finds himself unable to dismiss their concerns, as respect for his family compels him to engage in the conversation. Victoria expresses her worry for Claire, emphasizing that she misses Damien's presence. However, Damien remains dismissive, insisting that Claire has all the support she needs. The tension escalates as their mother reminds him of his responsibilities towards Claire and the child, but Damien's heart remains tied to Amelia, whom he believes is still his mate.

He feels anger and frustration at being pushed to consider a future with Claire, whom he views as a mere vessel for his heir rather than a partner. As the conversation unfolds, Damien's emotions are laid bare. He grapples with feelings of jealousy and worry regarding Amelia and her new life, while also trying to maintain his stance on his bond with her. The weight of his family's expectations clashes with his own desires, leaving him feeling trapped.

When Victoria insults Amelia, Damien's protective instincts flare, leading to a tense confrontation that highlights his deep-seated feelings for his mate. Despite the turmoil, a shift occurs within Damien as he contemplates the possibility of sending a gift to Amelia. This idea sparks a flicker of hope, suggesting that he still yearns for a connection with her and their child. The chapter closes with Damien's resolve to find a meaningful way to express his love, indicating that while he struggles with his obligations, his heart remains loyal to Amelia and their future together.

Continue Regular Chapter Reading Below **Chapter 68** **Damien's POV** The journey back to my pack felt interminably long, each step a painful reminder of how far I was from my mate. The distance stretched our mating bond to its limits, and with every passing moment, I could feel the connection fraying. By the time I finally arrived at my estate, my mood was as dark as a stormy night. All I craved was the cathartic release of pounding my fists against the punching bag until I was too exhausted to think.

However, as soon as I stepped through the threshold of my home, I was met with an unexpected sight: Victoria and our mother were seated in the living room, their expressions serious. The moment Victoria caught sight of me, she sprang to her feet, urgency evident in her demeanor. "Damien, we need to have a serious talk," she said, her voice firm as she motioned for me to come closer. I sighed heavily, the fatigue of the day weighing down on me. "I've had a long day," I replied, hoping to brush off the conversation for another time.

"Perhaps we could discuss this later?" "This is important, son," my mother interjected, her tone leaving no room for argument. As the Alpha of the pack, I could easily dismiss this meeting, choosing instead to retreat to the solitude I craved. Yet, deep down, I held a profound respect for my mother and valued the opinions of both her and my father. Victoria, on the other hand, was a different story; my trust in her was tenuous at best, but she was my sister, and I owed her an audience.

Exhaustion tugged at my limbs, but I reminded myself that an Alpha's duties extend beyond mere personal desires. Part of my role encompassed honoring both family and pack. Thus, I forcibly pushed aside my thoughts of relaxation and made my way to the living room, where Victoria had taken a seat beside our mother. My mother gestured toward the armchair positioned diagonally across from the couch, inviting me to sit. Once I settled into the chair, Victoria wasted no time. "Claire has been worried sick about you, Damien.

She says she hasn't seen you in ages." "Claire has more than enough support," I replied, my voice laced with irritation. "She has all the staff she could possibly need, including medical assistance for the baby and a personal chef to cater to any cravings. If I were there, I'd only be a hindrance." "She likes having you around," Victoria pressed, her tone insistent. "I fail to see how that's my concern," I shot back, my frustration bubbling under the surface. Our mother leaned forward, her expression earnest. "She is carrying your child, Damien." I felt a sharp pang at her words.

"She isn't my mate, Mother," I reminded her, casting a glance at Victoria, hoping she would recall this fact as well. It infuriated me how quickly they had moved on from Amelia now that she was gone. "Amelia is my mate." "The human abandoned you," Mother stated bluntly. "She took your child and fled. How can you still defend her?" "She had her reasons," I replied, the words spilling out begrudgingly. Yes, she had her reasons, even if I didn't agree with them. To her, those reasons had been sufficient to justify her departure.

If I wanted to bring her back, I needed to strive for understanding, no matter how challenging that proved to be. "Foolish, human reasons," Mother scoffed. "She abandoned her role as your mate. Damien, it's time to think about the future." Victoria interjected again, her voice rising with urgency. "Claire is carrying your child-a healthy, pureblood werewolf whom you will teach to lead this pack just as well as you have. She's giving you our next Alpha." "I am grateful for the child," I replied, my voice steady.

I could care for any child that bore my blood, but I struggled to see how this tied into my future. "And I will train that child. They will be my own." "And what about Claire?" Victoria pressed, her eyebrows furrowing. If she was trying to make some kind of point, I was at a loss. "What about Claire?" I asked, my tone clipped. This whole situation felt utterly transactional to me. Claire had been compensated with both wealth and reputation to bear my child. She would be respected as the mother of my heir, and she would be taken care of for the rest of her life.

What more could she possibly want? Victoria regarded me with a look that suggested I was missing something crucial. My mother maintained a stoic expression, but I could sense her disappointment radiating from her, even without her needing to express it verbally. "You are neglecting her," Mother said, her voice firm yet tinged with concern. "She may not be your mate, but as the mother of your child, you have responsibilities to her and to the baby." "What would you have me do?" I shot back, my frustration boiling over. "Be there for her. Care for her," Victoria urged, her voice softening.

"You two are going to raise a child together. Support her as you would a mate-" "No," I interrupted, my voice resolute. "I will care for the child and fulfill my obligations there, but my priorities lie with my mate and my wife, Amelia." "She left you," Victoria countered, her voice rising again. "That doesn't matter," I said, rising from my chair, my patience wearing thin. I was done with this conversation, whether they were or not. "If you'll excuse me..." Victoria stood as well, her annoyance evident.

"You are walking away from your responsibilities to chase after some harlot who-" A surge of anger coursed through me, and I growled, the sound low and menacing. Victoria immediately froze, her complexion paling. "What did you call my wife?" I demanded, my voice low and dangerous. "Easy, Damien," Mother interjected, her tone attempting to diffuse the tension. "Your sister is only worried about you." "If you were anyone else, I would throw you out of this pack for that remark," I said, my voice cold. "Do not test my kindness again." "Victoria," Mother said, turning her gaze to her.

When Victoria met her gaze, Mother prompted, "Apologize." There was a moment of hesitation, a flicker of defiance in Victoria's eyes, but eventually, she relented, her voice begrudging. "Sorry." I didn't believe her sincerity for a moment. After a brief silence, Mother continued, "At the very least, you should send Claire a gift, Damien. Something for the baby, to show her that you haven't abandoned her in this." "She should know better," I replied dismissively.

"Besides, what could she possibly need that she doesn't already have?" I envisioned Claire's nursery, filled with pristine white furniture. The crib was already adorned with soft, earthy-toned blankets and sheets. Baby wolf decorations adorned the walls, and there were more stuffed animals than seemed necessary. Even the mobile above the crib featured little plush wolves dangling from delicate strings. Claire's baby already had everything... My thoughts shifted, unbidden, to Amelia. Did Jake provide her with a nursery? Or was Amelia planning to raise her baby somewhere else entirely?

Jealousy and worry coiled around my heart, dragging my mood down even further. A pregnancy should be a time of anticipation and joy for both the mother and father. Right now, I should have been treating Amelia to her heart's desires, showering our child with love and attention. But the distance made that nearly impossible...yet perhaps it wasn't entirely out of reach. If I could find a way to send a gift to Amelia... She might refuse something from me directly, but perhaps Dr. Wyatt could act as the messenger. She wouldn't even have to know it was from me, not truly.

As long as the gift was delivered, and Amelia felt cherished for a fleeting moment. I wouldn't leave the choice of the gift to Dr. Wyatt, though. This was something I wanted to select myself-a token that spoke from the depths of my soul to both Amelia and our child. "Damien? Are you considering what to get Claire?" my mother asked, breaking into my thoughts. I shrugged, feigning indifference. "I trust you to find something she would appreciate," I replied. "You can put my name on it if that makes you feel better." Mother sighed softly as she leaned back, clearly exasperated.

"Very well." I had far more pressing matters to contemplate. Like finding the perfect gift for my mate and our baby... Conclusion In the depths of his turmoil, Damien stood at a crossroads, burdened by the weight of familial expectations and the haunting absence of his true mate, Amelia. Each clash with Victoria and their mother only served to amplify his internal struggle, drawing him further into the shadows of resentment and isolation.

Yet, amidst the chaos of their conversation, a flicker of realization ignited within him; he was not merely an Alpha or a son, but a father yearning to connect with his child and the woman he loved. The notion of sending a gift to Amelia shifted something fundamental within him, offering a glimmer of hope that perhaps he could bridge the chasm that had formed between them. As he contemplated the perfect token for Amelia and their unborn child, Damien began to understand that love was not defined solely by proximity or obligation, but also by the gestures that spoke to the heart.

Readers can expect a pivotal moment where Damien must decide whether to embrace his responsibilities or pursue the haunting memories of his lost love. Moreover, the chapter will explore the lengths Damien is willing to go to bridge the gap between his past and present. The idea of sending a gift to Amelia hints at a potential turning point in his journey, one that could either mend the frayed bonds of their relationship or push him further into conflict with his family. As he navigates the turbulent waters of duty, love, and longing, the stakes will rise.

Will the gift serve as a catalyst for reconciliation, or will it only deepen the chasm between them? Prepare for an emotional rollercoaster as Damien grapples with his choices and the consequences they may bring for his future, both as an Alpha and a father. Joseph King