Alpha's Abandoned Daughter is the Secret Heiress novel Chapter 1

Chapter 322: Damien’s Delusion

Chapter 322: Damien’s Delusion

(Amelia’s POV)

I stared at the phone screen, genuinely surprised.

Theodore moved faster than I ever anticipated.

“You already went to see them?” I asked, blinking at the camera.

Theodore nodded, his expression solemn and earnest.

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“You mentioned last night that you wanted to meet my core circle,” he said in his deep, rumbling voice. “So, I visited the Alphas and my key members early this morning to explain the situation.”

I let out a small, awkward laugh, brushing a strand of hair behind my ear.

“I did mention it,” I admitted. “But I thought we would wait.”

I listed the reasons on my fingers.

“Jasper just got his identity back. Theron and Victor are still causing trouble in the shadows. The pack affairs are a mess right now.”

I looked at him apologetically.

“I assumed this meeting would happen after the birthday banquet.”

Theodore leaned closer to the camera, his golden eyes intense and full of affection.

“Amelia,” he said firmly. “Anything concerning my mate is the most important thing. It cannot be delayed.”

His tone brooked no argument.

Inside my mind, Ava stirred from her slumber.

She let out a low, satisfied growl that vibrated through my chest.

*That is right, she purred, her tail swishing. *A powerful male should always put his mate first. He knows the laws of the wolf.*

I felt a flush of warmth spread through my cheeks.

“Thank you,” I whispered.

We shifted the topic to our engagement banquet.

Theodore’s brow furrowed slightly with regret.

“That night was too chaotic,” he said. “It was too grand, too many eyes watching.”

He sighed.

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“My Alpha friends were there, of course. But they didn’t get a single chance to speak with you properly. They have been pestering me to meet the legendary future Luna in private.”

“I would like that,” I said.

“What about you?” Theodore asked suddenly, curiosity in his gaze. “Who are your friends, Amelia?”

I paused, thinking.

The silence stretched for a moment.

“I don’t have friends in the traditional sense,” I answered honestly.

I counted them off.

“Silas is my subordinate. Rhys… he is more like a brother I grew up with.”

I glanced over at the terrarium where my snakes were sleeping.

“If you really want to count friends,” I joked dryly, “it is probably just my poisonous pets.”

Theodore looked surprised, so I explained further.

“Growing up, I had to survive. I had to learn medicine to prove my worth. I didn’t have time to build social circles or go to parties.”

A sudden realization hit me.

I thought of Damien.

“You know,” I said softly, my gaze drifting away. “This makes me realize something about Damien.”

Theodore’s expression tightened slightly at the name, but he waited.

“He always complained that I neglected him,” I said. “He felt cold and ignored. I think… I truly didn’t know how to allocate time for a mate.”

I looked back at Theodore, feeling a pang of guilt.

“Even now,” I confessed. “I have been back in Northgate City for a while, and we haven’t even had a proper date. I just work.”

Theodore’s face softened instantly.

“Do not blame yourself,” he said gently. “You carry a heavy burden.”

He smiled reassuringly,

“Besides, many people want to be close to you. My cousin Natasha, for instance. She worships the ground you walk on. She is just too afraid to disturb you.”

I smiled back, feeling the tension in my shoulders relax.

“I promise,” I said earnestly. “When the dust settles, I will take you to meet the people who are important to

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1. me. Even if they are just a few eccentrics.”

We said our goodnights, and the video call ended.

placed the phone on the nightstand but saw the notification light blinking.

I picked it up again.

It was a barrage of messages from Natasha.

I opened the chat.

“Alpha! We are winning!” she typed excitedly. “We are crushing the charts on Redberry Music!”

She sent a string of angry emojis.

“Caleb is such a hypocrite. He plays the victim while stabbing you in the back. He is disgusting.”

I scrolled down.

The next messages were screenshots.

“He dropped a bomb, Amelia,” Natasha wrote. “Look at what this delusional man is offering.”

I opened the images.

They were chat logs between Natasha–who was pretending to be me–and Damien.

Damien’s messages were long and self–important.

He claimed he had prepared a shocking birthday gift for me.

“5% of the Blackwood Logistics Company shares,” he wrote. “It is a fortune, Amelia. It is security.”

But then came the condition.

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“You must break your engagement with the cripple,” Damien demanded. “Come back to me. Be my mate

again.”

I stared at the screen, and a cold sneer curled my lips.

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