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

Chapter 327: Standoff

Chapter 327: Standoff

(Amelia’s POV)

I followed the waiter through the winding, dimly lit corridors of the Night City club. The pounding bass from the dance floor faded into a dull throb beneath my feet as we entered the exclusive VIP sector.

Finally, the waiter stopped. He gestured nervously toward a heavy mahogany door at the end of the hall. It was slightly ajar. A clear invitation. Or a trap.

They obviously wanted me to walk right in.

My werewolf hearing picked up the sounds from inside instantly. The noise of clinking glasses and raucous laughter grated against my eardrums.

“I bet she’s shaking in her boots right now,” a rough voice sneered. “She’s not coming here to cause trouble for Hugh York. She’s coming to get on her knees.”

“Begging for mercy?” another voice chimed in, followed by a vulgar snort. “Please. If that bitch Amelia really wants to save Starlight Entertainment, she shouldn’t be begging Hugh. She should be crawling to

Griffin Drake.”

Laughter erupted, thick with malice and arrogance.

*These filthy mongrels,* Ava growled in the back of my mind. Her fur bristled, and I felt her claws itching to extend beneath my skin. *Their scent is revolting, Amelia. It smells like rotting meat and cheap ambition. Let me out. Let me tear their throats out.*

*Patience,* I soothed her silently, though my own blood ran cold with calculated fury. *Let them laugh. It makes the silence afterwards so much sweeter.*

I adjusted the cuffs of my jacket, my expression hardening into a mask of ice.

(Author’s POV)

Amelia stood at the threshold, her sapphire eyes sweeping over the scene.

Behind her, a dozen burly men in black suits had silently emerged from the shadows of the corridor, blocking her retreat. They crossed their arms, muscles bulging, clearly intending to intimidate.

The waiter looked at her with pity, as if she were a lamb walking into a slaughterhouse.

Amelia found the look ridiculous. She didn’t need pity. She needed targets.

She pushed the door open and stepped inside without a hint of hesitation.

The VIP box was opulent, filled with the scent of expensive cigars and heavy perfume. Lucas Lloyd was the first thing she saw. He was lounging on a side sofa, his arm draped possessively around Celine Stone.

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“Look who decided to show up,” Lucas mocked, his eyes gleaming with cruelty. “Ready to pay

sins? Celine is going to enjoy watching you crawl tonight.”

for

your

Celine leaned into him, her blue eyes filled with venomous triumph. In her mind, Amelia was a fool. Without the Stone family’s protection, walking into Drake territory was suicide.

“You’re finally going to get what you deserve,” Celine hissed. “No one is coming to save you tonight.”

On the main leather sofa sat Griffin Drake. He didn’t speak immediately. He just watched Amelia, swirling the amber liquid in his glass. His gaze was that of a predator assessing a particularly foolish rabbit.

He found her arrogance amusing. Did she really think she could just walk in here?

Jade York sat in the corner. She held a glass of wine, her knuckles white as she gripped the stem. Her face was a mask of forced calm, but her heart was hammering against her ribs. She kept glancing between

Amelia and the door, terrified for her ally.

Hugh York stood up from the bar, swaying slightly. He held a crystal goblet, a smirk plastering his face.

“Well, well,” Hugh drawled, taking a step toward her. “Are you here to beg, Amelia? If you get down on the floor right now, maybe I’ll consider leaving Starlight with a few scraps.”

Amelia’s lips curved into a cold, sharp smile.

Her eyes darted around the room, scanning the corners and the ceiling. No red blinking lights. No hidden

lenses in the vents.

This was a private VIP box designed for illicit deals. There were absolutely no surveillance cameras.

Perfect.

Without video evidence, whatever happened in this room would be nothing more than a story. She could use the neurotoxins she had prepared. She could make them see demons if she wanted to.

“Beg?” Amelia asked, her voice smooth and calm.

She casually smoothed out a wrinkle on her sleeve.

“No, Hugh. I’m not here to beg.” She looked him dead in the eye. “I’m just here to see exactly how hard your

skull is.”

The room went silent for a second before Lucas burst out laughing.

“Are you blind?” Lucas jeered. “Look around you! You’re surrounded by elite wolf warriors. You’re

completely insane.”

Griffin finally spoke. His voice was deep, carrying the weight of the Drake family’s authority.

“You have spirit, I’ll give you that,” Griffin said lazily. “But this is my territory. Once you step in here, the rules are mine. You think you can cause a scene and just walk away?”

Amelia didn’t flinch. Her smile widened, revealing a glimpse of teeth that looked dangerously sharp.

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