Chapter 104: Not a Single Penny
Chapter 104: Not a Single Penny
(Amelia’s POV)
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I have never believed in coincidences. Growing up in a world where safety was a luxury, I learned to question every accident. If you don’t watch the shadows, the shadows will kill you.
I looked down at Theodore. His face was tense. I hesitated. I had a cruel theory about his past, but I wasn’t sure if he could handle it.
Theodore let out a bitter laugh. He looked up at me with those intense eyes.
“I know what you are thinking,” he said quietly. “You think my mother’s death wasn’t an accident.”
I nodded slowly. “The timing… it’s too convenient.”
He gripped the sheets. “I’ve gone over the details of that day a thousand times in my head. I suspect Theron planned it. Or at least, he let it happen. But the trails are cold. The evidence is gone.”
I reached out and covered his hand with mine. His skin was cool, but his grip was strong.
“We can’t change the past,” I said softly. “But we can catch them now. If Ronan and Theron want the Crimson Moon Pack, they won’t stop. They will try again. And when they do, we will be ready.”
Suddenly, a loud commotion erupted in the hallway.
“Let me in!” Theron’s voice boomed through the door. “That is my son! Why is that woman touching him?”
“Step back,” Marcus’s voice was cold and hard.
“You dare block me?” Theron screamed. “You are just a watchdog! Get out of my way!”
The door handle rattled violently. Theron was trying to force his way in.
Then came the sound of a scuffle. Bodies hit the floor. Theron let out a high–pitched yelp of
pain.
“Restrain him,” Marcus ordered calmly.
I didn’t even lift an eyebrow. My hands remained steady on Theodore’s legs.
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(Theodore’s POV)
Thirty minutes later, the session ended. The door opened, and Seraphina walked in. She was carrying a thermal lunch box that smelled delicious.
She stopped dead in her tracks. Her eyes widened as she looked at the floor near the
entrance.
Theron was pinned to the ground by two large pack warriors. His expensive suit was rumpled. His face was pressed against the tiles. He looked ridiculous.
Seraphina raised an eyebrow. She looked at me.
“Is that… your father?” she asked.
I smirked. “He tried to break into the treatment room. My men had to use a little force.”
Seraphina shook her head. She looked at Theron with pure disdain.
“No dignity,” she muttered. “A man of his age, acting like a hooligan. He doesn’t deserve respect if he can’t show it.”
She stepped over him as if he were a pile of trash. She walked straight to Amelia, her face softening instantly.
I watched them. Seraphina didn’t care about Theron’s status. She only cared that he was disturbing her daughter.
My chest tightened. This was what a family should be. No hierarchy. No politics. Just
protection.
Jaxon and Seraphina loved Amelia even though she wasn’t their pup. I never had that.
Deep inside, Logan let out a low, longing purr. He wanted that warmth.
I looked at Seraphina’s kind back. I couldn’t wait for the Mating Ceremony. I wanted the right
to call this woman “Mom.”
(Amelia’s POV)
I packed away my obsidian healing tools. I stretched my arms over my head, feeling my spine C***k.
“That’s it for today,” I announced.
Theodore shifted on the bed. He moved his legs experimentally.
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“I can feel them,” he said, a look of wonder on his face. “The sensation is coming back. It’s stronger today.”
“Good,” I said. “Keep resting.”
Theodore looked at the door. The noise from the hallway had quieted down, but the tension
remained.
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“I should go handle my family matters,” Theodore said. “I don’t want that old man ruining your
lunch.”
I laughed and waved my hand. “Go ahead. Make him be quiet.”
Marcus helped Theodore into his wheelchair and wheeled him out. The door clicked shut, leaving peace behind.
Mom sat on the edge of the bed. She opened the lunch box. The rich scent of stewed venison and roasted vegetables filled the room.
“You look pale,” she said, frowning. “Are you tired?”
I slumped my shoulders dramatically. “So tired. My hands are too weak to hold a fork.”
Seraphina chuckled. “You poor thing.”
She cut a piece of tender venison. She blew on it gently, then held the fork to my lips.
I ate it happily. “It tastes better when you feed me, Mom.”
“You just have a sweet mouth,” Seraphina laughed, her eyes crinkling.
(Theodore’s POV)
I entered the lounge next door. I waved my hand at the warriors.
“Let him up,” I ordered.
The warriors stepped back. Theron scrambled to his feet. He dusted off his suit, his face red with humiliation. Ronan was standing in the corner, looking pale.
Theron stormed over to me. He slammed the door shut behind him.
“You ungrateful brat!” Theron shouted, pointing a finger at my nose. “You let your dogs attack me? I am your father! You made me lose face in front of subordinates!”
I looked at him coldly. “You are a joke, father,” I said flatly. “You lost your own face. I didn’t have to do anything.”
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“You have three minutes,” I said, checking my watch. “State your business or get out.”
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He turned purple. Ronan tugged on his sleeve, whispering something urgent. Theron took a deep breath, trying to compose himself.
“I need funds,” Theron said stiffly. “Transfer one million to my account. Now.”
I raised an eyebrow. “Why?”
“I need it!” he snapped. “I am your father. Do I need to explain myself to you?”
“Yes,” I said. “Fill out a requisition form. Submit it to the finance department. If it’s approved, you get the money.”
Theron’s eyes bulged. “A form? For a measly one million? Do you take me for a beggar?”
I let out a cold, sharp laugh. “You are an Alpha who has lived fifty years. And yet, you don’t have a million in liquid assets? You have to run to your son and demand cash?”
I leaned forward in my wheelchair.
“Yes, Theron. That is exactly what a beggar looks like.”
Theron opened his mouth to scream, but I cut him off.
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“If I told the rogues outside that they could get a million just by filling out a form, they would line up to call me ‘Daddy“,” I sneered. “At least they work for their meals. You? You are incompetent and you have no shame.”
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