Alpha's Abandoned Daughter is the Secret Heiress novel Chapter 112

Chapter 112: Celine’s Provocation

Chapter 112: Celine’s Provocation

(Theodore’s POV)

I stared at the guest list on my phone. Amella had pulled some serious strings. These weren’t just guests; they were power players from the shadows.

I tapped out a reply to her. “You need to understand something. This engagement party was supposed to be my coronation. I was going to be named the heir to the Alpha King.”

I paused, looking at my useless legs.

“Now, everyone thinks I’m trash,” I typed. “They think the family is throwing me away. You are walking into a trap, Amelia. As my fiancée, you will face doubts. The Crimson family will try to crush you.”

I attached a file. It was an encrypted dossier on the core members of my family. “Read this. Prepare yourself.”

Her reply came in seconds.

“Sounds fun,” she wrote. “A boring engagement party is a crime. If there’s a conflict, good. Let’s give them a show.”

I stared at the screen. She was unbelievable. Most women would run. She wanted popcorn.

I chuckled and shook my head. “Just try to keep the body count to zero, alright? I’d hate to clean up blood on my engagement night.”

A sticker popped up on my screen immediately. It was a cartoon wolf shrugging.

“No promises.”

(Amelia’s POV)

Theodore sent another message asking about my ex, Damien.

Just then, my phone buzzed in my hand.

Speak of the devil.

A text from Damien Blackwood popped up.

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“Amelia, this is your last chance,” it read. “Come back to me. If you don’t, I will take legal action. I’m taking you to the courthouse tomorrow. We will make our bond legal. It will humiliate the Crimsons and prove to everyone that you still belong to the Blackwood Pack.”

An image loaded below the text. It was a photo of his new ID card. He was showing off his title as the Blackwood heir.

I felt a laugh bubble up in my chest.

*Does he really think we’d crawl back to his scraps?* Ava snorted in my mind. She sounded disgusted.

*His brain is clearly smaller than his wolf’s, I told her.

I didn’t ignore him this time. I needed to shut this down. My fingers flew across the keyboard.

“Bold of you to assume I even remember what you look like. New phone, who dis?”

I hit send. Then I took a screenshot.

I forwarded it to Theodore with a note: “Look at this clown.”

Theodore’s reply was instant. I could practically feel the heat radiating from the phone. It was pure, angry Alpha possessiveness.

“I’m coming to pick you up. We’re going to the Temple. I’ll mark you tonight so that mutt knows exactly who you belong to.”

I raised an eyebrow. He was so insecure.

I didn’t offer him gentle comfort. That wasn’t my style.

“Calm down, Wolfy,” I typed back. “I don’t need your mark to know who I belong to. And I certainly don’t need a ring to prove I’m not interested in garbage. Stay in your bed and

behave.”

(Amelia’s POV)

The next morning, sunlight streamed onto the dining table.

I sat with Seraphina, eating bacon and eggs. The black coffee was hot and bitter, just how I liked it.

My tablet was propped up in front of me. I was reading the file Theodore had sent.

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The Crimson family was a snake pit. The power struggles were complex. One name stood out, marked in red: Uncle Vincent.

He was Theodore’s biggest threat.

I took a sip of coffee. Suddenly, everything made sense. Celine hadn’t just left because Theodore was crippled. She was smart in a cowardly way. She knew that if Theodore lost his power, there would be a purge. She didn’t want to be collateral damage.

Seraphina noticed my expression. She reached across the table and covered my hand with hers. Her eyes were warm but firm.

“Amelia,” she said softly. “No matter how scary that family is, Jaxon and I will be your shield. We won’t let anyone bully you.”

I looked up at my adoptive mother. Her concern was genuine.

I smiled. It wasn’t a sweet smile. It was sharp.

I squeezed her hand back.

“I appreciate it, mom. But save the shields for the guests. They’re the ones who are going to need protection from *me*.”

(Amelia’s POV)

Breakfast was over. My phone buzzed again on the table.

It was Damien. Again.

I didn’t even look at the message. I swiped the notification away.

I closed my tablet. Checking the time, I stood up. Why waste my morning on a madman?

I needed to go to the hospital. I had to check on my “investment.” There were details about Uncle Vincent in the file that I needed to verify with Theodore in person.

I went into the kitchen. I packed some fresh food into simple Tupperware containers. I slid them into a plain brown paper bag.

I grabbed my car keys. I didn’t tell Seraphina the specifics.

I wasn’t going to the hospital to play the role of a loving mate. I was going to ensure my ally was ready for war.

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(Amelia’s POV)

The elevator doors opened at the hospital. I stepped out, paper bag in hand.

And there she was. Just my luck.

Celine stood in the hallway. She was holding a fancy takeout bag with the logo of a high–end

restaurant.

She saw me and walked over, blocking my path. Her face was plastered with a fake, sweet

smile.

“Amelia,” she said. “How is Theodore? Are his legs recovering?”

I stared at her. My expression was cold.

Celine didn’t back down. She acted like the bigger person. Her eyes flicked to the plain paper bag in my hand. A look of disdain crossed her face.

“If you can really heal him, as a ‘family member, I’d be grateful,” she said. “He needs comfort right now. Poor thing.”

I stopped walking. I looked at her like she was a piece of trash on the sidewalk.

Celine took a step closer. She lowered her voice. Her tone shifted to one of pity.

“Honestly, Amelia, I’m worried for you. Really. Once Theodore’s legs are fixed and his wolf, Logan, gets his power back, do you really think he’ll want a low–ranking healer like you? All your hard work will be for nothing.”

I couldn’t hold it back. I laughed.

I looked her up and down. My eyes were full of mockery.

“Darling, you seem confused. I’m not the one who needs to worry about being replaced.”

I stepped around her. I reached out and pressed the doorbell for the ward.

I didn’t look back at her.

“You, on the other hand, are standing outside his door with takeout, begging for scraps like a stray dog. It’s embarrassing. Have some self–respect.”