Alpha's Abandoned Daughter is the Secret Heiress novel Chapter 117

Chapter 117: No Deal With Rowan

Chapter 117: No Deal With Rowan

(Amelia’s POV)

“So, Lyra,” Seraphina said, her voice dropping to a frigid temperature I hadn’t heard before. “Why are you really here? You didn’t come all this way just to drink my tea.”

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Lyra smoothed the skirt of her expensive silk dress. She tilted her chin up, looking down her nose at me even though she was sitting.

“I came to congratulate my niece on her upcoming engagement, of course,” Lyra said, though the word ‘congratulate‘ sounded like she was spitting out a lemon seed. “I wanted to see the famous ‘pure blood‘ daughter everyone is whispering about. I wanted to see if she lives up to the hype.”

I didn’t blink. I just stared at her.

“If you were so eager to see me, why didn’t you attend the welcome banquet?” I asked.

Lyra waved a manicured hand dismissively. “I was busy. Important social engagements in the

Drake Pack.”

“Right,” I said dryly.

“I tried to visit last night,” Lyra snapped, her eyes narrowing. “But the servants said you were

out in that dilapidated greenhouse. Digging in the dirt like a peasant. You wouldn’t even come inside to greet your aunt.”

She let out a harsh, mocking laugh.

“I suppose that’s what happens when you grow up as a Rogue,” she sneered. “You lose all sense of propriety. You have absolutely no manners.”

Seraphina shot to her feet. Her maternal instincts flared, and she moved to block Lyra from me, like a wolf guarding her pup.

“That is enough, Lyra,” Seraphina warned.

I reached out and placed a hand on my mother’s shoulder. I gave her a reassuring look.

“It’s okay, Mom,” I said softly. “I can handle this.”

I stepped around Seraphina. I walked right up to Lyra, invading her personal space. I was taller than her, and I used every inch of it. I looked down into her eyes, letting a flash of my

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wolf’s wild nature surface.

Lyra flinched, but held her ground.

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“No manners, Aunt Lyra?” I asked, my voice calm but heavy with pressure. “Let me tell something. The Rogue life taught me how to survive when the whole world wanted me dead. It taught me how to identify poison and how to kill before I was killed.”

I leaned in closer. She smelled of fear and overpriced perfume.

“And what did living in this mansion teach you?” I continued. “How to match your shoes to your handbag? How to gossip at tea parties? I know exactly which skill set keeps you alive. longer.”

Lyra’s face paled. She stumbled back a step, overwhelmed by my aura.

“You… you are insolent!” she hissed, trying to regain her composure. “Don’t think you can bully me just because you have Alpha blood. I’m here to warn you.”

“Warn me?” I raised an eyebrow.

“Ever since you came back, this family has been cursed,” Lyra spat, counting off on her fingers. “Caleb is in a coma. Ethan is crippled. Celine’s reputation is in shreds. You are a disaster, Amelia.”

She took a breath, her eyes darting around the room before landing back on me.

“And now I hear Father is giving you control of Starlight Entertainment and the Botanicals?” She let out a scoff of disbelief. “Just because you claimed you could get a deal with the Calder Pack? It’s laughable.”

She crossed her arms over her chest.

“My mate, Caleb Drake, has deep connections within the Calder family,” she bragged. “He hasn’t heard a whisper about any cooperation with a nobody like you.”

I almost laughed out loud.

“Your mate’s connections?” I asked, a smirk playing on my lips. “Who does he know in the Calder Pack? The gardener? Or maybe the butler? Because if he actually knew anyone important, Adrian would have secured that partnership ten years ago.”

Lyra’s face turned a blotchy red. “How dare you!”

I reached out and picked up a delicate crystal ornament from the coffee table. I tossed it lightly in the air and caught it.

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“Don’t get too comfortable,” Lyra threatened, her voice shaking with rage. “One wrong move, and you’ll be kicked out of this house. You’ll be a stray dog again.”

I stopped tossing the crystal. I slammed it back onto the table.

*Bang.*

The sound echoed in the silent room.

“Kicked out?” I said, my voice dropping to a dangerous whisper. “Let’s get one thing straight, Lyra. I don’t live here because Grandfather allows it. I hold 30% of the shares in Starlight Entertainment. I hold 10% of Stone River Botanicals.”

Lyra’s jaw dropped.

“I don’t need a guest room,” I said coldly. “I own the foundation this house is built on.”

“You’re lying,” Lyra gasped. “That’s impossible. Father would never give you that much power.”

“Did Adrian and Livia forget to mention it?” I asked innocently.

“I’m going to ask Father right now!” Lyra shouted, spinning around. “He’s gone senile! This is

insane!”

“Ask me what?” a booming voice cut through the air.

Lyra froze. She looked like a balloon that had just been pricked.

Grandfather Alaric stood at the entrance of the living room. He walked in slowly, his cane tapping rhythmically on the floor. He sat down in the main armchair, his expression unreadable.

Lyra rushed over to him.

“Father!” she cried out. “Is it true? Did you really give this… this girl all those shares?”

Alaric looked at her coldly. “Do you have an objection?”

“Of course I have an objection!” Lyra shrieked. “I am your own daughter! I didn’t get a single share! And she just walks in from the woods and gets everything? It’s a slap in the face!”

“Why is it unfair?” Alaric asked calmly.

“Because I’m family!” Lyra yelled.

“And what value do you bring to the pack?” Alaric asked. His voice was devoid of emotion. Lyra stammered. “I… I married into the Drake Pack! I am the mate of the Alpha’s second son!

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The Drake family has supported us financially for years!”

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“We don’t need money,” Alaric said dismissively. “We need power. We need connections to the top tier. Has your marriage helped us get a meeting with the Calder Pack? Has it helped us expand into the capital?”

Lyra opened her mouth, but no sound came out.

“You married well,” Alaric said harshly. “But you only used it to buy yourself jewelry and throw parties. You bring nothing to the table.”

I leaned back in my chair, crossing my arms. I watched Lyra squirm. It was pathetic, really. She was fighting for scraps while I was building an empire.

I let out a small, mocking snort.

Lyra’s head snapped toward me. The sound seemed to break the last of her restraint.

“I do have value!” Lyra shouted, desperate to prove him wrong. “I can help the pack!”

Alaric raised an eyebrow. “How?”

Lyra puffed out her chest, looking triumphant.

“My mate, Caleb Drake, just received word,” she announced proudly. “Rowan Calder is returning to Northgate City tomorrow.”

She pointed a shaking finger at me.

“My mate can arrange a meeting between Adrian and Rowan Calder,” she declared. “He has the connections. That is real help. It’s much more reliable than the empty lies of this naive little girl.”

I bit my lip to keep from laughing.

I looked at Lyra’s smug face. She really thought she had won. She thought Rowan Calder was coming back to town to do business.

*Oh, Auntie,* I thought, amusement bubbling in my chest. *You have no idea.*

Rowan wasn’t coming back to talk to Adrian. He wasn’t coming back for business at all.

He was coming back for my engagement party. He was coming back to make sure the Stone family didn’t dare mistreat me.

I smiled at her. A genuine, predatory smile.

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“Is that so?” I said softly. “Well, good luck with that.”

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