Alpha's Abandoned Daughter is the Secret Heiress novel Chapter 119

Chapter 119: The Incompetent

Chapter 119: The Incompetent

(Amelia’s POV)

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I stepped toward the elevator bank at the hospital, my heels clicking rhythmically against the polished floor.

Of course, peace was too much to ask for. Standing there were the three witches of my personal Macbeth: Celine, Livia, and my lovely Aunt Lyra.

Livia spotted me instantly. She straightened her spine, puffing out her chest like a peacock trying to assert dominance.

“Lyra,” Livia said loudly, her voice echoing in the quiet hallway. “What do you think of this daughter we found? Quite a specimen, isn’t she?”

Lyra turned her gaze on me. Her eyes raked over my outfit with open disdain.

“Honestly, Livia?” Lyra scoffed. “She looks like she was raised by wolves in a barn. No manners. No class. Just a wild, uncultured little stray who doesn’t know the first thing about

Pack rules.”

Celine stood beside them, silent but beaming. Her eyes danced with gloating delight.

I didn’t get angry. Instead, I felt a cold calm settle over me.

I reached into my pocket and pulled out a surgical scalpel. It was pure silver.

I flipped the blade through my fingers. It spun in a blur of motion, catching the harsh hospital lights. The metal glinted with a cold, lethal promise.

Silver. The one thing every werewolf feared.

I took a slow, deliberate step toward Livia.

“Keep barking, Lyra,” I said, my voice low and dangerous. “My wolf has been incredibly bored lately.”

I let the scalpel dance over my knuckles.

“She is practically begging to tear into some fresh meat,” I whispered. “Or maybe I should just use this silver blade to stitch your mouths shut permanently?”

Livia flinched. Her eyes locked onto the silver blade. She remembered the pain from the last

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time I used silver on her. The color drained from her face, leaving her pasty and gray. She clamped her mouth shut instantly.

In my mind, Ava wasn’t just growling. She was pacing back and forth, her claws scraping against the floor of my psyche.

*Let us at them,* Ava urged, her voice vibrating with excitement. *Just one bite.*

Lyra, however, didn’t share Livia’s traumatic memories. She sneered at her sister–in–law’s fear.

“Pathetic,” Lyra muttered to Livia. Then she turned her glare on me, puffing herself up. “You think a little knife scares me? My mate is from the Drake Pack. We have power you can’t even

dream of.”

I let out a short, cold laugh.

“Save it,” I said, cutting her off. “Your mate, Caleb Drake? He is a glorified spare tire.”

I stepped closer to her, invading her personal space.

“He is the second son,” I reminded her brutally. “Not the Alpha. Not the heir. He doesn’t even have a voice at the dinner table. Don’t project your insecurities onto me, darling.”

Lyra’s face turned a violent shade of red. I had hit the bullseye.

“You arrogant brat,” she hissed. “And you think you’re safe? You are engaged to Theodore Crimson. A cripple!”

She laughed, a harsh, grating sound.

“Don’t think that ring makes you royalty,” she spat. “An Alpha with a broken wolf will never inherit the title. You bet on a losing horse.”

I raised an eyebrow, looking at her with pity.

“About love?” I asked mockingly. “Please. I chose Theo because he is a born king, legs or no legs.”

I leaned in, my voice dropping to a whisper.

“You chose Caleb because he was the only option left on the shelf. That is the difference

between us.”

Lyra opened her mouth to scream, but I held up a finger.

“Save your energy for tomorrow,” I said coldly. “I am really looking forward to seeing on your face when you kneel before me. Don’t disappoint me.”

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Lyra was shaking with rage now. Her hands balled into fists at her sides.

“You will be the one kneeling,” she ground out through gritted teeth. “I swear it.”

The elevator dinged. The doors slid open.

We all stepped inside. The air in the small metal box was thick enough to choke on.

As the doors closed, I turned my head slightly toward Livia.

“How is my brother?” I asked casually. “Caleb. Is he still playing Sleeping Beauty?”

“None of your business,” Livia snapped.

I glanced at Celine. She was staring straight ahead, her jaw tight.

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“You know, I could wake him up,” I said, examining my fingernails. “I have skills that those expensive quacks you hired don’t possess.”

I paused, letting the silence stretch. Then I looked sharply at Celine.

“But looking at Celine’s face…” I mused. “Maybe she prefers him in a coma.”

Celine’s spine went rigid. A flash of pure panic darted through her eyes before she masked it.

“What do you say, Livia?” I asked. “Do you want to let your daughter–in–law turn your son into a vegetable? Or do you want to be a useful mother for once in your miserable life?”

Livia hesitated. She looked at me, then at Celine. For a second, I saw hope war with suspicion in her eyes.

“Don’t listen to her,” Lyra whispered venomously. “It’s a trap. She probably wants to poison

him.”

Livia’s face hardened again. Her paranoia won out.

“Stay away from my son,” Livia ordered.

I shrugged. The elevator arrived at my floor.

“Suit yourself,” I said as I walked out. “It’s your son’s funeral, not mine.”

I didn’t look back as the doors closed on them.

I walked down the corridor toward Theodore’s room. Up ahead, the door opened.

Ronan Crimson stepped out.

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He didn’t see me at first. His face was a mask of dark, twisted fury. A terrifying aura of suppressed bloodlust radiated off him. It was a stark contrast to the submissive, gentle brother act he usually played.

Then he looked up.

In a split second, the darkness vanished. He plastered a fake, polite smile onto his face.

“Amelia,” he said smoothly. “Good to see you.”

I looked down at his hand. He was holding a paper bag from a high–end steakhouse.

“Let me guess,” I said, a smirk tugging at my lips. “He didn’t even let you in?”

Ronan’s grip on the bag tightened.

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“That steak looks cold, Ronan,” I mocked. “Just like your attempts to suck up to him. Bloody and boring.”

Ronan’s smile froze. His eyes narrowed, assessing me.

“He told you,” Ronan said flatly. “About the family.”

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“Theo has no secrets from me,” I replied, crossing my arms. “That is the difference between a mate and… whatever you are to him. A nuisance?”

Ronan’s mask shattered completely. His eyes turned cold and reptilian.

“He trusts you that much, huh?” he muttered.

“Naturally,” I said. “Compared to a snake like Isla, or a fake like you? I am the only one he can

trust.”

Ronan took a step toward me. He lowered his voice, trying to be intimidating.

“Your tongue is too sharp, Amelia,” he threatened. “Making too many enemies is bad for your health.”

I laughed. It was a genuine sound of amusement.

“Enemies?” I shook my head. “Get over yourself. You have to be a threat to be an enemy.”

I looked him up and down with dismissal.

“You?” I scoffed. “You are just background noise.”

Ronan’s eyes flashed dangerously.

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“Oh?” he growled. “Then what am I?”

I didn’t hesitate.

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“You are an incompetent loser, Ronan,” I said clearly. “Just a pathetic little worm waiting to

eat the leftovers.”

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Sylvia

Dear Readers,

Starting today, I will be updating four chapters daily!

Thank you so much for reading Alpha’s Abandoned Daughter is the Secret Heiress. Writing Amelia’s journey has been a thrill–from being rejected by her mate Damien and her birth parents, to finding her true worth and a real mate in Theodore. She proves that family isn’t just about blood, it’s about who stands by you.

Amelia’s secret identities are just starting to surface, and I have many more twists planned as she climbs to the top of the pack. If you love strong female leads, satisfying revenge, and romance against all odds, I know you will love what comes next.

Please continue to support Amelia and Theodore–your comments and votes are my biggest motivation!

With love, Sylvia

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