Alpha's Abandoned Daughter is the Secret Heiress novel Chapter 121

Chapter 121: Conspiracy

Chapter 121: Conspiracy

(Ronan’s POV)

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It was eight in the evening. The private room in the hidden steakhouse was dimly lit. I pushed the door open, expecting only Celine.

I stopped in my tracks.

Ethan Stone sat at the head of the table. He was slicing through a thick piece of venison steak. It was blue rare. Red juice pooled on the white plate like fresh blood.

I frowned. “I didn’t think we needed an audience.”

Celine looked different tonight. Her usual polished mask was gone. Her eyes burned with a feverish, impatient hunger.

“Cut the crap, Ronan,” she snapped. “Ethan says you have a way to destroy that b***h at the ceremony tomorrow. I don’t care how you do it. I just want results.”

She leaned forward, her knuckles white as she gripped the table.

“I want Amelia to bleed on that stage,” she hissed. “Whether it’s her reputation or her body, I don’t care. I want her ruined.”

Ethan wiped the corner of his mouth with a napkin. He didn’t look up. He simply slid a thick manila folder across the polished wood. It stopped right in front of me.

“A gesture of good faith,” Ethan said smoothly. “Detailed records of Amelia’s life in the Meadow Brook Pack.”

I picked it up. Photos, notes, timelines.

“You know, Ronan,” Ethan said, pointing his steak knife at me casually. ” deep down, you don’t really want Theodore cured. Do you?”

I stiffened.

“If that cripple heals,” Ethan continued, his voice low, “if the black wolf Logan returns… you will never be Alpha King. You will be nothing.”

“Shut up!” I slammed my hand on the table. “I just want to teach her a lesson. Theodore is my brother.”

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Ethan chuckled. He didn’t buy it for a second. He shrugged and popped a piece of raw meat into his mouth.

“Whatever you say,” he chewed slowly. “Use this file. Prove she is uncontrollable. Prove she is violent. Make the council fear her.”

I flipped through the pages. My eyes caught a name. *Damien Blackwood.*

A cruel plan began to form in my mind. My father, Theron, had warned me to be careful. But I was done being careful. Theodore humiliated me. Amelia mocked me.

If Theodore recovered, I was dead anyway. I had to go all in.

I looked up, a cold grin spreading across my face.

“She will pay,” I vowed.

Celine smiled. It was a vicious, ugly thing.

I picked up my glass of red wine. Ethan raised his.

“To a pleasant cooperation,” I said.

Glass clinked against glass. The sound was sharp in the quiet room.-

I walked out of the restaurant into the cool night air. The street was empty.

I pulled out my phone and dialed a number I rarely used.

“I need supplies,” I said as soon as the line connected. My voice was low and cold.

“What kind?” the dealer asked.

“Liquid Wolfsbane,” I ordered. “High purity. And Heat Inducers. The strongest you have.”

“That is a dangerous mix,” the voice said.

“Just get it,” I snapped. “I have a surprise for the banquet tomorrow.”

I hung up and got into my car. I didn’t head home to the Crimson estate. Instead, I drove toward the wealthy district on the west side.

The file Ethan gave me was a goldmine. It said Amelia had a mate in the Meadow Brook Pack. An ex–mate.

Damien Blackwood.

He was the key.

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(Damien’s POV)

It was ten–thirty. I walked down the grand staircase of pack house. I tightened the belt of my silk robe, yawning.

Ronan Crimson stood in the foyer. He looked agitated.

“To what do I owe the pleasure?” I asked, leaning against the banister. “Did the cripple send you?”

Ronan’s jaw tightened. He hated when people insulted his brother, even though he hated him too. Hypocrite.

“I am here to talk about Amelia,” Ronan said bluntly.

I froze. The boredom vanished from my face.

“Amelia?” I repeated.

“You used to be mates,” Ronan said. “Do you want her back?”

I narrowed my eyes. My feelings for Amelia were… complicated. I wanted her. But I also remembered the cold look in her eyes.

“I can help you,” Ronan said, stepping closer. “Tomorrow is the engagement ceremony.”

“I wasn’t invited,” I said dryly.

“You are now.” Ronan pulled a gold–embossed invitation from his jacket. “Here is the plan. We drug her wine. Wolfsbane to weaken her, Heat Inducers to make her desperate.”

I raised an eyebrow. “And then?”

“We lock you two in a room,” Ronan explained quickly. “You don’t even have to sleep with her if you don’t want to. Just get your scent on her. Mark her with your pheromones.”

He smiled, a nasty, triumphant look.

“Imagine the guests,” he said. “Imagine Theodore. His future Luna stumbling out, smelling like another male. It is the ultimate humiliation. Theodore will dump her on the spot. And you… you can take her away as her ‘comforter‘.”

I stared at him. It was a solid plan. If Amelia was just a normal she–wolf.

I took the invitation from his hand. I slapped him on the shoulder, hard.

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“You are a lifesaver, kid,” I said, putting on a smirk. “Working so hard to help your big brother get out of an unwanted marriage. Such a good sibling.”

Ronan flinched at the tone, but he nodded. He thought I was on board.

“Don’t be late,” he said. He turned and walked out the door.

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I watched his taillights fade into the darkness.

The smile dropped from my face instantly.

*i***t,* my wolf, Finn, snorted in my head.

“He is a moron,” I muttered to the empty hall. “Does he think I am suicidal?”

I looked at the invitation in my hand.

“He wants to use me as bait,” I said, tossing the card onto a side table. “Drug Amelia? Control her?”

I laughed, a harsh, humorless sound.

“Good luck with that, Ronan,” I whispered. “Last time I tried to corner her, she almost killed me with a poisonous snake. She isn’t prey you can catch.”

I poured myself a drink, my hand shaking slightly.

“She is a trap,” I said, taking a gulp. “And you are walking right into it.”

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