Alpha's Abandoned Daughter is the Secret Heiress novel Chapter 133

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Chapter 133: A Trap of One’s Own Making

Chapter 133: A Trap of One’s Own Making

(Author’s POV)

The harmonious atmosphere of the banquet hall shattered instantly. Damien’s shout echoed

off the high ceilings, causing every head to turn.

He stood at the entrance, clutching a massive bouquet of bright red roses. He looked out of place and manic.

Without waiting for permission, Damien strode toward the stage. The crowd parted for him, murmurs erupting like wildfire.

Amelia’s face turned ice cold. She snatched the microphone from Theodore’s hand.

“Get out,” Amelia commanded, her voice sharp. “You are not welcome here.”

Damien ignored her completely. He kept walking until he was right in front of the stage, looking up at them.

“Cancel this engagement immediately!” Damien shouted. “You are making a mistake,

Amelia!”

The whispers grew louder.

“Isn’t that the lost son of the Blackwood family?” one guest whispered.

“I heard he and Amelia used to be mates in the countryside,” another replied.

“Does Theodore know about their past?” someone asked.

Damien seemed to feed off the attention. He puffed out his chest and pointed an accusing finger at Theodore.

“You can’t marry him, Amelia,” Damien announced loudly. “Look at him. He is a cripple.”

The room went quiet, but Damien wasn’t finished. He dropped the real bomb.

“It isn’t just his legs,” Damien sneered, his voice carrying to every corner of the room. “He can’t have children. His body is broken. He can never give you pups!”

Gasps filled the air. This was a direct attack on the Crimson bloodline.

“No heirs?” an elder from a minor pack muttered. “If the Crimson heir cannot reproduce, the

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lineage ends.”

“Is he fit to lead if he cannot provide a successor?” another questioned.

Damien smiled triumphantly. He took a step closer to the stairs of the stage.

“Only an Alpha like me can give you true happiness,” Damien declared. “I can give you the family you deserve. Come down here, Amelia.”

The insult hung heavy in the air. To question an Alpha’s ability to breed was the ultimate disrespect in their society.

Theodore sat motionless in his wheelchair. His face was a mask of indifference.

His golden eyes didn’t even blink at Damien. Instead, his gaze drifted past the fool to the shadows at the edge of the room.

Ronan stood there, watching.

Inside Theodore’s mind, his wolf, Logan, let out a deep, vibrating growl.

*“This mongrel has a death wish,“* Logan snarled. *“I will personally tear his throat out.“*

Theodore tightened his grip on the armrest slightly.

*“Patience,“* Theodore soothed his wolf. *“The show is just beginning.“*

Below the stage, the Stone family table was in chaos.

Seraphina’s face went white with anger. She gripped the tablecloth.

“How did he get in?” Seraphina demanded. “The security is supposed to be impenetrable today.”

Jaxon’s eyes were sharp as flint. He scanned the room.

“He didn’t sneak in,” Jaxon said grimly. “Someone let him in to sabotage this.”

At the next table, Ethan and Celine exchanged a quick, secretive look. A smirk played on Ethan’s lips.

They knew exactly who was behind this. They were just waiting for Amelia to be humiliated.

Livia, sitting on the other side, let out a short, cruel laugh.

“I knew it,” Livia scoffed. “Amelia’s engagement was destined to be a farce. She attracts

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trouble like a magnet.”

Seraphina turned on her, eyes blazing.

“She is your daughter!” Seraphina snapped. “How can you take joy in this?”

“She is an embarrassment,” Livia retorted.

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“Enough,” Jaxon growled, stepping between them. He glared at Livia. “Watch your tongue, Livia. Or I will have you removed.”

Lyra Drake watched the interaction from a few feet away. She saw the protective way Jaxon shielded Seraphina.

Her heart twisted.

She thought of her own mate, Carlos. When trouble struck, he ran. He was a coward.

*Why do some women get heroes, and I get a rat?* Lyra thought bitterly. Jealousy burned in

her chest.

Further back, the Crimson cousins were watching the drama unfold.

Vivian swirled her wine, looking bored.

“Look at that i***t,” Vivian drawled. “He is pulling a Derek.”

Derek, sitting nearby, stiffened. His face darkened.

“What did you say?” Derek growled.

“I said he is shooting himself in the foot,” Vivian said with a smirk. “Just like you did. I wonder why Ronan wants to ruin his own brother’s event so badly.”

Garrett leaned toward Victor, keeping his voice low.

“This chaos weakens Theodore’s position,” Garrett whispered. “It is a chance for the Alpha King to reconsider the succession.”

Victor looked at Ronan in the distance and scoffed.

“Please,” Victor said dismissively. “Ronan is a snake who hides in the grass. He fights with tricks, not strength. He is not worthy to be my opponent.”

The tension in the room was at its peak. It was the perfect moment for a hero to step in.

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Ronan emerged from the shadows. He signaled to two large bodyguards behind him.

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He marched toward Damien with a look of righteous indignation on his face. He adjusted his suit jacket, looking every bit the concerned brother.

“Damien Blackwood!” Ronan shouted, his voice full of authority. “You have crossed the line!”

The crowd watched as Ronan stopped a few feet from Damien.

“This is a sacred ceremony for the Crimson family,” Ronan lectured loudly. “We do not tolerate such disrespect. Security, remove him!”

Ronan looked around at the guests, making sure they saw him defending the family honor. He was playing the part perfectly.

He turned back to Damien with a sneer.

“Get out now,” Ronan ordered. “Before I make you.”

Damien stared at Ronan. His expression shifted from manic to confused, and then to angry.

He didn’t back down. He didn’t run.

Instead, Damien let out a harsh laugh.

“Cut the act, Ronan!” Damien yelled, his voice booming over the silence.

Ronan froze. His confident mask slipped for a fraction of a second.

“What are you talking about?” Ronan hissed. “Get him out of here!”

Damien shook off the bodyguard who reached for him.

“You invited me!” Damien screamed, pointing a finger directly in Ronan’s face. “That invitation in my pocket? You gave it to me yesterday!”

The entire banquet hall gasped in unison. The sound was like all the air being sucked out of

the room.

“Ronan invited him?” a guest whispered loudly.

“He set up his own brother?” another asked, shocked.

Celine and Ethan’s faces drained of color instantly. Their smug smiles vanished.

“He is ruining everything,” Ethan muttered.

Ronan panicked. He could feel the eyes of the Alpha King and his father burning into his

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“You are lying!” Ronan shouted, his voice cracking slightly. “I never met you! You are spewing lies to sow discord!”

“Oh, am I?” Damien challenged.

Damien looked furious. He had been promised a chance to win Amelia back, not to be thrown out like garbage by his co–conspirator.

The gloves were off.

Damien ignored Ronan’s murderous glare. He turned his back on Ronan and looked up at Amelia and Theodore on the stage.

“I am not lying,” Damien said clearly.

He reached into his pocket and pulled out his phone, waving it in the air.

“Check the security footage at the Blackwood Pack house,” Damien announced to the entire room. “My cameras don’t lie. Last night, this guy came to my door…”

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