Alpha's Abandoned Daughter is the Secret Heiress novel Chapter 143

Chapter 143: Festering Wounds

Chapter 143: Festering Wounds

(Celine’s POV)

Livia’s scream pierced the air like a siren, shattering the hum of the banquet hall. I jolted awake from the darkness, my heart pounding against my ribs. My hand flew to my face instinctively.

I expected smooth skin. Instead, my fingertips grazed something rough. It felt like tree bark- swollen, bumpy, and wrong.

“My face…” I whispered.

The whispers of the guests drilled into my ears. I looked around wildly. The unmated wolves, the young Alphas and Betas who usually looked at me with desire, now stared with open shock. Some even recoiled, their expressions twisted in disgust.

Panic exploded in my chest. I grabbed my mother’s arm, my nails digging into her silk sleeve.

“Mirror! Mom, give me a mirror!” I screamed hysterically.

Livia’s eyes darted away. There was a flicker of repulsion in her gaze before she masked it. She grabbed my hand, trying to pull it down.

“No, honey, don’t look,” she pleaded, her voice trembling. “Just stay calm.”

A man in a white coat stepped forward. It was the healer from the Crimson Moon Pack. He examined me with a grave expression, not touching, just looking.

He shook his head slowly.

“This poison comes from the deep wilderness,” he stated bluntly. “It is extremely vicious. It doesn’t just damage the tissue; it inhibits a wolf’s healing ability.”

I froze. “What?”

“The toxins have caused deep tissue necrosis,” he explained without sugarcoating it. “The fatal danger has passed, but we missed the window for magical purification. The facial disfigurement is permanent.”

Livia gasped. “Can’t you reduce the swelling? She needs her face!”

The healer looked at her with pity. “Unless a miracle happens, her face is ruined.”

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(Celine’s POV)

Livia stumbled, nearly losing her balance. She clutched at the healer’s sleeve.

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“No,” she babbled aggressively. “We will find the best plastic surgeons. We will use the most expensive potions. We have money!”

“Save your money, Livia.”

A short, cold laugh cut through the air. Amelia pushed Theodore’s wheelchair forward, moving slowly toward us. She looked bored, idly inspecting her manicured fingernails.

“You can’t scrub ‘rotten‘ out of the bone,” Amelia said, looking at us with cruel humor. “That poison isn’t just in her blood; it’s eating her from the inside out. She’s already a walking corpse; she just hasn’t started smelling yet.”

*Rotten.*

The word made me shudder violently. I looked up and saw Theodore. He sat there, handsome and powerful, the Alpha presence radiating from him. Shame washed over me. I wanted him

to save me.

Tears blurred my vision as I looked at him. *Help me.*

Amelia stepped directly in my line of sight. She blocked him completely, cutting off my last

hope.

“Don’t look at him,” she said sharply. “He can’t help you.”

She leaned forward, her blue eyes boring into mine with terrifying pressure.

“**** am the only doctor in this room who knows what that poison does,” she hissed. “And **** am the one deciding not to save you.”

(Amelia’s POV)

The light in Celine’s eyes finally died. She collapsed onto the floor, a sobbing mess.

“Amelia…” she whimpered, her lips trembling. “Please…”

I looked down at her. I felt no pity, only cold contempt.

“You wanted to play dirty, Celine?” I asked, a mocking smile curling my lips. “Well, welcome to the mud. It suits you.”

I didn’t waste another glance on her. I turned the wheelchair and pushed Theodore toward the dais at the front of the hall.

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As we moved, Theodore spoke quietly, his voice low enough for only me to hear.

“That scorpion bite… was it really just a coincidence?”

I didn’t bother lowering my voice. I met his gaze openly.

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“She tried to set a trap for me, Theo,” I said with a shrug, as if discussing the weather. “I just made sure it snapped on her leg instead. I don’t leave loose ends.”

I glanced back. Livia was dragging Celine toward the exit.

“Killing her is too easy,” I added coldly. “She built her entire life on being a pretty face to manipulate weak men. I didn’t just scar her face; I took away her only weapon.”

In my mind, Ava let out a satisfied growl. *Good job. That she–wolf relied too much on her facade. Now she is nothing.*

Livia had no choice but to take her to the treatment center. Celine cried as she left, but her

tears garnered no sympathy. The high–ranking wolves and scions of Alpha bloodlines stepped back as she passed, avoiding her like the plague. Under their disgusted gazes, Celine broke down, urging her mother to run.

(Amelia’s POV)

With the buzzkills gone, the commotion settled. The Crimson family’s Omegas moved in swiftly, cleaning up the mess and restoring the hall’s dignity.

Theodore raised a hand, signaling me to stop. I positioned the wheelchair in the center of the dais, facing the sea of Alphas, Lunas, and clan representatives.

He cleared his throat.

“I apologize for the chaos,” Theodore said, his voice projecting authority. “Thank staying to witness this important moment.”

you all for

He reached into his inner suit pocket. He pulled out a velvet box. He opened it slowly in front of me.

Inside, a moonstone diamond ring shimmered under the chandelier light.

Theodore looked up at me. His deep golden eyes reflected only me. The rest of the world faded away.

“Mia,” he said, his voice magnetic and low. “Meeting you was the Moon Goddess’s greatest gift to me during my darkest time, when I was abandoned by everyone.”

He took a breath, his gaze burning with intensity.

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“Before I met you, I didn’t understand the bond between mates. After meeting you, I believe it is destiny. Today, in this sacred Pack House, in front of all these witnesses-”

He looked straight into my soul.

“Will you do me the honor of accepting me as your mate?”