Alpha's Abandoned Daughter is the Secret Heiress novel Chapter 162

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162: The One Who Took Ronan

162: The One Who Took Ronan

(Amelia’s POV)

I looked at the paper bag Ethan was holding out to me with trembling hands. I didn’t even bother to

reach for it. My eyes just swept over the luxury logo with pure contempt.

“Ethan, please,” I said, my voice as cold as if I were discussing trash separation. “That bag reeks of despair and Celine’s cheap perfume.”

Ethan flinched. He looked down at the bag, then back at me, his face flushing a deep, ugly red.

“You know my rules,” I continued, letting a short, mocking laugh escape my lips. “I don’t do

leftovers.”

His fingers froze awkwardly in mid–air. The embarrassment of being seen through so thoroughly made him look pathetic. He opened his mouth to explain, to stammer out some excuse about

redemption.

I didn’t give him the chance. My gaze sharpened like a knife blade,

“You want to talk?” I asked. “Fine. But next time, bring a conscience, not a catalog.”

I stepped closer, forcing him to take a step back.

“Now, take your trash and get out,” I ordered.

“Well done, this is the posture a queen should have.” Ava wagged her tail excitedly in my mind.

Ethan hung his head in shame. He didn’t say another word. He turned around and walked away, looking like a beaten dog.

***

Once Ethan was gone, I turned my attention to the girl standing near the wall. Skylar Reed.

She was still trembling slightly from the ordeal at the hotel. But she wasn’t crying. She took a deep breath when she saw me looking at her.

Then, she lowered her head and bared her neck to me. It was the ultimate werewolf gesture of submission and loyalty. She was offering her life to me.

“Save the tears, Skylar,” I said, my tone shifting to a calm, business–like cadence.

I walked over to her.

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“I didn’t pull you out of hell to do charity work,” I told her bluntly. “I did it because I watched your

audition tape.”

Skylar looked up, surprised.

“You have talent,” I said. “And I absolutely hate seeing talent wasted on trash like Derek.”

A spark of light ignited in her eyes. She stood a little straighter.

I looked her dead in the eye and threw out my most important chip.

“Do you want revenge?” I asked.

She nodded slowly.

“Success is the best revenge,” I declared. “I will provide you with a top–tier platform. The Stone River Pack will be your shield. All you need to do is show some backbone and get results.”

I paused, letting the offer sink in.

“Do we have a deal?”

Skylar clenched her fists at her sides. The fear in her eyes was rapidly being replaced by ambition.

“Deal,” she said firmly.

I smiled, satisfied. I pulled out my phone and dialed Silas Grey immediately.

“I’m sending you a new recruit,” I told him as the call connected. Then I looked back at Skylar with a warning glint in my eyes. “Don’t disappoint me. I don’t allow anyone to drop the ball when it

counts.”

After arranging everything for Skylar, I returned to the villa at the Blackwood estate.

As soon as I walked into the living room, a suffocating sense of oppression hit me. It was heavy

and dangerous.

Inside my head, Ava’s ears perked up instantly. She sensed a threat.

From the deep shadows of the room, a massive beast slowly walked out. I heard the faint hiss of hydraulic systems.

It wasn’t a normal wolf.

It was Unit–001. Its skeleton was made of alloy that gleamed with a cold, metallic luster. Artificial muscle fibers covered the frame, looking as if they were actually breathing.

Its eyes were the most striking part. Two ghostly blue electronic sensors flashed in the darkness, radiating a terrifying chill.

Seraphina walked down the stairs with a smile on her face. She approached the beast without

fear.

She ran her fingers gently along the creature’s cold metal spine.

“This is Jaxon’s masterpiece,” she said proudly. “He spent twenty years working on this, far away

from the pack’s power center.”

I stared at the machine. It was huge.

“It is not just a bodyguard,” Seraphina explained. “It is a killing machine with combat capabilities surpassing an S–class Alpha. And now, it is your guardian.”

I looked up at the beast. It radiated a lethal kind of beauty.

I couldn’t help it. I let out a low whistle.

There was no fear in my eyes, only pure appreciation for its power.

“Okay, Jaxon officially wins the ‘Dad of the Year‘ award,” I said, grinning. “Giving his daughter a bio–mechanical monster? That is too hardcore, even for him.”

I stepped closer to inspect the metal plating.

“But I absolutely love this mad scientist’s masterpiece,” I admitted,

This gift, full of technology and wildness, warmed my heart. It made me realize how much they

cared.

I pulled Seraphina over to the sofa. We sat down together.

I decided it was time to untie the knot that had been weighing on my heart for so long.

“Mom,” I asked softly. “Do you still want a pup

of

your own?”

Seraphina froze. She looked at me with wide eyes.

I took a breath and confessed. I told her why I, as the legendary healer “Lily“, had never mentioned a treatment plan for her before.

I took her hands in mine. They were warm and trembling slightly.

“It wasn’t that I *wouldn’t* treat you, Mom,” I said earnestly. “It was because I was too scared.”

She squeezed my hands.

“You know how draining a werewolf pregnancy is on the mother’s energy,” I explained. “Add to that the old injuries you suffered when you were young… the risk was just too high.”

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I looked down at our joined hands.

“The thought of losing you during the treatment… I couldn’t stay objective,” I whispered. “I’m sorry. I was too selfish. My fear kept me from giving you the choice sooner.”

Seraphina’s eyes filled with tears. She shook her head.

She told me she completely understood. She knew it wasn’t about control, but about my deep love

and attachment to her.

We hugged each other, tears flowing freely. The atmosphere was warm and touching.

Suddenly, Unit–001 moved.

It had been standing there like a statue, but now its heavy metal claws scraped against the

floorboards.

The massive head leaned in close to us. The blue electronic eyes flickered rapidly.

A synthesized voice, deep and metallic, rumbled from its throat.

“Detected biological entity sadness index threshold overflow,” it announced. “Accompanied by lacrimal gland secretion.”

It paused, processing data.

“Logic conflict: No external physical threat detected,” it stated. “Querying solution… Initiate ‘Tactical Snuggle‘ protocol?”

Seraphina burst into laughter through her tears.

I couldn’t help but roll my eyes. I reached out and patted the cold metal wolf head.

“Cancel protocol, you Big Bad Wolf,” I said, half–amused and half–annoyed. “It looks like besides killing, you need to learn how to handle emotions.”

The robot remained still under my hand.

“Just… next time, don’t look at us like you want to eat us, okay?” I added.

The aperture of Unit–001’s electronic eyes contracted slightly. It seemed to be processing this complex command.

“Command received,” the metallic voice replied. “Updating social context algorithms. At your service, Miss.”

(Ronan’s POV)

I was in hell.

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Or at least, it felt like it. I was in a dungeon that smelled of mold and old blood.

Splash!

A basin of bone–chilling ice water was dumped over me.

I gasped violently, choking as the water filled my nose and mouth. My lungs felt like they were going to explode.

The shock forced me awake from my coma.

I coughed, my body racking with spasms. I struggled to open my swollen eyes. My vision was blurry, unable to focus in the dim light.

The silence was deadly. Then, a voice cut through the darkness.

“Finally awake?”

My body went rigid.

That voice… cold, mocking, and terrifyingly familiar. I felt a chill that went straight to my bones.

I forced my head up, following the sound.

The first thing I saw was a pair of black tactical combat boots.

My gaze traveled upward. Slowly.

When the face was finally revealed under the dim light, my pupils contracted sharply. My heart almost stopped beating in my chest.

“It’s you!” I screamed.