Alpha's Abandoned Daughter is the Secret Heiress novel Chapter 166

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Chapter 166: A Taste of His Own Medicine

Chapter 166: A Taste of His Own Medicine.

(Amelia’s POV)

Celine’s hand froze in mid–air. She stared at me, her eyes wide with disbelief. Her voice trembled with rage when she finally spoke.

“Does humiliating me give you a sense of accomplishment?” she hissed. “Amelia, you are truly

despicable.”

I looked at her coldly, “Despicable?” I asked, tilting my head. “Honey, I’m purely reciprocating.

Match energy, remember?”

Inside my mind, Ava let out a bloodthirsty growl.

*“Bite her, Amelia,”* my wolf urged. *“Tear her throat out.”

*“Patience, Ava,”* I responded coolly in our link. *“Let’s play with our food first.“*

I ignored Celine’s attempt at moral superiority. I simply pointed my chin toward the muddy

flowerbed.

Celine stood there, vibrating with humiliation. But she had no choice.

Slowly, she bent down. Her manicured fingers dug into the wet soil.

She retrieved the mud–coated glass vial and her dirty sunglasses. It was a pathetic sight.

She popped the cork immediately. She downed the two doses of serum in one gulp, desperate for

relief.

She turned on her heel, ready to flee this suffocating place.

“Wait,” I called out coldly.

Celine stopped dead. She turned back to glare at me, her face pale beneath the blotchy redness.

“Drinking the medicine isn’t enough,” I said slowly, savoring the moment. “The toxin has already seeped into your blood. Like everyone else, you need a special treatment to fully clear it.”

I paused for effect.

“Silver Nitrate Cauterization.”

Celine’s pupils contracted violently. Silver. The nemesis of our kind.

Even for an Omega without a wolf, silver was agonizing. Injecting a silver compound into the body

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for “treatment” would feel like a thousand cuts slicing her from the inside out.

I watched the fear dawn on her face. It was delicious.

“Don’t worry,” I added maliciously. “I don’t plan to do it to you today.”

Her shoulders slumped slightly, but I wasn’t done.

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“Not because I’m kind,” I whispered. “But because the detox process hurts like hell. I want to wait until Caleb wakes up. I want him to listen to you scream while I work. I want an audience.”

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(Author’s POV)

Celine left the garden filled with resentment. But Amelia’s words about Caleb waking up gnawed at

her.

A cold knot of anxiety formed in her stomach. She drove to the hospital immediately, her knuckles

white on the steering wheel.

She burst into the hospital room and rushed to the bedside. She stared down at Caleb’s

motionless form.

“Caleb?” she called out tentatively.

The man on the bed didn’t move. There was no flicker of eyelids, no change in breathing.

Celine let out a long breath. She slumped into the chair. Amelia was just bluffing to scare her.

However, she didn’t know the truth.

Caleb was conscious.

His body felt like it was crushed under a heavy stone, unable to move a muscle. But his mind was

awake. He heard Celine’s voice.

A spark of hope ignited in his chest. Amelia, the sister he had despised, said he could wake up. She

knew something.

But that excitement turned to horror in a split second,

Through his limited perception, Caleb “saw” Celine reach into her handbag. She pulled out a tube that looked like lipstick.

She twisted it. It wasn’t lipstick. It was a syringe.

The cold needle pierced his arm.

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Caleb felt the burning liquid flood his veins. It was a high concentration of wolfsbane mixed with a

powerful sedative.

*No! Stop!*

He screamed silently in his mind. He tried to thrash, to pull away, to open his eyes. But nothing happened.

The burning sensation spread, locking him further into the darkness.

*If I ever wake up,* Caleb vowed in the silence of his mind, I will expose her true colors. I will destroy her.*

Suddenly, Celine’s phone rang. The harsh ringtone cut through the quiet room.

She answered it. Her voice changed instantly, becoming dark and vicious.

“Listen to me,” she hissed into the phone. “I want you to get rid of Amelia. Turn the whole place over if you have to, but find her.”

Caleb’s blood ran cold.

“That’s right,” Celine continued, her eyes fixed on the wall. “This time, you must succeed. Leave no

witnesses. No clues. Kill her.”

Caleb felt like he had been plunged into an ice cave. She was going to kill Amelia.

He struggled desperately against the paralysis. He wanted to move just one finger. He wanted to make a sound, any sound, to warn the sister who was in imminent danger.

But his body remained as stiff as a corpse.

Endless regret washed over him. He remembered every cold shoulder, every mockery, every time he had bullied Amelia to please Celine.

And now, when her life hung by a thread, he couldn’t even tap a finger to save her.

*I am such a waste,* Caleb thought, despair consuming him.

He could only pray in the darkness. He prayed that his clever, strong sister would outsmart them

again.

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(Amelia’s POV)

I composed myself after leaving the garden. I didn’t let Celine’s filth linger on me.

I headed straight to the Crimson Group headquarters. It was time for Theodore’s routine leg

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The office was quiet, save for the rhythmic sound of my movements. My hands moved with

practiced precision over Theodore’s damaged legs.

He was adjusting his shirt cuffs, watching me work.

The door opened. Marcus walked in, his expression grim.

“Alpha,” Marcus reported. “We found them. Victor took Ronan to the Wildlands.”

My hands didn’t stop. I continued to check the muscle response in Theodore’s calf.

A knowing smirk curled on my lips.

“So, you’re saving the traitor,” I said without looking up. “I assume he’s more valuable alive as a

source of intel than dead as a martyr, right?”

Theodore leaned back in his wheelchair. A flicker of appreciation flashed in his eyes.

He didn’t deny it. He just nodded calmly.

“If he is indeed my biological brother, as an elder brother, I will try my best to keep him alive,” Theodore said, his voice steady. “If it turns out he isn’t, then Ronan might hold the clue to my real

brother’s whereabouts.”

I stood up and wiped my hands on a towel. My gaze sharpened.

“But the place Victor chose is tricky,” I pointed out. “The Wildlands. It’s his territory. He has it

defended like a fortress.”

I tossed the towel into the bin.

“Sending a team in there is basically suicide,” I continued. “Unless you aren’t planning a rescue

mission, but a raid.”

The situation seemed impossible. Yet, looking at Theodore, I saw no anxiety on his face.

He sat there, the picture of composure. He slowly turned the signet ring on his thumb.

“Who said I’m going personally?” he asked.

I raised an eyebrow at him, waiting for the rest.

A cold, dark glint appeared in Theodore’s eyes. It was a look that promised violence.

“Since he likes to play this kind of game,” Theodore said softly, his voice chilling the air. “Then I will give him a taste of his own medicine.”