Alpha's Abandoned Daughter is the Secret Heiress novel Chapter 167

Chapter 167: Counterattack

Chapter 167: Counterattack

(Amelia’s POV)

The realization hit me instantly. Theodore wasn’t planning a rescue mission. He was planning a k*** * * * * * .

“You’re going to take Vivian,” I said, my voice steady.

Theodore met my gaze. “Victor took Ronan. It is only fair I return the favor. Give him a taste of his own medicine.”

I leaned against the desk, crossing my arms. I thought about Victor’s file. The man was unstable, violent, and obsessed with power.

“Victor is crazy,” I analyzed calmly. “He might not care if Vivian lives or dies. Using her as leverage might not work if he writes her off as collateral damage.”

Theodore shook his head slowly.

“No,” he corrected me. “You are thinking like a normal person, Amelia. You need to think like a possessive, egomaniacal Alpha.”

He tapped his finger against the armrest of his wheelchair.

“To a man like Victor, his sister represents his property,” Theodore explained, his voice low. “If someone touches what belongs to him, it is an unforgivable insult to his ego. He will come to save her. Not because of love, but to maintain his control over his possessions.”

I paused, processing his logic. It made perfect, twisted sense. In their world, reputation and ownership were everything.

I nodded. “You’re right. It will work.”

Theodore glanced at Marcus.

“Do it,” he commanded.

Marcus nodded in acknowledgement. He didn’t say a word, simply turning on his heel and marching out of the office to arrange the operation against Vivian.

The room fell silent for a moment. Theodore turned his wheelchair slightly to face me fully.

“Did you detox Ethan?” he asked abruptly.

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My expression hardened instantly. The temperature in the room seemed to drop.

“I

gave

him a choice,” I said, my voice dripping with ice. “I told him there was only one dose of the antidote. He could use it on himself, or he could give it to Celine.”

Theodore waited, his eyes watching me closely.

“He didn’t even hesitate,” I scoffed, a bitter laugh escaping my lips. “He chose to give the

chance of survival to that fake. To Celine.”

I pushed off the desk and paced a few steps.

“I don’t feel like he’s making some noble sacrifice,” I said, the anger bubbling up in my chest. “I feel insulted. He chose a fake snake over his own blood. The sheer stupidity and audacity

of it makes me want to scream.”

I wasn’t sad. I was offended by his lack of intelligence.

Inside my mind, Ava snorted with contempt.

“Let him rot,” my wolf growled. “If he wants to serve a puppet queen, then let him die like a fool. We don’t mourn idiots, Amelia.”

I took a deep breath, trying to calm the rage vibrating under

my

skin.

Theodore didn’t offer empty platitudes. He didn’t tell me to forgive or to be the bigger person.

He rolled his wheelchair closer, his gaze locking onto mine with an intensity that pinned me

in place.

“Don’t apologize for your anger, Amelia,” he said, his voice deep and resonating. “Use it. It proves you are still fighting. It proves you haven’t been assimilated by them into a weak victim.”

His words were like fuel poured onto a dying fire. The confusion and frustration burned away, leaving only a cold, hard resolve.

He was right. I wasn’t a victim. I was the predator here.

My fingers curled into fists at my sides. I was done waiting. I was done playing games.

“I’m done playing cat and mouse with prey,” I said coldly. “It’s time to wake Caleb up. This time, I’m going to go for the throat.”

Theodore nodded in approval. A small smile touched his lips, but it quickly faded as a thought crossed his mind.

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“What about Damien Blackwood?” he asked, his brow furrowing slightly, “Is he still harassing

you?*

I relaxed my shoulders and shrugged.

“He won’t be a problem anymore,” I said lightly. “Natasha is handling him. She created a fake profile and is currently catfishing him. He’s too busy being strung along to bother me.”

The tension in Theodore’s shoulders visibly released. He looked almost relieved, and then, surprisingly, a bit sheepish. He rubbed his nose awkwardly.

“To be honest,” he mumbled, looking away for a second. “I even considered hiring a she–wolf to honey trap him. Just to divert that guy’s attention away from you.”

I stared at him for a second, then burst out laughing.

“You?” I teased, raising an eyebrow. “Using a honey trap? The great Alpha King must be truly desperate.”

Theodore sighed, a sound of resignation.

“Desperate times,” he muttered.

We looked at each other, the air between us crackling with unspoken possessiveness. He didn’t want anyone else near me, and the feeling was entirely mutual.

The atmosphere in the office shifted. It became heavier, charged with a dangerous kind of electricity.

My gaze dropped to his lips. They were perfectly shaped, firm and inviting.

I didn’t think. I just moved.

I leaned in close, my face inches from his.

“I want to taste you,” I whispered boldly.

Theodore’s eyes darkened instantly. He tilted his head back slightly, closing his eyes. He exposed his throat to me, the ultimate sign of trust, leaving himself completely at my mercy.

I smirked, running my finger lightly along his jawline.

“Closed eyes, Alpha?” I teased softly. “Are you submitting to me?”

Theodore’s eyes snapped open. Dark, hungry flames danced in his golden irises.

“Never,” he growled.

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Before I could react, his large hand clamped onto the back of my head. He pulled me down, capturing my lips in a fierce, demanding kiss that promised he would never submit, only

conquer.

(Amelia’s POV)

It was late afternoon when I returned to the Stone family estate.

I went straight to my temporary room. I didn’t feel like resting, even though the day had been emotionally exhausting.

I sat on the edge of the bed, my fingers absentmindedly tracing my lips. They still felt swollen and warm from Theodore’s kiss. The memory of his intensity made my heart race all over again.

A slight movement caught my eye.

Green, my pet snake, slithered across the floor. He looked at me with his intelligent, beady eyes, sensing my distraction.

He moved toward the corner of the room and slipped into the wardrobe. I watched him curiously.

A moment later, he slithered back out. His tail was curled tightly around a small object.

He climbed up the bed leg and deposited the item on the duvet next to me.

It was a delicate glass vial.

I frowned. This seems to be a medicine I developed a long time ago. I picked it up, uncorking

1. it.

I tipped the vial, and a single pill rolled into my palm. I brought it to my nose and sniffed.

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