Alpha's Abandoned Daughter is the Secret Heiress novel Chapter 169

Chapter 169: For Your Own Good

Chapter 169; For Your Own Good

(Ethan’s POV)

“Dad, Amelia said she can wake Caleb up. If you touch Seraphina now and completely provoke her, Caleb might never wake up,” I attempted one last time to persuade my father.

But Adrian merely sneered, his eyes gleaming with calculation. “You’re too soft, Ethan. That’s why she walks all over you. Once we have Seraphina, Amelia will have no choice but to submit.”

Adrian paced the room, his expression cold and pragmatic. He looked less like a father and more like a predator stalking prey.

“Think about it,” he continued. “Once I control her mother, she becomes a puppet. Then, whether it’s the poison in your blood or Caleb’s coma, everything will fall into place.”

I looked at his ruthless expression and realized I couldn’t change the Alpha’s mind. I sank into a helpless silence.

Adrian glanced at me with disappointment. His eyes lingered on my injured leg.

“Until this is resolved, you are to stay in the Stone River Pack House,” he ordered. “I’ve arranged for excellent healer to prepare a suitable treatment plan for you.”

His tone was hard, leaving no room for argument. “I will not have the future heir of the Stone River Pack limping around like a cripple. It’s a disgrace.”

Without waiting for a response, Adrian strode toward his study. He was already dialing a number on his phone.

“Harvey,” he said into the receiver. It was the former butler. “I have a job for you. If you complete this k********g mission successfully, you will be reinstated to your position in the Pack.”

***

Left alone in the grand hall, I paced back and forth. The sound of my uneven steps echoed on the marble floor.

I decided to make one final attempt. I held onto a sliver of hope: if Amelia could cure me and wake Caleb immediately, perhaps my father would call off the attack on Seraphina.

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I dialed Amelia’s number.

+25 Points

As soon as the call connected, I rushed to speak. “Amelia, you need to go to the hospital and wake Caleb up. Right now. If you do, I promise I’ll… I’ll grant you any condition you want.”

Amelia’s voice came through the speaker. She wasn’t anxious. She sounded bored.

“Conditions? You?” She scoffed. “Ethan, you lost your inheritance rights. What leverage do you possibly have? You’re writing checks your bank account can’t cash.”

I was rendered speechless for a moment. I choked on my own powerlessness.

I quickly shifted tactics. I tried to sound authoritative, like the big brother I used to be. “Amelia, listen to me. I’m doing this for your own good. You’d better do as I say.”

A sharp, mocking laugh echoed from the other end.

“Ethan, stop right there,” Amelia drawled, her tone dripping with amusement. “You sound like a desperate ex–boyfriend trying to stay relevant. ‘For my own good‘? Please. You don’t get to call the shots anymore.”

“I’m serious!” I insisted, panic rising in my chest.

“And I’m bored,” Amelia cut me off. “Caleb wakes up when I say he wakes up. Save your ‘good intentions‘ for someone who actually buys your bullshit. Good luck with Daddy.”

The line went dead.

I lowered the phone slowly, staring blankly at the black screen.

“I tried,” I muttered to the empty room. “If anything happens to Seraphina, it’s your own stubbornness that caused it.”

***

(Amelia’s POV)

Hanging up the phone, my amusement vanished instantly.

Ethan’s abrupt call and his clumsy attempt to coerce me into waking Caleb could only mean one thing: Adrian was making a move. And since they couldn’t touch me, they were going

after my weak spot.

*Seraphina.*

Ava said lowly in my mind. *Now. If they touch her, we won’t just kill them. We’ll tear them apart slowly.*

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“Agreed,” I whispered.

I didn’t waste time on empty vows. I immediately unlocked my phone and opened a tracking app I had secretly installed on Seraphina’s phone months ago for emergencies.

The dot was moving.

I dialed Seraphina’s number.

When the call connected, I forced my voice to remain steady. I masked the tactical rage bubbling beneath the surface with a tone of feigned cheerfulness.

“Hey Mom,” I said, keeping it casual. “Just checking in. Where are you right now?”

“Oh, Amelia!” Seraphina’s voice sounded warm and happy. “I’m just leaving my baking class. I was actually thinking about you.”

“That’s great,” I said. My eyes were locked on the GPS dot on my screen. It seemed to be heading toward the Pack House, but I needed to be sure. “Are you in the car? Is Oliver driving?”

“Yes, sweetie. I’m on my way back to the Pack House now. Why do you ask?”

“Nothing,” I lied smoothly, my mind racing to calculate interception routes. “My wolf was just feeling a bit restless. I wanted to hear your voice.”

“I’ll be home soon, don’t worry.”

I hung up. My expression hardened into stone.

I didn’t panic. I moved.

I grabbed my car keys and sent a quick, encrypted message to Theodore: Code Red. Adrian is targeting my mother.

***

(Seraphina’s POV)

In the backseat of the sedan, I hummed a soft tune. I had just finished a baking lesson with a

friend.

“You’re really putting a lot of effort into this,” my friend had teased earlier. “Is it really just for a birthday?”

I had smiled, “It’s for Amelia. Her birthday is in November. I want to make her a perfect Red Velvet cake. She’s been through so much… she’s smart and strong, but she has such a good

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heart. It’s impossible not to adore her.”

4+25 Points

Now, sitting in the car, I instructed the driver, “Oliver, straight back to the Stone River Pack House, please.”

I looked down at my phone. I started scrolling through photos of cake decorations, trying to decide between cream cheese frosting or a fondant finish.

Minutes passed in silence. When I finally looked up to rest my eyes, I frowned.

The scenery outside the window was unfamiliar. Instead of the manicured roads leading to the estate, I saw industrial warehouses and overgrown fields.

A seed of unease sprouted in my chest.

“Oliver?” I leaned forward slightly. “This isn’t the way to the Pack House…”