Alpha's Abandoned Daughter is the Secret Heiress novel Chapter 190

Chapter 190: The Voyeuristic Trio

(Seraphina’s POV)

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The living room felt heavy with silence. Elias sat on the sofa, his eyes distant as if looking back through time.

“Black, White, Green,” Elias said, his voice changing to mimic the soft, lonely tone of a child. “Tell me, why don’t my Alpha parents want me?”

A chill ran down my spine. Elias looked up at us, his expression full of heartache.

“That is what she used to say,” he explained quietly. “When she was alone at the edge of the Meadow Brook territory, she would talk to those three snakes.”

I covered my mouth to stifle a sob.

“She used to guess innocently,” Elias continued. “She told them maybe her parents had difficulties. Or maybe she was stolen by enemies and abandoned. She truly believed you were out there somewhere, desperately looking for her.”

A collective gasp of pain swept through the room. My brothers–Wesley, Graham, Preston, Donovan, and Felix–stiffened instantly.

“Those bastards!” Wesley roared, his eyes flashing with a violent light.

A low, menacing growl rumbled from Felix’s throat. “I’ll kill them. I will go to the Stone territory right now and tear Adrian and Livia apart.”

Graham and Preston clenched their fists, their knuckles turning white. They looked ready to shift

and hunt.

“Stop!” Donovan stepped forward, though his own eyes burned with fury. “Look at Mother. She can’t take this stress.”

My brothers froze and looked at our mother. Helena was pale, clutching her chest.

Donovan took a deep breath, suppressing his own killing intent. “Calm down. We cannot act on impulse.”

Elias nodded solemnly. “Donovan is right. Physical violence is too easy for them.”

He looked at each of my brothers. “Adrian and his family have lost a priceless treasure. Without Amelia, they are nothing. They will eventually realize what they threw away.”

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Elias’s voice turned hard. “They will regret it endlessly. They will try to crawl back like parasites to beg for forgiveness. The best way to protect Amelia is to cut them off completely.”

“He is right,” Helena said, her voice sharp with authority.

She tapped her cane on the floor. “Listen to me, all of you. From this day on, you are not to engage with Adrian’s family. Do not give them the satisfaction of your anger.”

My brothers looked reluctant, their chests heaving with suppressed rage.

“Focus only on supporting Amelia,” Helena commanded. “Make her strong. That is our revenge.”

Wesley unclenched his fists slowly. “Fine. For Amelia’s peace.”

The others nodded, finally forcing down the fire in their hearts.

(Theodore’s POV)

Upstairs, the atmosphere was much quieter. Marcus carefully lowered me onto the wide, soft cushions of the bay window in Amelia’s room.

“I will be outside, Alpha,” Marcus said, bowing slightly before retreating and closing the door.

As soon as the latch clicked, Amelia moved. She leaned in close, her scent wrapping around me

instantly.

She pressed a soft kiss to my lips. When she pulled back, her sapphire eyes seemed to peer right

into my soul.

“I know what you are thinking, Theodore,” she whispered. “You don’t need to envy the atmosphere

downstairs.”

I blinked, surprised. A faint smile touched my lips. “You caught me.”

I had felt a pang of envy watching her with her uncles and grandmother. It was a warmth I had never known in the Crimson pack.

Amelia’s fingers traced the line of my jaw. “Don’t try to hide things from me.”

Her gaze intensified. “Since you are my mate, I see every look. I will always watch what belongs to

me.”

Her possessiveness hit me like a physical wave. The ice that usually guarded my heart melted

instantly.

That light kiss was not enough. Not after a declaration like that.

I reached out, my arm wrapping firmly around her waist. I pulled her down into my embrace.

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“You know I haven’t had enough yet,” I said, my voice low and rough.

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Amelia smiled, a mischievous light dancing in her eyes. “I was waiting for you to make a move, Alpha. Make it last longer this time.”

I chuckled darkly. “As you wish.”

I captured her lips in a deep, searing kiss.

*She is ours,* Logan purred in my mind. *She belongs to us completely.*

My wolf rolled over in the depths of my consciousness, ecstatic at her acceptance.

Time seemed to blur. When we finally broke apart, both of us were breathless.

“Enough?” I asked, my voice husky.

Amelia laughed softly, her cheeks flushed. “It was okay. Better than last time.”

Suddenly, the hair on the back of my neck stood up. I felt eyes on me.

We both turned our heads toward the bed.

Three small snakes–one black, one white, and one green–were raised high on the mattress. They stared at us with unblinking, strangely intelligent eyes.

I knew Amelia could control them, but seeing such human–like curiosity in cold–blooded creatures was startling.

Amelia groaned and rubbed her forehead. “Black, White, Green. Do you three not understand the concept of privacy?”

The green snake shook its head. It pointed the tip of its tail directly at me.

Then, it slithered over to the white snake and tangled itself around it, mimicking an intimate

embrace.

Amelia sighed. She looked at them with a firm expression.

“Stop staring with your heat pits,” she commanded, though her tone was fond. “Yes, he is the Alpha. I plan to keep him.”

The three snakes looked at each other. They seemed to nod in realization.

Then, they began to hiss softly, their tongues flicking in a rapid rhythm. It sounded like they were having a heated discussion.

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I raised an eyebrow. “Are they… communicating?”

Amelia laughed helplessly. “Yes. They are gossiping.”

She shook her head. “They are saying that the person I kiss in my dreams must be you.”

I smirked. “So, my little wolf has done this with me in her dreams more than once?”

Amelia didn’t shy away. She held up two fingers. “Twice.”

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She sat down beside my legs and opened a jar of ointment. A strong, fresh herbal scent filled the

air.

“Only twice?” I teased as she began to massage the deep tissue of my paralyzed legs. “Does that count as using your imagination to satisfy yourself?”

Amelia’s hands didn’t stop, but she leaned in close to my ear. Her breath was warm against my

skin.

“Are you worried about your performance, Alpha?” she whispered, her tone provocative. “Or are you afraid I’ll break you? Because I don’t need your legs to be working to get satisfied.”

My breath hitched. The directness of her words sent a jolt of heat through me.

I dropped the joking manner. I looked into her eyes, letting her see the intensity of my desire.

“I want to save that moment for the marking ceremony,” I said seriously. “I want to be in my perfect state that day. I want to claim you so thoroughly that you will remember it forever.”

Amelia softened. She understood. It was about respect for the bond.

“Fair enough,” she said.

She continued the massage in silence for a moment, then looked up. “Speaking of dreams, Theodore. Have you never dreamed of me?”

“Of course I have,” I said instantly.

My gaze locked onto hers, hungry and intense. “The first time I went to that remote village in Meadow Brook to find you… I dreamed of you that very night.”

Amelia raised her eyebrows, surprised. “Oh? You dreamed of me right after we met?”

She leaned closer, her curiosity piqued. “Well… what did you dream about?”

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