Alpha's Abandoned Daughter is the Secret Heiress novel Chapter 192

Chapter 192: A Death Wish

Chapter 192: A Death Wish

(Amelia’s POV)

Master Elias stood by the door, staring down at the three snakes colled obediently near my feet. He shook his head in disbelief.

“Incredible,” he muttered, stroking his long white beard. “Truly incredible!

He pointed a shaking finger at Green, who was currently nuzzling his shoe. “Do you remember when you first found these three? They were vicious. They hissed at everything that moved. That green one nearly bit my Mate.”

I nodded. “I remember. You wanted to kill them.”

“Their poison is unique, Elias said seriously. “I didn’t think they could be controlled. I taught you those emergency suppression techniques because I feared for your life. He looked at me with new respect in his eyes. “But you didn’t just suppress them. You tamed them completely. Your talent for handling dangerous beasts might even surpass mine, Amelia‘

I smiled, feeling a warm sense of accomplishment.

Suddenly, a haughty voice echoed in my mind.

*Hmph,* Ava sniffed disdainfully. They are not as strong or as fluffy as a wolf. But I suppose they are acceptable as watchdogs for the front door.*

I almost laughed out loud. Ava was clearly trying to sound unimpressed, but I could feel her satisfaction. She liked having minions.

“They are my most trusted partners,” I told Elias proudly.

I bent down and unzipped my large leather bag. I looked at the three colorful coils on the floor.

“Black, White, Green,” I commanded softly. “Escort Master Elias home. Make sure he arrives safely. Do not let anything harm him.”

The three snakes hissed in acknowledgement. They slithered into the bag one by one, ready for their mission.

(Theodore’s POV)

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After leaving the Grey estate, I stopped by the pack office to sign some urgent documents. By the time I returned to the Pack House, the afternoon sun was already dipping low.

I sat in my wheelchair at the entrance, enjoying a moment of silence.

A sleek luxury car pulled up the driveway and screeched to a halt nearby. The door opened, and Vivian Crimson stepped out. She was dressed in high fashion, looking every bit the arrogant socialite.

But she wasn’t alone.

The back door opened, and my father, Theron, stepped out. He reached back inside and helped someone into a wheelchair.

It was Isla.

My eyes darkened instantly.

Isla looked terrible. Her face was bruised, and she moved with the stiffness of healing injuries. She looked up and locked eyes with me. There was no remorse in her gaze, only pure, venomous hatred. Her hands gripped the armrests of her wheelchair so hard her

knuckles turned white.

A memory of Amelia’s voice whispered in my ear.

*“Don’t wait for karma, Theo. Be the karma.“*

I watched my father fuss over the illegitimate daughter he chose over his pack. Perhaps it was time to wake him up. He clearly didn’t know his place.

Vivian glanced between Isla’s hateful face and my calm expression. She smiled, a provocative tilt to her lips. She clearly thought bringing these two here would disgust me.

*Traitorous filth,* Logan growled deep in my chest. *The scent of mutts is nauseating. Let us tear them apart.*

Theron didn’t even look at me. He turned his back on me and walked straight to Vivian. His face was full of gratitude.

“Vivian, thank you,” Theron said, his voice trembling with emotion. “If it weren’t for you, I couldn’t have even paid the hospital bill today.”

Vivian waved her hand dismissively. “Oh, Uncle Theron. It’s just a million dollars. That’s nothing to me.”

She cast a side–eye at me, her voice raising slightly so I wouldn’t miss it. “It is shameful,

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She turned back to Theron with a benevolent smile. “If you need money, just speak up. I am happy to help.”

I knew exactly what she was thinking. Investing in Theron and his daughter was a cheap way to buy trouble for me.

Theron’s eyes lit up. “Actually… could you lend me another five million? I need to get settled.”

“Done,” Vivian said without hesitation.

She turned to face me then, her expression shifting into a mask of fake concern.

“Theodore,” she sighed. “Look at them. Isla is your sister, after all. She shares your blood. You’ve taught her a lesson already. Is there really a need to destroy her completely?”

I let out a short, cold laugh. The killing intent radiating from me made the air drop a few degrees.

“You remind me, Vivian,” I said softly. “I really should have finished the job. Leaving a flea alive just means it will bounce around and annoy me later.”

Isla flinched. She shrank back in her wheelchair, terror flashing in her eyes. But then she looked at Vivian and gathered her courage.

“You can’t touch me!” Isla screamed shrilly. “Vivian is protecting me now!”

Vivian stepped forward, placing a hand on Isla’s shoulder. “That’s right. I have decided to take Isla under my wing. She is now my Honorary Sister.”

She raised an eyebrow at me challengingly. “Do you have an objection, Cousin?”

I laughed again. “Objection? No. If you aren’t afraid of catching a disease, go ahead.”

I looked at Theron. My voice lost all warmth.

“I don’t even want a father like you,” I said flatly. “Why would I want an illegitimate sister?”

Theron’s face turned red.

“And Father,” I continued, my tone icy. “Isla was expelled from the Pack by Alpha King Gideon himself. You bring her back to the Pack House? Are you openly challenging the King’s authority?”

Theron stiffened. He grabbed Isla’s hand tightly, his jaw set in stubborn defiance.

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“I don’t need your permission,” Theron spat. “I came back to tell you that even without your support, I can give my daughter a superior life.”

He bent down to Isla, his voice turning gentle. “Don’t worry, sweetheart. I promise you, one day you will return to the Crimson family. Legally and honorably.”

Isla nodded, playing the part of the victim perfectly. “I believe you, Daddy. I believe in Vivian.”

Theron nodded to Vivian. “Thank you again.”

Vivian gestured to her driver. “Lawrence, take them to the apartment I arranged.”

I watched in silence as the car drove away, taking the trash with it.

Once they were gone, Vivian turned her attention back to me. The fake sympathy was gone, replaced by triumph.

“Shall we go in?” she asked brightly.

She started walking toward the massive double doors of the Pack House without waiting for

1. me.

“I haven’t had a proper tour in ages,” she called out over her shoulder. “The engagement party was such a mess. I want to take a good look today.”

She stopped on the top step and looked down at me sitting in my wheelchair. Her smile was predatory.

“After all,” she said, her voice dripping with arrogance. “It won’t be long before my branch of the family moves in here. We will be the ones ruling this Pack.”

I looked up at her and smiled faintly. “The weather is nice today. Perfect for daydreaming.”

Vivian’s smile vanished instantly. Her eyes narrowed into slits.

“How can you still smile?” she demanded sharply. “Look at you. You are a cripple. Do you honestly think you

have any

chance of keeping your position as heir?”

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