Alpha's Abandoned Daughter is the Secret Heiress novel Chapter 193

Chapter 193: k********g Vivian

Chapter 193: Kidnapping Vivian

(Theodore’s POV)

Marcus pushed my wheelchair toward the backyard. His face was blank. He ignored the

noise behind us.

Vivian didn’t just follow and nag. She stepped forward quickly. She blocked my path completely.

She crossed her arms over her chest. She leaned forward, using her height to loom over me.

“Look at you, Theo,” Vivian said. Her voice was sharp and mean. “Spinning around in this little chair all day.”

She smirked. “Do you really think the pack will submit to a man who can’t even stand up to pee? Don’t be stupid. The future of the Crimson Moon Pack belongs to my brother, Victor.”

I raised my eyes slowly. I looked at her with calm indifference. I let out a soft, mocking laugh.

“Victor?” I asked. “That idiot has muscles but no brain. He is only fit to be exiled to Rogue Territory to rot. Or maybe we should send him to the most dangerous border patrol until he

dies there.”

Vivian was furious. She slapped the armrest of my wheelchair hard.

“At least he can run and jump!” she sneered. “And you? You can’t even maintain your wolf form. You are like an unweaned baby. You need a bodyguard to watch your every step. You are a babysitter’s project. You are useless, Theodore.”

I didn’t get angry. I looked at her with the cold detachment of a King looking at a peasant.

“Ruling a powerful Pack relies on an Alpha’s brain and decisions,” I said calmly. “It does not rely on limbs used for running errands. If muscles were all it took to be King, the bears in the

forest would rule the world.”

Vivian let out a disdainful snort. She continued her verbal attack.

“Stop lying to yourself,” she said. “We are the most powerful family in the Northern Territories. The Council of Elders will never allow a cripple to take the throne. It would make the whole werewolf society laugh at us.”

She leaned closer. “Alpha King Gideon gave you three months. Do you think he expects a

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miracle from that Amelia girl? No. It is to give contenders from other family branches a chance. They need to prove they are better than you. That won’t be hard.”

I remained silent. I let her vent.

Marcus pushed me onto a small garden bridge. I raised a hand to signal him to stop.

I turned my head. My gaze burned into Vivian.

“You said so many good things about Victor,” I said suddenly. “Have you never thought about replacing him? Or replacing me? Have you never thought about becoming the Alpha?”

Vivian’s eyes instantly turned dark. They were filled with resentment she had suppressed for a long time.

She let out a cold laugh. It sounded bitter.

“Don’t mock me, Theodore,” she said. “You know the reason. It doesn’t matter if I am smarter than my muscle–brained brother. The Council will never allow a ‘bitch‘ to rule the family. That is the damn rule.”

I shrugged. My tone was light.

“Rules are made to be broken,” I said. “Look at Amelia Stone. Alpha Adrian of the Stone River Pack is finished. Amelia is about to take over the entire pack’s affairs and the company. She is a woman. She was even an exile.”

My voice dropped lower. It was filled with temptation. I looked straight into her ambitious

eyes.

“Since Amelia can rule the Stone family as a woman and corner Adrian, why can’t you? You have pure Crimson blood. Are you willing to be beneath others for your whole life?”

Vivian narrowed her eyes warily.

“What exactly do you want?” she demanded sharply.

I spread my hands. A cruel smile touched my lips.

“It’s simple,” I said. “I want to drive a wedge between you and Victor. I want to watch you two siblings tear each other apart for control. That way, I can save some energy.”

My brutal honesty hit a nerve. Vivian looked furious. Her face twisted slightly.

“You think you can manipulate me with this?” she hissed through gritted teeth. “I am not your pawn, Theodore. If I take Victor down, it will be for *myself*. Not for your entertainment.”

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“Good” I said coldly “Keep that anger. Because if you don’t act, you are only fit to be Victor’s stepping stone. When he takes the position, you will be like a dog. You will squat under the table and wait for his leftovers. You will live on scraps.”

Vivian’s chest heaved. She tried to look arrogant, but her eyes flickered. I saw the fear there. I had spoken her worst nightmare out loud.

I stopped smiling abruptly. My eyes turned icy.

Shoe we can’t reach an agreement, I’ll just have to kidnap you,” I said.

Before she could react, a syringe appeared in my hand. It was filled with glowing blue liquid.

My movement was fast as lightning. I pulled her close. I jammed the needle into her neck. It was high–concentration liquid wolfsbane.

‘Un-!

Vivian let out a muffled groan of pain. The poison paralyzed her nerves instantly. Dizziness washed over her like a tide.

She started to fall. At the last moment, she reached out instinctively. She grabbed the armrest of my wheelchair. Her nails dug deep into the leather.

She gritted her teeth, fighting the darkness.

‘You… mad dog…” she cursed viciously. “You will pay for this…”

I looked at her without emotion. I pried her fingers off one by one.

“The Alpha King gave me three months,” I said. “That is my excuse to clear all potential threats around me. You delivered yourself to my door. You saved me the effort of hunting you

down.”

*Stupid she–wolf,* Logan growled in my mind. *She thought I was joking? Throw her in the dungeon. I will show her what true fear is.*

Vivian went limp. She collapsed on the ground like mud.

I signaled the bodyguards hiding in the shadows. They dragged her away.

“Marcus,” I said indifferently. “When that ungrateful Theron comes back, beat him. Don’t kill him. Just put him in the hospital. Teach him how to be a quiet elder.”

(Theron’s POV)

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I settled my illegitimate daughter, Isla, into the apartment Vivian had provided. It was small.

Isla looked around the room. She frowned at the peeling paint on the walls.

“Daddy,” she whined. “When can we go back to the Pack House? This place is awful.”

I patted her shoulder patiently. My eyes gleamed with calculation.

“Be patient, Isla,” I said. “Our top priority now is to contact Ronan. Let Vivian fight Theodore to the death. When the dust settles and they are both hurt, we will bring Ronan back. He will pick up the pieces and take everything.”

I looked at her seriously. “For these three months, pretend to obey Vivian. Use the resources

of the fourth branch to attack Theodore.”

Isla nodded, though she still looked unhappy.

I left the apartment and hailed a taxi. Anger burned in my chest.

My assets were frozen by that ungrateful son of mine. I had to take a taxi like a commoner. My authority as a father felt completely violated.

I sat in the back seat, grinding my teeth.

*Just wait,* I thought. *When I get home, I will show him who is the father. I will scold that ungrateful bastard until he begs for forgiveness.*

The taxi dropped me off at the Pack House. I stormed toward the entrance aggressively.

I barely stepped through the main gate when two burly family bodyguards stepped in front of me. They blocked my path. Their faces were expressionless. They looked at me like I was an

intruder.

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