Alpha's Abandoned Daughter is the Secret Heiress novel Chapter 197

Chapter 197: Backing Two Losers

Chapter 197: Backing Two Losers

(Natasha’s POV)

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Carlos raised his leg, his face twisted in a vicious sneer. He aimed a savage kick right at Damien,

clearly intending to make the young man pay in blood.

But Damien was faster. He twisted his body to the side with surprising agility. Carlos’s foot hit

nothing but air.

Damien’s hand shot out. He grabbed Carlos’s ankle. Using the older man’s own momentum against

him, he yanked hard.

Carlos flew off balance. He hit the beer–stained floor with a heavy, wet thud.

Damien didn’t hesitate. He straddled Carlos, pinning him down.

“Son of a bitch,” Damien spat.

His fist slammed into Carlos’s face.

Damien raised his fist for a second strike, ready to end this. But he never got the chance.

A trained warrior blurred from the side. He launched a brutal kick that connected solidly with Damien’s waist. The impact was massive, throwing Damien off Carlos and tumbling him across

the floor.

Before Damien could even struggle to his knees, Griffin Drake stepped forward. He moved with a lazy, arrogant grace. He lifted his expensive leather shoe and stomped it down on Damien’s head, grinding his face into the floorboards.

Griffin looked down from his height, his voice cold as the wind in an ice cellar.

“Still think you’re tough?”

The situation was spiraling out of control. I knew I couldn’t just stand there and watch anymore.

I stepped out from the crowd.

“Griffin, stop,” I said, keeping my voice steady. “Think about this. Is it really smart to offend the Stone family and the Blackwood Pack just for your uncle? Amelia isn’t just a Stone. She has ties to the Crimson family too.”

I was trying to give him a way out. A logical reason to back off.

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But the idiot under his foot didn’t appreciate it. Damien twisted his neck against the pressure of Griffin’s boot, his face scraped and bleeding.

“Shut up!” Damien roared at me. “This is my own business! It has nothing to do with anyone else.

Don’t meddle!”

My jaw dropped. I stared at him in disbelief.

I rolled my eyes so hard it hurt.

“Ungrateful prick,” I scoffed. “Don’t thank me, then, you bastard. Since you want to die so badly, next time I’ll just bring a bucket of popcorn and watch the show.”

I made an exaggerated ‘be my guest‘ gesture with my hand, refusing to be intimidated by his

barking.

Carlos scrambled up from the floor, looking pathetic. He clutched his swollen, red face and ran to

his nephew.

“Griffin!” Carlos whined. He pointed a shaking finger at me. “That girl deserves a beating too! She dared to say the Drake family won’t have a good ending if we touch that woman Amelia.”

Damien, still pinned, shouted from the floor. “You coward! You can only rely on your family to bully

people!”

Carlos turned purple with rage. He rushed over and kicked Damien hard in the ribs again. “I’ll break

your hands tonight!”

Griffin didn’t look at Damien. He stared straight at me, his gaze dark and predatory.

“Since the Drake family has already offended the Stones and the Blackwoods,” Griffin said slowly, “I don’t mind offending a branch of the Crimson family too.”

He lifted his chin, signaling his bodyguards. They started moving toward me.

The crowd went dead silent.

My hand shot out to the table beside me. I grabbed a heavy whiskey bottle.

*Smash.*

I broke the bottom against the table edge. Glass shards scattered. I pointed the jagged glass neck

at the approaching guards. My other hand shifted, nails lengthening into sharp wolf claws.

I glared at them. “Come on. But I promise you, the first one to touch me loses an eye. Try me if you

don’t believe it.”

The guards hesitated. The tension was at a breaking point.

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Suddenly, a voice cut through the air. It was cool, commanding, and dripped with authority.

“Griffin. Quite the show of force you have here.”

Everyone turned. Penelope Blackwood strode into the bar. She wore a sharp, tailored suit that screamed money and power. Her aura was intense, the pressure of a high–ranking wolf clearing a path through the crowd.

Griffin’s face darkened. “Are you here to beg for your brother?”

Penelope stopped in front of him. She looked down at Damien, her eyes filled with sheer

exasperation. She looked like she wanted to kick him herself.

She looked back up at Griffin. “I don’t need to beg to save my brother. I’m just asking you one thing.

Are you letting him go?”

Carlos couldn’t keep his mouth shut. “The Blackwood family already announced they disowned

him! He’s an exile! Why are you meddling now?”

Penelope’s gaze snapped to him, sharp as a knife. “How the Blackwood family disciplines its members is our internal business. Just like Griffin has to keep cleaning up after you, right?”

Carlos choked. His face turned red, but he couldn’t find a comeback.

Penelope looked back at Griffin. “Move your foot.”

Griffin stood still, weighing his options. The Drakes were already fighting a war with the main

Crimson branch. Pushing the Blackwoods into the enemy camp right now over his stupid uncle

wasn’t worth it.

Finally, Griffin let out a cold scoff. He slowly lifted his foot from Damien’s head.

The moment he was free, Damien scrambled up. He lunged toward Griffin, eyes wild.

*Wham.*

Penelope didn’t even look. She threw a heavy punch straight into Damien’s stomach.

Damien doubled over, gasping for air.

“Still think you’re capable, do you?” Penelope asked coldly.

She pulled a handkerchief and shoved it roughly into Damien’s mouth to shut him up. “Take him,”

she ordered the bodyguards behind her.

They dragged Damien away.

Carlos watched his revenge slip away. “Griffin! We can’t just let-

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“Shut up,” Griffin snapped, looking at his uncle with pure disgust. “Be more competent next time. You’re a Drake. If you can’t even win a fistfight, you deserve to be beaten. I’m done cleaning up

after you.”

Griffin walked out. Carlos pointed a finger at me. “You just wait. This isn’t over!” Then he scurried after his nephew.

The bar slowly returned to life. My so–called “friends” swarmed back around me, their faces full of

fake concern.

“Natasha, you almost got in huge trouble because of Amelia.”

“Yeah, Amelia Stone is bad news. Stay away from her.”

Someone laughed. “Why don’t you tell Amelia? See if she dares to stand up to the Drake family for

you.”

I tossed the broken bottle away and straightened my jacket. I ignored them.

“Heh, keep dreaming,” a woman sneered, swirling her wine. “Natasha, I thought you were smart.

Staying neutral. But lately? Your brain must be broken. First you side with the crippled Theodore, now Amelia. You’re backing the wrong horse. You’ll sink with them.”

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