Alpha's Abandoned Daughter is the Secret Heiress novel Chapter 198

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Chapter 198 Share Transfer Agreement

Chapter 198: Share Transfer Agreement

Chapter 198: Share Transfer Agreement

(Natasha’s POV)

“Destined losers?”

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I watched the backs of those hypocrites as they hurried out of the bar. A cold, playful smirk tugged

at the corner of my mouth.

“Bunch of idiots,” I muttered to myself. “They have no idea I’m holding a Royal Flush.”

The crowd dispersed. I looked down at the takeout bag in my hand. I had planned to toss it in the

nearest trash can.

But then, the image of Damien rushing forward to fight flashed in my mind. He had been beaten

like a stray dog. It was pathetic, yes. But also kind of funny.

He looked like a mutt trying to guard a bone that didn’t belong to him anymore.

I scoffed softly. I pulled my hand back from the bin.

Whatever. Consider this a “reward” for the entertainment that fool provided. Wasting food is a sin,

anyway.

(Damien’s POV)

I slumped against the leather seat of the car. My body ached.

Inside me, Finn let out a low, whimpering growl. My wolf was hurt, but mostly, he was ashamed.

Penelope sat next to me. She adjusted her cuffs, looking pristine and annoyed.

“Look at you,” she said, her voice dripping with sarcasm. “Playing the knight in shining armor? For a

woman who wasn’t even there to see it?”

“Shut up,” I growled. My face burned with humiliation.

“You embarrassed the family, Damien. Fighting in a bar like a common thug.”

“I said shut up!”

I reached for the door handle. I needed air. I needed to get away from her sharp tongue.

“Go ahead,” Penelope said coldly. She didn’t even look at me. “Open it. Griffin Drake is right outside. Step one foot out, and he will break your hands. I won’t stop him this time.”

I froze.

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I looked through the tinted window. Griffin was walking out of the bar, flanked by his bodyguards. The sheer pressure of his aura, that dominant Alpha strength, radiated even through the glass.

I gritted my teeth and released the handle. I leaned back, defeated.

(Damien’s POV)

The car engine purred to life. We slid into the night traffic.

Penelope sighed. Her posture relaxed slightly.

“Damien, stop obsessing over Amelia,” she said, her tone softer now. “You are the heir to the Blackwood Pack. You can have any woman you want. Models, heiresses, high–ranking she–wolves.

Just pick one.”

I stared out the window at the blurring city lights. My throat felt tight.

“It doesn’t matter who they are,” I rasped. “They aren’t Amelia.”

I turned my head to glare at her. “And who are you to talk? You don’t even have a mate. Maybe you should focus on your own empty life.”

*Whack.*

Penelope slapped my shoulder hard.

“I’m trying to help you, you brat,” she snapped. Then she paused. “What about Natasha Crimson? She stepped in back there. She obviously cares about you.”

“No,” I said immediately.

My eyes dimmed. I remembered the past. I remembered using other women to make Amelia jealous. It was stupid. It only pushed her away.

“I’m not doing that again,” I muttered.

“I’m not saying use her,” Penelope said. “I’m saying try a normal relationship. Start fresh.”

I didn’t want to hear it. I closed my eyes and leaned my head against the cool glass, pretending to

sleep.

(Natasha’s POV)

I got into my car and buckled up. My phone buzzed on the dashboard.

The screen lit up with the name “Theodore.”

I tapped answer. “Hello?”

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“Are you safe?” Theodore’s deep voice filled the small space.

I started the engine. “I’m fine. But you should have seen your rival, Damien.”

“Oh?”

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“He tried to play the White Knight for Amelia’s honor,” I said, chuckling darkly. “Griffin Drake’s men beat him into the floor. It was tragic. And hilarious.”

Theodore let out a scornful scoff. He clearly had zero sympathy for Damien.

“The Drakes are getting too arrogant,” Theodore said, his voice dropping to a freezing temperature.

“Since Carlos decided to offer himself up on a silver platter, I’ll handle him.”

I heard the murderous intent in his tone. My smile widened.

“Good,” I said, my eyes gleaming. “I’ll wait to see how Carlos meets his end.”

(Amelia’s POV)

The next afternoon, I drove toward the Crimson Moon Pack territory.

I had my medical kit in the passenger seat. I planned to treat Theodore’s legs today.

But my phone rang halfway there. It was my mother, Seraphina.

“Amelia, you need to come to the Stone River Pack House immediately,” she said, her voice rushed. “Alpha Alaric is here. He wants to finalize the power transfer. It has to be now.”

I hung up and gripped the steering wheel.

“This is a trap, Amelia,” Ava growled in my mind. Her hackles were raised.

“I know it’s a trap, Ava,” I replied silently, my eyes narrowing. “But I want those shares. Keep your claws out. We might need to fight our way out.”

I spun the car around and headed for the Stone estate.

The butler led me to the study. I didn’t knock. I pushed the heavy oak doors open.

Alpha Alaric sat behind the massive desk. A werewolf lawyer in a stiff suit sat nearby.

Alaric looked up. He put on a warm, grandfatherly smile that didn’t reach his eyes.

“Amelia, you’re here,” he said, gesturing to a leather chair. “Come, sit down.”

I didn’t move toward the chair. I walked straight to the desk and stood over him. I crossed my

arms.

“Drop the act, Alaric,” I said coldly. “I’m not here for a family reunion. I’m here for business. Where is

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the agreement? I sign, I leave.”

(Amelia’s POV)

Alaric’s smile stiffened for a second. Then it vanished.

He nodded to the lawyer. “Give it to her.”

The lawyer slid a stack of documents across the polished wood.

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I picked up the pen. I scanned every clause rapidly. My eyes darted over the legal jargon, checking for loopholes or hidden traps.

It looked clean.

I signed my name at the bottom of the final page with a flourish.

I dropped the pen. “Done.”

The shares were mine.

Alaric picked up the papers. He looked at me with a sharp, calculating gaze.

“The incident with Carlos Drake,” he asked suddenly. “Did you do that?”

I paused. I frowned, genuinely confused.

“What are you talking about?” I asked.

Alaric studied my face. He seemed to realize I wasn’t acting.

“You don’t know?” He pointed a finger at my phone lying on the desk. “Check the trending news.”

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