Alpha's Abandoned Daughter is the Secret Heiress novel Chapter 199

Chapter 199 Sacrifice

Chapter 199: Sacrifice

Chapter 199: Sacrifice

(Amelia’s POV)

I pulled my phone from my pocket and tapped open the werewolf social media app. The screen immediately flooded with bold headlines, all screaming one name: Carlos Drake.

I tapped the top trending topic. A high–definition surveillance video began to play. The timestamp showed it was from last night in a notorious underground werewolf casino in Las Vegas.

On the small screen, Carlos looked drunk and manic. He slammed a Patek Philippe watch onto the green felt table.

“I bet the watch!” he slurred, his face flushed. “And my pureblood racing stallion, Thunderbolt!”

The crowd in the video cheered. Carlos grabbed a woman–a B–list celebrity I vaguely recognized- and pulled her into his lap. He scribbled furiously on a napkin, signing a massive IOU.

“Don’t worry about the money, baby,” he boasted loudly, his voice echoing clearly through the phone’s speakers. “The Drake Pack has thirty mines running off the books near the border. One week of output covers this pot!”

The comments section was exploding. #DrakeCasinoScandal and #IllegalMines were trending worldwide.

“Did you do this?”

I looked up. Alaric was watching me, his grey eyes heavy with a mixture of suspicion and awe.

I didn’t deny it. I walked over to the small bar cart in the corner of the study and poured a small amount of red wine into a crystal glass. I swirled the crimson liquid, watching it coat the sides.

“Theodore knows exactly what kind of drama I enjoy,” I said softly, a cold smirk playing on my lips. “He didn’t just declaw the beast, Grandfather. He humiliated it in the town square.”

Alaric nodded slowly, looking thoughtful. “He is declaring war on a powerful enemy to protect you. That is a dangerous level of devotion.”

I took a sip of the wine, the rich taste settling on my tongue. I met Alaric’s gaze, my eyes flashing.

“Alpha,” I corrected him calmly. “He knows I don’t need protection. He isn’t shielding me. He is offering me a tribute.”

Alaric’s eyebrows rose, and a flicker of appreciation crossed his face. He leaned back in his chair,

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looking suddenly older, yet relieved.

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“Very well,” he said. “Adrian and his family have already moved out of the Pack House, I am leaving. for the Swiss Alps tomorrow for a long convalescence. The Stone family industries are entirely in your hands now. Lead us to a stronger future.”

I didn’t offer false humility. I straightened my spine, staring directly into his eyes with unwavering

ambition.

“Rest easy, Grandfather,” I said, my voice steady. “Under my rule, the pack will stop hiding. We will begin the hunt.”

I left the study and returned to my room. The heavy oak door clicked shut behind me, sealing out the noise of the house. I walked to the wall safe, spun the dial, and locked the share transfer

agreement inside.

“It’s done,” I whispered.

“Amelia.”

I turned. My mother, Seraphina, stood by the balcony door. She had watched me secure the

papers.

“The transfer is complete?” she asked.

“Yes.”

Seraphina didn’t smile. Her expression was grave. “I saw the news about Carlos. Even if you didn’t press the record button, the Drake family will put this debt on your head.”

She walked over and gripped my shoulders. “Northgate City is going to become a battlefield. You haven’t just offended the Drakes. You’ve terrified every corrupt satellite family that relies on them. They will come for you.”

“Let them come,” I said.

“This isn’t a game, Amelia,” she insisted, her eyes wet with worry. Then, her face softened. She took my hand in hers. “But you are not alone. Your father, the Grey family, and Theodore… we are your

shield.”

Inside me, Ava didn’t feel comforted by the idea of a shield. My wolf bristled, letting out a low, vibrating growl that echoed through my bones. She didn’t want safety. She wanted blood.

I squeezed my mother’s hand back. I felt a dangerous golden light flicker in my eyes as I smiled.

“Mom, I appreciate the backup,” I said gently. “But don’t worry about the Drake family coming for me. You should worry about what I’ll do to them when they get here.”

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Seraphina froze. She stared at me, seemingly stunned by the sheer predatory aura radiating from

1. me.

She took a breath and turned to the corner of the room. An elite warrior in black tactical gear

stood there, silent as a shadow.

“Remember,” Seraphina ordered sharply. “Protect Amelia at all costs.”

The warrior nodded once, his voice low and mechanical. “Yes, Madam.”

(Author’s POV)

In the grand council hall of the Drake Pack, the air was thick enough to choke on.

Matriarch Octavia Drake stood before her son, her hands trembling with rage. She raised her heavy ebony cane and slammed it against the marble floor with a deafening *crack*.

“You useless waste of blood!” she screamed.

Carlos Drake knelt on the floor, his head bowed. He looked nothing like a powerful Alpha relative.

He looked like a frightened child.

“Monte Carlo last year cost us millions!” Octavia roared. “And now Las Vegas? You bet family heirlooms? You signed IOUS with a whore?”

“She… she tricked me…” Carlos stammered.

“She sold you out!” Octavia spat. “That ‘celebrity‘ was the one who released the footage! And you gave them the mines! We didn’t even have time to cover our tracks!”

The heavy doors creaked open. The head butler ran in, his face pale.

“Matriarch,” he gasped. “Interpol and the Werewolf Council Enforcement Team just issued Red Notices for all our mine managers. They are freezing accounts.”

Octavia swayed. She clutched her chest, her face turning grey.

From the shadows of the room, a cold voice cut through the panic.

“Grandmother.”

Griffin Drake stepped into the light. His face was impassive, his grey eyes devoid of warmth.

“The situation is clear,” Griffin said. “Someone has to take the fall. To save the body, we must cut off the gangrenous limb.”

Carlos’s head snapped up. His eyes bulged with horror.

“Griffin!” he shrieked. “I am your Uncle Carlos! You… you’re going to hand me over?”

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“Enough!” Octavia barked. She glared at her son with pure disgust. “You dug this grave, Carlos. No one is cleaning up your mess this time.”

Carlos scrambled forward on his knees. He grabbed the hem of Octavia’s long skirt, his fingers digging into the expensive fabric. Tears streamed down his face, mixing with snot.

“Mother, please!” he wailed. “I am your flesh and blood! You can’t let them take me to the Council prison! They’ll kill me!”

Octavia looked down at him. There was no pity in her eyes, only cold calculation. She kicked his

hands away.

“You aren’t worth it,” she hissed. “I will not let the Drake Pack be dragged down into the abyss for a gambler and a fool.”

She waved her hand. “Take him.”

Two massive guards stepped forward. They hauled the screaming Carlos to his feet and dragged him out of the hall. His pleas faded as the heavy doors slammed shut.

Silence returned to the room. Octavia took a deep, shuddering breath and leaned heavily on her cane. She looked at Griffin.

“What is your assessment?” she asked, her voice raspy.

Griffin narrowed his eyes. “Amelia Stone didn’t do this. She doesn’t have the reach or the

intelligence network for a hit this precise. This was Theodore Crimson.”

Octavia nodded grimly. “She was bluffing. She used his power to frighten us.”

Her grip tightened on the cane until her knuckles turned white. A murderous light ignited in her

cloudy eyes.

“Griffin,” she rasped, looking at her grandson. “Tell me. How do you plan to repay Theodore for this ‘gift‘?”

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