Alpha's Abandoned Daughter is the Secret Heiress novel Chapter 206

Chapter 206: A Shattered Fantasy

Chapter 206: A Shattered Fantasy

(Victor’s POV)

The air in the basement was stale, smelling of mold and dried blood. I stood in the shadows of the Badlands safehouse, the phone pressed tight against my ear

“Theodore,” I said, my voice dripping with feigned indifference. “You sound worried.”

“He is my brother, Theodore’s voice came through the speaker, calm and unreadable.

I sneered at the darkness. I knew he had Vivian. His veiled threats earlier made that crystal

clear.

“Well, I fear you might be disappointed,” I said, injecting a cruel chill into my tone. “The Badlands aren’t kind to soft city wolves. Ronan might already be dead.”

I paused, letting the silence stretch.

“He probably got beaten to death by some local gang” I continued, macking him. “Dumped in a roadside ditch like the garbage he is. Tell me, Theodore, why do you even care? He betrayed you. Why play the loving brother now?”

A heavy sigh echoed from the other end of the line. It sounded weary, almost convincing.

“Even if he is just a corpse, Theodore said slowly. “I must bring him back to the Crimson Pack lands. It is a matter of family honor to bury him properly.”

I hung up the phone, my hand trembling with suppressed fury.

With a roar, I kicked the heavy oak coffee table in front of me. It crashed onto its side, splintering against the concrete floor.

Damn him.

Theodore knew exactly what he was doing. He wouldn’t admit he had Vivian, forcing me to maintain this charade. I couldn’t demand her release without admitting I had Ronan.

My plan had been perfect. Use Ronan as bait. Lure Theodore into this lawless zone. Ambush him. Kill him.

Now, it was all ruined.

I turned my glare to the corner of the room.

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Ronan Crimson was curled up there, shivering in the damp cold. He looked like a beaten dog.

“Useless trash,” I spat.

I strode over and delivered a vicious kick to his ribs.

Ronan whimpered, curling tighter into a ball. Dirt smeared his expensive suit, and his face was a mask of terror and snot.

He didn’t look like an ambitious prince anymore. He looked pathetic.

“Please,” Ronan wheezed, his voice trembling. “I just want to go home. I’ll apologize. Theodore will forgive me. I just want to live.”

I looked down at him with disgust. He was actually fantasizing about crawling back to Theodore’s feet just to regain his comfortable life.

“Get him out of my sight,” I barked at my men. “Send him back to the Northern Territories tomorrow.”

“Boss,” Tyson, my most loyal enforcer, stepped forward. His scarred face twisted into a nasty

grin.

“What?” I snapped.

“Why send him back to Theodore?” Tyson asked, his voice low and conspiratorial. “Griffin Drake is in the capital. And he hates Theodore Crimson’s guts right now because of what happened to his uncle Carlos.”

I paused, my eyes narrowing.

“Go on,” I said.

“We hand Ronan over to Griffin,” Tyson suggested. “Let Griffin use him to attack Theodore. We use Griffin as a blade to cut Theodore down. And while they are fighting, we can leverage the chaos to get Miss Vivian back.”

A slow smile spread across my face.

It was a vicious, brilliant plan.

“Excellent,” I said, looking at the trembling Ronan with renewed interest. “Prepare the transport. We are giving Griffin Drake a gift.”

(Theodore’s POV)

I placed the phone back on the desk.

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Amelia sat beside me, her expression focused. In her hand, a long, slender needle glowed with a soft, golden hue.

She didn’t use silver. Silver was poison to us. It burned our skin and stopped our natural

healing.

She had commissioned these pure gold needles specifically for me.

“Victor is furious,” Amelia said calmly, locating an acupoint on my paralyzed leg. “But he won’t move against us yet. He values Vivian too much.”

*“She is smart,“* Logan growled in my mind, his tone filled with admiration. *“She knows exactly how to handle these snakes.“*

I watched her work. Her movements were precise and gentle.

She finished the session and began placing the gold needles back into her leather case.

“That was quick,” I noted. “Fewer needles today?”

Amelia nodded, her sapphire eyes turning serious.

“Theodore, your legs haven’t healed for years not just because of the trauma,” she said softly.

My chest tightened. “What do you mean?”

“I found traces of a chronic toxin in your old medical records and current blood work,” she explained. “It suppresses werewolf regeneration. It specifically targets the nerves.”

The air in the room seemed to drop a few degrees.

“My father,” I said, the realization settling like a stone in my gut.

Amelia didn’t deny it.

“Theron pretended to seek doctors for you,” she said. “But he was likely ensuring the injury remained permanent. He wanted to strip you of your inheritance rights.”

A cold, golden light flickered in my eyes.

He had poisoned his own son to keep power.

“But the toxin is clearing now,” Amelia said, her voice bringing me back from the edge of rage. “Your nerves and tendons are responding. The gold needles have done their job.”

She closed her bag with a snap.

“From now on, we don’t need the needles,” she said. “You just need targeted deep–tissue

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massage and rehabilitation exercises.”

My mood shifted instantly.

The anger toward my father faded, replaced by a sudden, intense heat.

“Massage?” I asked, my voice dropping an octave. “Do I need to hire a professional therapist?”

Amelia shook her head as she stood up.

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“No,” she said dismissively. “Ordinary therapists don’t understand the specific pressure points required for a werewolf’s recovery. If they press wrong, it could cause damage.”

A smile tugged at the corner of my lips.

My heart began to race. Logan was practically wagging his tail inside me.

If strangers couldn’t do it, that meant only she could.

I imagined her soft hands on my legs, her fingers working the muscles, the intimacy of her touch day after day.

“Then I suppose I’m in your hands,” I said, leaning back in my wheelchair. I looked at her with open affection, ready for this new phase of treatment.

Amelia gave me a strange, sly smile.

“Don’t worry,” she said. “I have the perfect assistants for the job.”

My smile faltered.

She reached into her bag.

“Come on out, little ones,” she cooed.

Green, her bright green snake, slithered out eagerly. Following him was White, looking somewhat reluctant.

I stared at the reptiles, my blood running cold.

“Green, take the right leg,” Amelia commanded, pointing at me. “White, you take the left. Remember the acupoints I taught you. Squeeze and release.”

Green didn’t hesitate. He slithered up my right leg, his scales cool against my trousers, and began to coil and squeeze with surprising strength.

White let out a tiny hiss of annoyance but obeyed Amelia’s glare, winding himself around my

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left calf.

I sat there, frozen.

Logan let out a confused whimper in my head.

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Amelia crossed her arms, nodding in satisfaction as the two snakes began to massage my

legs.

The romantic image of her hands on me shattered into a million pieces, replaced by the absurdity of being kneaded by reptiles.

I looked at Amelia, then at the snakes, and fell into a profound silence.

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