Alpha's Abandoned Daughter is the Secret Heiress novel Chapter 221

Chapter 221: The Betrayal of Blood

Chapter 221: The Betrayal of Blood

(Amelia’s POV)

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Theodore raised his hand slightly.

Frost froze instantly, his body as still as a statue in the shadows.

The fake “Ronan” caught a glimpse of the movement from the corner of his eye.

He saw the lethal glint of the silver retractable blade in Frost’s grip.

Terror washed over him like a tidal wave, drowning his remaining composure.

He lifted his head, his face slick with sweat and tears.

“Theodore… no, Alpha,” he stammered, his voice shaking violently. “If… if I honestly confess everything, will you let me go?”

Theodore looked down at him with eyes devoid of warmth.

“You still don’t understand your position,” he said coldly.

Theodore nodded to Frost again.

*Snick.*

The blade in Frost’s hand sprang open with a sharp, metallic sound.

The cold light reflected off the silver edge, stinging the imposter’s eyes.

Frost took a step forward, the weapon poised to strike.

“No! No!” the fake screamed, backing away until he hit the stone pillar.

Cold sweat poured down his face, soaking his collar.

In extreme panic, his psychological defense finally collapsed completely.

“Your biological brother was sold by father!” he shrieked, his voice cracking.

The words hung in the air, heavy and suffocating.

The imposter lay prone on the ground, not daring to breathe loudly.

I felt my own breath hitch.

The scalpel I had been idly spinning in my fingers stopped abruptly.

It was a small tool I had used for Theodore’s therapy just moments ago.

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I stood up slowly and walked toward the trembling man.

My movement was fluid, silent.

*Thwack!*

I threw the scalpel.

It pierced the stone floor with terrifying precision, the handle vibrating from the force.

The blade sat mere millimeters from the tip of his nose.

He went cross–eyed staring at the steel, his breath hitching in his throat.

I looked down at him, my voice colder than the edge of that knife.

“You better speak fast,” I said calmly.

“My mate has a terrible temper. And I? I am an expert in anatomy.”

I leaned in slightly, letting my shadow fall over him.

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“I know exactly where to cut so you feel excruciating pain for days, without leaving a single visible

mark.”

The imposter swallowed hard, his Adam’s apple bobbing convulsively.

He looked between Theodore and me, terrified by the lethal aura we both projected.

“I… I’ll talk,” he whispered.

He began to recall the past, his eyes unfocused.

“Since I was three, a woman would visit the orphanage,” he stammered. “She came to see me and a girl named Isla.”

“Later… later I found out she was our biological mother, Bianca.”

He took a ragged breath.

“She told us to wait. She said Father would come for us when the time was right.”

“She said I had to find a reason to bring my sister back too. We were supposed to enjoy the Alpha life that belonged to us.”

He looked up, desperation in his eyes.

“Three years ago, Theron finally appeared. He told me to take the identity of Theodore’s younger brother and return to the Crimson family.”

He glanced cautiously at Theodore’s face, trying to gauge his reaction.

Theodore remained impassive, but the air around him grew heavier.

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“I asked him,” the fake continued hurriedly. “I asked Theron where the real Ronan was.”

“He was cold. He just said… he said the child was taken away immediately after birth.”

“He sold him to rogue wolves. To criminals.”

“He said he didn’t know where the baby ended up, or if he was even alive.”

The fake Ronan started crying again, snot and tears mixing on his face.

“I swear! I really don’t know the whereabouts of the real Ronan!”

“But Theron is the one who did it! He must know!”

He crawled forward like a dog, reaching for Theodore’s legs.

He grabbed the hem of Theodore’s trousers, his knuckles white.

“Alpha, I swear I will be loyal to you forever! I will never betray you again! Just spare my life!”

I turned my head to look at Theodore.

His hand gripped the armrest of his wheelchair.

The veins on the back of his hand bulged violently, looking like they might burst.

His knuckles were stark white.

The metal of the armrest groaned under the immense pressure.

He looked like he was about to shatter it completely.

I didn’t hesitate.

I reached out and covered his hand with mine.

His skin was ice cold and trembling with suppressed rage.

I pressed my palm firmly against his, forcing my warmth into his anger.

I dug my fingers into the gaps between his, interlocking our hands tight.

“Breathe, Theo,” I whispered, my voice firm and grounding.

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“Don’t lose control,” I said, looking into his eyes. “That will only please your enemies and hurt your

loved ones.”

Theodore’s chest heaved.

The golden storm in his eyes slowly receded, finding an anchor in my gaze.

Whatever rational thought remained, he grabbed onto it.

Suddenly, he moved.

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In a burst of pure fury, Theodore lifted his leg.

*Thud!*

He kicked the pleading imposter squarely in the chest, sending him sprawling backward.

I blinked, surprised.

In his extreme anger, he had used the muscles in his legs.

It was a clear signal of his recovery.

Theodore took a deep breath.

Inside him, I could almost hear his wolf, Logan, letting out a deafening roar of grief and rage.

He turned his sharp gaze to his Beta.

“Marcus,” he commanded, his voice vibrating with power.

“Go to St. Mary’s Hospital. Bring Theron to me.”

Marcus bowed instantly. “Yes, Alpha.”

Theodore turned back to me.

He forced a pale, strained smile onto his face.

“Amelia, you should go back and rest,” he said softly

“I don’t want you to get dragged into this dirty scandal.”

I stared at him for a second, then rolled my eyes openly.

I let out a cold laugh and crossed my arms over my chest.

“Are you serious?” I asked, raising an eyebrow.

“You think while you are here cleaning house, I’m going to go take a nap?”

I stepped closer to him.

“Don’t insult me, Theodore. I’m staying right here. Deal with it.”

My words were sharp, filled with gunpowder, yet undeniably practical.

Theodore looked at me, stunned for a moment.

Then, the warmth truly returned to his eyes.

He looked at me with a mix of helplessness and deep affection.

“Fine,” he murmured. “Stay.”

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The black SUV screeched to a halt at the curb.

Marcus stepped out, his face set in a grim line after receiving the Alpha’s order.

He walked to the back door and yanked it open.

Vivian was huddled inside, bound.

Marcus reached in, untied the knots, and grabbed her arm.

With zero ceremony, he kicked the malicious woman out of the car.

“Get out,” he spat.

Vivian tumbled onto the hard concrete sidewalk.

She scraped her palms and knees, crying out in pain and humiliation.

She scrambled up, her hair wild, and ripped the cloth gag from her mouth.

“You servant!” she shrieked.

She grabbed the rope that had bound her and hurled it at him.

“How dare you treat me like this!”

Marcus didn’t even flinch.

He sidestepped the rope easily, watching it land harmlessly on the ground.

“You brought this on yourself,” he said coldly.

He didn’t spare her another glance.

Ignoring her screaming threats and curses behind him, he signaled to his men.

“Let’s go.”

Marcus and two imposing bodyguards strode purposefully into the hospital entrance.

**Location: St. Mary’s Hospital, VIP Ward**

Inside the luxurious VIP ward, the air was stale with tension.

Isla sat on the plush sofa near the window.

She looked bored, holding a nail file and rhythmically shaping her nails.

“That b***h Vivian still hasn’t transferred the money she complained, blowing dust off her fingertips.

“I’m worried she’s going to back out of the deal.”

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On the hospital bed, Theron lay propped up against pillows.

He frowned deeply, tapping his phone screen with frustration.

“I can’t get through to her either,” he grumbled. “The call keeps dropping.”

*Bang!*

The door to the ward was thrown open with violent force.

It slammed against the wall, startling both of them.

Marcus walked in, radiating a terrifying, murderous aura.

Theron sat up straighter, his face darkening with displeasure.

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“Marcus?” he snapped. “You are my son’s Beta. What do you think you are doing barging in here?”

Marcus scanned the room.

His eyes landed on Isla, and a cold sneer curled his lip.

“Perfect,” he muttered. “Saves me a trip.”

He waved his hand at the bodyguards behind him.

“Take them both.”

Isla’s eyes widened in horror.

The nail file slipped from her fingers and clattered onto the floor.

“What? No! Who do you think you are!” she screamed, jumping up.

Before she could run, a bodyguard lunged forward,

He grabbed her arm and twisted.

*Crack.*

Isla shrieked as her wrist was dislocated with professional efficiency.

Before she could scream again, a strip of heavy–duty tape was slapped over her mouth.

Theron watched the scene unfold, his face turning purple with rage.

“Theodore!” he roared, thrashing in his bed.

“That ungrateful bastard!”

“I haven’t even settled the score with him for putting me in the hospital, and now he pulls this?”

He pointed a shaking finger at Marcus.

Chapter 221 The Betrayal of Blood

“I am his father! How dare he!”

Marcus remained expressionless, his eyes cold and hard like stone.

He didn’t say a word to the screaming old man.

He simply gestured to the remaining guards.

“Drag him.”

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The guards stepped forward, grabbed Theron–blanket, sheets, and all–and hauled him roughly off

the bed.

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