Alpha's Abandoned Daughter is the Secret Heiress novel Chapter 228

Chapter 228: A Brother’s Defense

Chapter 228 A Brothers Defense

(Amelia’s POV)

A low, guttural cough sounded from the other end of the line. It was followed by a laugh that held a trace of helpless frustration.

“Amelia,” Theodore’s voice was raspy “Since you aren’t here beside me, talking about such things only makes the night harder to endure

I couldn’t help but giggle, rolling onto my side and hugging the duvet close.

“My fault, my fault,” I teased, my voice light. “If it’s really too difficult, you could always…. handle it yourself?”

The line went silent for a beat, then I heard a heavy sigh. It was the sound of a man exercising immense restraint

“I have waited Bwenty six years for my mate,” he said, his tone thick with desire yet tempered by patience. “I do not mind waiting two more months to do this properly”

My heart fluttered at his seriousness. I smuggled deeper into the soft pillows, feeling a wave of drowsiness wash over me now that the tension had broken,

“Theo,” I whispered “Sing to me? I want to sleep.”

There was a brief pause. Then, the voice that usually commanded armies and terrified boardrooms began to hum, it was a slow, soothing lullaby. The deep resonance of his chest seemed to travel through the phone, wibrating against my ear.

inside my mind, Ave let out a happy sigh. She curled up into a tight bail, soothed by the Alpha’s song Within moments, the darkness of sleep daimed me

Saturday morning arrived with bright sunshine. Thanks to Theodore’s singing, I had slept more soundly than I had in years.

At ten sharp, I slid into the backseat of the luxury sedan Theodore had sent

I didn’t sit on the far side. I slid right up next to him, our thighs touching. I turned my head, staring at his profile without blinking.

Theodore turned to meet my gaze. His golden eyes swept over my face, softarang instantly

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“You look radiant today,” he murmured.

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I had noticed it too in the mirror this morning. It had been less than a month since I returned to the Stone River Pack. The rough, weathered skin I had acquired from years of gathering herbs in the wind and sun at Meadow Brook was gone.

My complexion was delicate and glowing again. The noble air of an Alpha’s daughter had

returned.

“If I dressed up specifically for you,” Theodore teased, a smirk playing on his lips, “do I get a reward?”

I didn’t answer with words. I leaned forward, cupping his face in my hands.

I kissed his cheek. Then again. And again.

I planted ten quick, affectionate kisses all over his face.

Theodore laughed, the sound rumbling in his chest. He caught my hand before I could pull away, pressing his lips to my knuckles. His eyes darkened with intensity.

“If not for these legs,” he whispered, his voice dropping an octave, “I would take you right here in this car.”

I smiled, tracing circles on the lapel of his suit jacket with my free hand.

“It’s a shame I don’t have healing magic,” I sighed dramatically.

‘glorious things are worth the wait,” he replied, his gaze burning into mine.

From the driver’s seat, a sudden, loud coughing fit broke the atmosphere.

“Ahem! Cough!”

Marcus gripped the steering wheel so hard his knuckles were white, his eyes strictly fixed on the road ahead. He looked like he wished he could turn invisible.

(Caleb’s POV)

The grand hotel hosting the copyright meeting was a chaotic sea of noise and flashing lights.

The VIP boxes on the upper levels had long been booked by the city’s wealthiest tycoons. The ground floor lobby was packed shoulder–to–shoulder with media reporters and fans. Everyone was craning their necks, desperate to catch the first glimpse of the mysterious “Shadow

Healer Lily.”

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I adjusted my black face mask and pulled the brim of my baseball cap lower.

I stood near a decorative pillar, blending into the crowd. I didn’t dare approach the VIP entrance where Amelia would be. I could only watch from a distance, like a shadow.

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Looking at the excited faces around me, seeing how many werewolves genuinely loved and respected “Lily,” a complicated feeling swelled in my chest.

It was pride. My sister was amazing.

But beneath the pride was a biting layer of guilt. I had been so blind.

Suddenly, a conversation from a group of three young men nearby drifted to my ears. They were dressed in flashy streetwear, looking bored.

“I don’t get the hype,” one guy scoffed, crossing his arms. “Lily is just a name. She got lucky, that’s all. She just happened to write a treatment diary when no one else did.”

“Exactly,” the second guy nodded sagely. “And let’s be real. The author is definitely a male Alpha.”

My brow furrowed. I turned my head slightly to listen.

“Think about it,” the guy continued, sounding confident in his ignorance. “The diary talks about war strategies and grand political schemes. It’s too deep. She–wolves? They only know how to write romance novels and emotional trash. There’s no way a female brain came up with this.”

Rage, hot and sudden, flared in my gut.

I couldn’t stand it. I took a step toward them.

“You’re wrong,” I said, my voice cold as ice. “Lily‘ is a she–wolf.”

The three men jumped slightly, surprised by my sudden intrusion. They looked me up and down, taking in my masked face.

“Who are you?” the first guy sneered. “How do you know?”

“I know her,” I stated simply. I bit my tongue to keep from screaming that she was my sister.

The guys exchanged glances and burst into laughter.

“Sure you do, buddy,” the second guy mocked. “And I know the Alpha King.”

I let out a cold, sharp laugh. “Tell me. Could you three write something half as brilliant as her work?”

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The third guy, who had been silent, stepped forward aggressively. “I don’t need to be a chef to know a dish tastes like garbage. You’re just a brainless fanboy.”

“Get lost, weirdo,” the first guy added.

Inside me, Noah roared. My wolf paced frantically, urging me to shift, to tear these disrespectful punks apart. My claws itched to shred their smug faces.

I clenched my fists at my sides, my nails digging into my palms.

*No.*

I took a deep breath, forcing Noah back down. Today was Amelia’s day. I wouldn’t cause a scene. I wouldn’t ruin her press conference with a brawl.

I looked at them one last time, my eyes filled with contempt, treating them like the clowns they were. I turned away.

“Hey…” a woman standing nearby whispered to her friend. “Did you hear that voice? That sounded a lot like Caleb Stone.”

“Really?” her friend whispered back, eyes widening.

Panic spiked in my chest. I quickly ducked my head, pulling my hat down until it practically covered my eyes.

Fortunately, a sudden roar from the crowd saved me.

“Alpha Drake! It’s Alpha Drake!”

The shout rippled through the lobby like a wave. All heads turned toward the main entrance.

Griffin Drake strode in, looking every bit the arrogant aristocrat in a high–end custom suit. Hanging onto his arm was the stunningly beautiful Jade York.

“Look at that,” someone muttered. “Griffin Drake is really going all out.”

“He must be determined to win the copyright,” another speculated. “I heard he’s trying to please Jade York. They’re practically mated.”

I watched Griffin preen for the cameras, a fake smile plastered on his face.

I let out a cold sneer.

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