Alpha's Abandoned Daughter is the Secret Heiress novel Chapter 230

Chapter 230: The King’s Mockery

Chapter 230: The King’s Mockery

(Theodore’s POV)

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The banquet hall buzzed with hushed whispers. The tension in the air was thick enough to choke on. Everyone stared at us, their eyes darting between me and Griffin.

They were amazed. A crippled heir daring to humiliate the Alpha of the Drake Pack? It was

unheard of.

“He’s pushing for a war,” someone muttered nearby. “The tension is suffocating.”

Griffin heard it too. He noticed the strange looks directed at him. His face darkened, his jaw clenching tight. He glared at me, his patience snapping.

“Watch your mouth, Theodore,” Griffin warned, his voice low and dangerous. “Don’t spread baseless rumors in public.”

I didn’t back down. Instead, I let a graceful, deadly smile spread across my face.

“My apologies, Griffin,” I said, my tone dripping with false sincerity. “I seem to have misunderstood your… special fetishes.”

The crowd stifled giggles. Griffin’s face flushed a deeper shade of red.

“But truly,” I continued, my voice gentle but every word a dagger. “If you wish to see the Crimson family, simply send a text. There is no need to act like a scavenger.”

I paused for effect, watching his expression crumble.

“Sending thugs to kidnap my brother from the airport?” I shook my head. “That is just embarrassing.”

A collective gasp went through the room. I had poked the exact spot that hurt the most. The failure to capture Ronan was a stain Griffin couldn’t wash off.

I spoke softly, yet he was trembling with rage. It was amusing.

The livestream comments were likely tearing him apart by now. They would be mocking him. Griffin was losing a battle of wits to a cripple.

Griffin refused to accept defeat. His malicious gaze dropped to my legs, fixed on the wheelchair. He let out a cold, cruel laugh.

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“I only stay away because I pity you,” Griffin sneered. “I didn’t want to disturb a man who can’t even walk.”

It was a cheap shot. A low blow targeting my physical defect.

Inside me, Logan let out a grunt of disdain. We were not so easily broken.

I maintained my impeccable smile. I looked him dead in the eye.

“Even in this wheelchair, I am the heir to the Alpha King,” I said calmly. “And you? You will

never be more than a second fiddle.”

Griffin flinched as if I had slapped him.

“You look like a Beta begging for attention,” I added ruthlessly. “It’s pathetic.”

I leaned back, looking relaxed.

“If my shadow is too big for you, perhaps you should move,” I suggested. “Take your pack to the Badlands. You can be lawless there.”

I narrowed my eyes slightly.

“But if you stay?” I kept my voice cold. “Be careful. Move too slow, and you might end up like your uncle Carlos.”

Griffin froze.

“You might all rot in a cell,” I finished.

Griffin’s eyes burned with a hatred that was almost tangible. Alpha Arthur York stepped in, looking nervous.

“That is enough, Theodore!” Arthur exclaimed. “You are being too harsh.”

I turned my gaze to Arthur. I didn’t feel an ounce of guilt.

“Forgive me, Alpha York,” I said, putting on a show of vulnerability. “Ever since my injury, my father worries about my mental state.”

I sighed dramatically, tapping the armrest of my chair.

“He hired psychologists. Even witches,” I explained. “I cannot handle stimulation. Griffin attacked my disability. He provoked my fragile Alpha neryes.”

I shrugged helplessly. “I lost control. I spoke the truth.”

I looked back at Griffin with a mocking glint in my eyes.

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“I hope an able–bodied man like you doesn’t mind?” I asked. “Unless you are jealous? Jealous that even crippled, I am still above you.”

Arthur was speechless. He choked on his words.

Griffin was shaking, filled with rage but with nowhere to vent it. He took a deep breath, trying to regain his composure.

He leaned in close. His voice was a sinister whisper.

“Your legs,” Griffin hissed. “They depend on her. But I worry Amelia won’t live long enough to finish the treatment.”

The beast inside me woke up.

My smile vanished instantly. The mask fell away.

A terrifying chill erupted from my golden eyes. It was the stare of the abyss.

“The Drake family,” I said, my voice ice–cold. “You are not worthy to touch her.”

I didn’t spare him another glance. I signaled Marcus. He pushed me toward the VIP area.

(Natasha’s POV)

The VIP booth on the second floor was decorated in rustic chic. It offered a wide view of the

chaos below.

Theodore arrived at the door. I walked over immediately to meet him.

I held a cup of Earl Grey tea in my hand. My expression was serious as I leaned against the terrace railing.

“Look at them,” I said, gesturing to the crowd. “They are sharks smelling blood.”

Theodore took the tea. He looked unbothered.

“Griffin doesn’t just want to win,” I warned him. “He wants to swallow Amelia whole. This is a trap designed to crush her.”

Theodore took a sip of tea. He patted my arm gently.

“Calm down,” he said. “Amelia is ready. She is the hunter today.”

I lowered my voice, glancing around.

“Did you hear about Vivian?” I whispered. “She was missing for two days. She just came back.”

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Theodore raised an eyebrow.

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“She has a strange illness,” I said grimly. “It’s slow–acting wolfsbane poisoning. She is in the hospital right now, struggling in pain.”

I shook my head. “Amelia is ruthless.”

Theodore didn’t look shocked. A cold smile touched his lips. It was a look of appreciation.

“It isn’t just revenge,” he said. “It is a receipt. And she collected it with interest.”

Amelia never held a grudge. She settled the score immediately.

(Author’s POV)

In another booth, Penelope Blackwood watched her brother. Damien sat in the corner, his

face sour.

“Stop pouting,” Penelope sighed. “You look miserable.”

Suddenly, a wave of noise rolled through the hall.

At the main entrance, the crowd parted.

Amelia Stone appeared.

She didn’t walk tentatively. She moved with an undeniable swagger. She walked as if the wind was at her back.

Alpha Arthur York saw her instantly. He shouted across the room.

“Look who it is!” Arthur sneered. “Relying on men to save you? You’re walking to your death, girl!”

Amelia didn’t even slow down. She tilted her head slightly. She raised one eyebrow.

Her eyes held a look of amused contempt. She looked at him like he was a clown performing in a cheap circus.

She stopped in the middle of the room.

Her gaze cut through the crowd. She locked eyes with Griffin.

The entire room held its breath.

Amelia’s lips curled up. It was a sweet smile. But it made people shiver. Slowly, she raised her hand.

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She drew her index finger across her throat. It was a clear, violent threat.

Then, she winked.

“Oh my goddess! Did you see that?!” a guest gasped.

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“She isn’t just challenging him,” another whispered, terrified and excited. “She’s treating him like prey!”

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