Alpha's Abandoned Daughter is the Secret Heiress novel Chapter 274

Chapter 274: Livia’s Lack of Self–Awareness

Chapter 274: Livia’s Lack of Self–Awareness

(Amelia’s POV)

I looked directly at the old man beside me.

My sapphire eyes held nothing but frankness and determination.

“Grandpa, you are asking a question you already know the answer to,” I said calmly.

I didn’t bother to hide the truth.

It was impossible for me not to hold a grudge against that family.

Facing my question, Alaric Stone let out a deep, heavy sigh.

A trace of helplessness and guilt surfaced in his gray eyes.

“The industrial power of the Stone River Pack is in your hands now, Amelia,” he murmured.

“I have no right to demand anything from you,” he continued, his voice sounding older than before.

“Your restraint tonight… I know it is entirely out of respect for our bond as grandfather and

granddaughter.”

I nodded slightly.

“I turned a blind eye to Adrian and his family at the airport for one reason,” I stated bluntly.

“When I was lost and living in the Meadow Brook Pack, you didn’t look down on me because of my

humble background.”

I paused, my gaze hardening.

“But that does not mean I forgive them.”

Alaric fell silent for a long moment.

The car hummed softly as we moved through the night.

“Is it truly impossible to forgive?” he asked finally.

“Yes,” I answered without hesitation.

He didn’t push any further. He knew my character.

Instead, he shifted the topic to his real request.

“Spare your eldest brother, Ethan,” Alaric said, his tone pleading. “Please, give him the antidote.”

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He looked at me with weary eyes.

“I know you were the one who poisoned him,” he admitted. “Although Ethan brought it upon himself by trying to ruin your face, I… as an old man, I cannot bear to see a family member die before me.”

A sarcastic smile tugged at the corner of my lips.

So this was his true purpose for returning.

“I could refuse you, Grandpa,” I said softly.

“But I will agree to this one request.”

Alaric’s shoulders sagged in relief.

“However,” I added, my voice turning into ice. “Let me be clear. If that family dares to betray or hurt me again, I will not be soft–hearted next time.”

I sneered internally.

*Ava flicked her tail in my mind.* “Don’t let that trash recover completely,” she growled. “Leave a

trick.”

*Don’t worry, Ava,* I thought back, soothing her. *I have no intention of clearing the toxin entirely.*

I would treat him just like I treated Vivian Crimson.

The poison would remain latent in his system.

Once they plotted against me, the fatal pain would return, worse than before.

(Caleb’s POV)

Night had fully descended when the convoy arrived at the Pack House.

The luxury cars pulled up to the main entrance.

I watched as Amelia stepped out first.

She moved with a grace that seemed natural, reaching out to support Grandfather Alaric.

My father, Adrian, rushed forward immediately.

He wore a mask of concern, eager to show his filial piety.

“Father, let me help you,” Adrian said, reaching for the old man’s arm.

Alaric pulled his arm away coldly.

“Amelia is enough,” Alaric said, his voice sharp. “I don’t need you making unnecessary moves.”

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Adrian froze.

He awkwardly withdrew his hand, his face twitching with embarrassment and unwillingness.

I saw the panic in his eyes.

He was terrified of losing his right to live in the main residence.

Jaxon stood nearby, watching the scene with crossed arms.

“Don’t waste your energy, Adrian,” Jaxon mocked ruthlessly. “Amelia calls the shots in the Pack

now.”

My mother, Livia, stood beside me.

She glared at Jaxon and Seraphina’s retreating backs.

Her eyes burned with the fire of jealousy.

I knew what she was thinking.

She believed they only had their current status because they had stolen her daughter–the one with

the royal bloodline.

In her twisted mind, Amelia’s success was stolen from her.

But for the sake of the antidote for Ethan, Mom had to swallow her rage.

I glanced at Ethan.

He sat in his wheelchair, looking like a broken man.

The disability and the poison had tormented him.

He looked hollow, pinning all his hope on Grandfather’s plea.

I looked back at my father.

Adrian stared at his crippled eldest son, then down at his own severed finger.

A dark, vicious look flashed in his eyes.

I knew my father too well.

He didn’t just want to cure Ethan.

He wanted to seize back the family property and the Alpha’s power.

In his heart, he was swearing that he would never let Amelia off the hook for making us suffer like

(Amelia’s POV)

Dinner was arranged in the grand dining room of the main house.

The table was set with exquisite silverware.

I walked in carrying a steaming tureen.

“This is a stew made with rare moonlight herbs and venison,” I explained, serving a bowl personally

to Alaric.

Then I served a bowl to my adoptive mother, Seraphina.

“It replenishes the source power of a werewolf,” I said with a smile. “It even has the effect of delaying aging.”

Livia’s ears perked up instantly at the words “delaying aging.”

She sat across from us, her face thick with anticipation.

She extended her empty bowl toward me.

“Amelia, serve me a bowl too,” she said, as if it were the most natural thing in the world.

I paused, the ladle hovering in mid–air.

I looked at her coldly.

“Do you have no self–awareness?” I asked, my voice dripping with sarcasm. “You actually have the

nerve to ask me to serve you?”

Livia’s face turned an ugly shade of red.

She had been shut down in front of everyone.

But she remembered the bigger picture.

She forced a stiff smile. “Fine, I’ll serve it myself.”

She reached for the ladle.

“Stop,” I said, my tone indifferent but cutting.

“The moonlight herbs in this soup are priceless,” I continued, staring her down. “Every mouthful is

worth a normal werewolf’s annual income.”

I tilted my head slightly, mocking her.

“You don’t deserve food of this grade.”

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Livia froze.

She looked around the table, humiliated beyond words.

She slowly retracted her hand, her knuckles white.

“I… I won’t drink it then,” she stammered awkwardly. “I’ll leave it for the Old Master.”

Alaric took a sip of the thick soup.

“The flavor is rich,” he praised, ignoring the tension.

Seeing that Alaric was in a decent mood, Caleb tried to seize the opportunity.

He cleared his throat.

“Grandfather, about Ethan’s poison…” he began.

Alaric didn’t look up.

He glanced briefly at his eldest grandson, who sat pale and trembling in his wheelchair.

He stirred the meat broth in his bowl with his spoon.

“Eat first,” Alaric interrupted him flatly. “We’ll talk after we fill our stomachs.”

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