Alpha's Abandoned Daughter is the Secret Heiress novel Chapter 300

: Plotting a Mate’s Murder

: Plotting a Mate’s Murder

(Author’s POV)

Griffin strode into the opulent living room of the Drake Pack House. The air was thick with tension, heavy enough to choke a wolf.

He saw Matriarch Octavia sitting at the head of the room. Her face was twisted with a dark rage

that made the servants tremble against the walls.

Griffin sat down beside his grandmother. He placed a calming hand on her arm.

“Grandmother,” Griffin said softly. “Why is the atmosphere so heavy today?”

Octavia rubbed her temples, her fingers digging into her aging skin. “It is Carlos,” she hissed, her voice laced with exhaustion and ruthlessness. “Every moment he sits in that cell, I feel my own

freedom constricting. I cannot eat. I cannot sleep.”

Griffin nodded, his expression shifting to one of cold reassurance.

“You do not need to worry,” Griffin said. “I have already greased the necessary palms. The guards know who he is. He will not suffer while he is inside.”

He leaned closer, lowering his voice to a conspiratorial whisper. “More importantly, the replacement is almost ready.”

Octavia looked up, her interest piqued. “You found someone?”

“A rogue,” Griffin explained. “His build is nearly identical to Uncle Carlos. He has no family, no pack. No one will miss him.”

“But the face?” Octavia asked sharply. “Plastic surgery takes time to heal. We don’t have time.” “We aren’t using surgery,” Griffin said, a cruel smile playing on his lips. “Wolf regeneration fights against surgical changes too quickly. We are going to take a more permanent route.”

He paused for effect. “We will destroy the rogue’s face completely. Burn it until it is unrecognizable. Then, we use a scent–masking potion I acquired from the black market. It w. confuse the guards long enough for the switch.”

“Once the heat dies down,” Griffin continued, “we swap them. Carlos goes to a private island abroad. The rogue rots in prison in his place.”

Octavia’s tense shoulders finally relaxed. She looked at her grandson with approval.

“Cruel,” she muttered, “but effective.”

Chapter 300 Plotting a Mate’s Murder

She gripped Griffin’s hand tightly. “Do it quickly. No matter what disaster Carlos has caused, he

carries the Drake blood. I will not have him decaying in a cage like a common animal.”

Griffin nodded. “Consider it done.”

His gaze then drifted to the dark corner of the room. Lyra was curled up there, shivering violently in her wet, ragged clothes. She looked less like a Luna and more like a frightened rat.

Griffin sneered in disgust.

“Grandmother,” Griffin said coolly. “Lance will be returning from the overseas training camp soon.”

Octavia frowned at the mention of her grandson.

“He shouldn’t see his mother like this,” Griffin advised. “It would be… messy. We don’t need him asking questions or losing focus because of her pathetic state.”

Lyra’s head snapped up. Hope flared in her dull, desperate eyes.

Octavia looked at Lyra with pure loathing. However, the reputation of the family and the stability of

Lance were more important.

“Fine,” Octavia spat. “Get out of my sight.”

She pointed a shaking finger at Lyra. “Go back to your room and clean yourself up. If you dare I

breathe a word of this punishment to Lance, I will rip your tongue out myself.”

“Thank you, Matriarch,” Lyra sobbed. She scrambled to her feet, using the wall for support, and fled the room as fast as her trembling legs could carry her.

As soon as she was gone, Griffin’s phone buzzed in his pocket. It was an encrypted call.

He listened for a moment, his eyes narrowing. “Confirmed?”

“Yes, sir,” the voice on the other end crackled. “The target is in a safe house. Theodore Crimson has deployed his personal elite guard to protect him.”

Griffin hung up. A cold laugh bubbled in his chest.

“So, the rumors are true,” he thought. “Jasper is indeed the lost brother of Theodore Crimson.”

He tapped his finger against the armrest. He could strike now, but that would bring Theodore’s wrath directly onto the Drake family.

“No,” Griffin decided. “I won’t dirty my hands.”

He thought of Victor Crimson. The man was ambitious, violent, and stupid. He was desperate for a shot at the inheritance.

“I will leak this location to Victor,” Griffin mused. “Let the dogs bite each other. Victor can do my dirty work for me.”

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Just as he put his phone away, the butler appeared at the doorway.

“Mr. Adrian Stone is here to see you, the butler announced,

Griffin and Octavia exchanged a knowing look,

“He isn’t here for Lyra,” Griffin said dryly. “Amelia must have pushed him to the edge of a cliff

“Let him in,” Octavia commanded.

Adrian walked in a moment later. He looked haggard. His suit was rumpled, and there was a frantic energy vibrating off him.

“Matriarch Octavia, Griffin,” Adrian started, trying to force a polite smile. “Lovely weather we are

having-”

“Cut the garbage, Adrian,” Octavia interrupted, waving her hand dismissively. “We know you are desperate. State your business or get out.”

Adrian’s smile vanished. His face darkened, and a look of madness crept into his eyes.

“I need a favor,” Adrian said, his voice dropping to a sinister low. “I need the Drake family’s help to

remove an obstacle.”

“Who?” Griffin asked, bored.

“My mate,” Adrian said. “Livia.”

Silence crashed into the room. Even Octavia, a woman who had ordered executions without blinking, looked shocked.

“Are you insane?” Octavia demanded, sitting up straight. “Livia is your fated mate. If you kill her, the backlash from the broken bond will drive you mad. It could even kill you.”

“I have a solution,” Adrian said calmly. Too calmly.

He reached into his pocket and pulled out a small, black glass vial. The liquid inside was thick and

sluggish.

“I obtained this from the deep underground market, Adrian explained, holding the vial up to the light. “It is a forbidden potion. It paralyzes the mate bond’s sensory receptors for a short time

“I will still feel pain when she dies,” Adrian admitted, his eyes cold and dead. “It will be agonizing. But I will survive it. I am willing to pay that price for power.”

“Why?” Griffin asked, intrigued by the sheer depravity of it.

“I will frame Amelia for the murder,” Adrian whispered. “Ethan is soft. He hesitates. But if he believes Amelia killed his mother? He will snap.”

Adrian clenched his fist. “He will become a Vengeance Weapon. He will stop caring about morals

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and family ties. He will tear Amélia apart.”

Octavia stared at him, trying to comprehend the level of ruthlessness standing before her

“She has shared your bed for decades, Octavia said slowly. “She is the mother of your children How can you sacrifice her like cattle?”

“She is useless to me now,” Adrian argued. “If I lose Stone Botanicals, we lose everything. Livia cares about status more than life. If we become poor, she would live in misery anyway

“Her death will have meaning.” Adrian insisted. “It is the spark needed to burn Amelia to the ground. It is a worthy sacrifice.”

Griffin felt his wolf stir with contempt. He was a villain, yes, but to sever a mate bond for profit was a level of darkness that unsettled even him.

“You speak of sacrifice so nobly,” Griffin sneered, leaning back in his chair. ‘If it is so important to motivate your son, why don’t you die?”

He looked Adrian up and down with mocking eyes. Let Amelia kill you. That would surely motivate Ethan just as well.”

“I cannot die,” Adrian said immediately, his voice filled with self–righteous arrogance. “Livia is weak. She cannot lead the war against Amelia. That girl is too cunning. Only I have the wisdom to steer

the ship.”

“I must remain to control the outcome,” Adrian stated.

Griffin studied the man. He saw a coward wrapping himself in the flag of necessity. A man who would burn the world to save his own skin.

“Fine,” Griffin said, his eyes gleaming with calculation. “You are willing to become a monster. I can respect the commitment.”

He leaned forward, locking eyes with Adrian.

“But we are businessmen, Adrian,” Griffin said coldly. “So tell me. What benefit can you possibly bring to the Drake Pack? Why should we help you kill your wife?”

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