Alpha's Abandoned Daughter is the Secret Heiress novel Chapter 331

Chapter 331: Hugh Gets Hit by a Car

Chapter 331: Hugh Gets Hit by a Car

(Author’s POV)

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Tanya stood by the bedside, her eyes cold as she stared down at her furious son. Hugh sat propped up against the pillows, his face twisted in a snarl of defiance.

“I am not going anywhere!” Hugh shouted, his voice hoarse. “This is my home! The Gale Pack is my

territory!”

Tanya sighed, stirring the bowl of warm meat broth in her hand. The steam rose in curling wisps, carrying

the scent of rich herbs.

“Drink this,” she said calmly. “Your father is currently reviewing the family assets. He is considering

handing over the Pack’s commercial management to you.”

She brought a spoonful to his lips, her expression unyielding.

“But you have to be alive to inherit it, Hugh. If you lose your life fighting a battle you cannot win, you lose

everything.”

Hugh’s eyes flashed with rage. With a violent swing of his arm, he knocked the spoon from her hand.

Clatter.

The silver spoon hit the floor, splattering broth across the expensive rug.

“I don’t care about the business!” Hugh roared, spit flying from his lips. “I will stay here! I will kill Amelia Stone with my own hands! She is just a woman. I refuse to believe she can kill me!”

Tanya calmly pulled a tissue from the box and wiped the droplets of broth from her hand. She looked at her son, really looked at him, and saw only blindness. Anger had consumed his reason.

“You are a fool,” she whispered.

She turned her head slightly toward the door.

“Harold.”

The heavy oak door creaked open. Butler Harold stepped inside, his broad frame filling the doorway. His

eyes held a flicker of concern as he looked at the bandaged Hugh, but his loyalty to Tanya was absolute.

“Madam?” Harold asked.

“He is too emotional,” Tanya said, tossing the tissue into the bin. “He won’t go willingly. Make him sleep.

Hugh’s eyes widened. He tried to scramble back against the headboard.

“Don’t you dare!” Hugh screamed. “Harold, I command you to-”

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Harold moved with the blurring speed of a trained warrior. He closed the distance in a heartbeat. Before Hugh could finish his sentence, Harold’s hand chopped down sharply against the side of Hugh’s neck.

Hugh’s eyes rolled back. He slumped forward, unconscious.

Harold caught him effortlessly, hoisting the young man over his shoulder like a sack of grain.

“Take him to the car,” Tanya ordered, her voice devoid of emotion. “Drive him to the private airstrip. Do not stop for anything.”

Harold nodded and carried the limp body out of the room.

Tanya walked to the window. She pulled back the heavy velvet curtain just enough to watch the black sedan peel out of the driveway.

She had arranged this completely behind Alpha Arthur’s back. If Arthur knew she was sending their son away, he would be furious. But Tanya didn’t care.

She had clawed her way from nothing to the top of the Gale Pack. She had survived by mastering the art of reading people.

Her instincts were screaming at her.

Amelia Stone was not just a clever enemy. There was something deeply unnatural about her. A darkness that Tanya couldn’t quantify.

She had to get Hugh away. Even just for six months. He needed to survive until Griffin dealt with that

woman.

***

The highway to the airport was a stretch of grey asphalt cutting through the dense forests of the pack

lands.

In the back seat of the speeding sedan, Hugh groaned. His eyelids fluttered open. The hum of the engine and the vibration of the road brought his senses back online.

He looked out the window. Trees blurred past.

Realization hit him like a physical blow. He was being shipped off. Like a coward. Like a dog with its tail between its legs.

“Stop the car!” Hugh roared, lunging forward to grab the back of the driver’s seat.

Harold kept his eyes on the road, his grip tightening on the steering wheel.

“Young Master, please,” Harold said, his voice strained. “This is for your own safety. Your mother wants you to live.”

“I don’t need her protection!” Hugh screamed. “Turn around! Now!”

“I cannot do that,” Harold replied firmly.

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“If you don’t stop, I’ll jump!”

Hugh reached for the door handle. He yanked it.

The lock clicked open. The wind roared as the door swung out, pulling at his arm.

“Young Master!” Panic seized Harold.

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He slammed on the brakes. He hit the hazard lights simultaneously. The car screeched, tires smoking as it

began to decelerate rapidly.

Before the car had come to a complete stop, Hugh kicked the door fully open.

“I will not run!” he swore to himself, his voice lost in the wind. “I am an Alpha bloodline!”

He jumped.

His feet hit the asphalt. He stumbled but managed to find his footing, adrenaline masking the pain in his

head.

He stood up straight, triumph surging through him. He had defied them.

Screech.

The sound of tires locking up erupted from behind him. It was accompanied by the terrified screams of passersby from the sidewalk.

Hugh turned around.

His pupils contracted to pinpoints.

A dark sedan was rushing toward him. It wasn’t slowing down. It was accelerating.

It was moving at a fatal speed.

There was no time to scream. No time to shift.

Thud. Crack.

The massive impact hit him with the force of a freight train. The sound of his own bones shattering was the loudest thing he had ever heard.

He was sent flying through the air. The world spun in a dizzying blur of grey sky and green trees.

He crashed heavily onto the unforgiving asphalt.

A gut–wrenching agony tore through him. It felt as if his organs had been violently rearranged inside his torso. Blood filled his mouth, choking him.

He couldn’t move. He could only stare at the sky, his vision darkening at the edges.

Through the haze, he heard an engine revving.

He turned his head, his neck screaming in protest.

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The offending vehicle had stopped. But now, reverse lights flared white. The car backed up, aligning its tires with his broken body.

Then, the engine roared. It accelerated forward again.

Terror, cold and absolute, washed over him.

In the final second of his life, a whisper echoed in his mind. A soft, feminine voice from the night before.

*I want to see if your skull is hard enough.*

It was his final nightmare.

***

(Jade’s POV)

At 9:30 AM, I walked through the heavy front doors of the Gale Pack mansion.

The house was quiet, disturbingly so. I adjusted my bag on my shoulder, steeling myself for whatever

awaited inside.

As soon as I stepped into the foyer, I ran headlong into her.

Tanya.

She was descending the grand staircase, dressed in an impeccable silk robe. Her face wore that mask !

hated so much–a fake, hypocritical smile that didn’t reach her eyes.

“Jade,” she cooed, her voice dripping with artificial sweetness. “How can you bear to come back here?”

I looked at the woman who had driven my own mother to an early grave. She stood there, the mistress of

the house, radiating a smug superiority.

I forced down the bile rising in my throat. I pushed away the disgust that threatened to show on my face.

“I live here,” I said flatly.

Tanya tutted, shaking her head. She reached the bottom step and walked toward me.

“I heard about the conflict last night,” she said, her tone shifting to one of mock disappointment. “In

Griffin’s territory, no less.”

She stopped in front of me, crossing her arms.

“You are Griffin’s fiancée, aren’t you? Yet you allowed your own brother to get hurt. It is unbecoming of your

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