Alpha's Abandoned Daughter is the Secret Heiress novel Chapter 360

Chapter 360: A Gift Beyond Measure

Chapter 360: A Gift Beyond Measure

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Outside the grand marble porch of the Stone River Pack House, the night air was biting. Livia Stone stood before the imposing iron gates, her chest heaving with indignation.

Two burly guards crossed their arms, blocking her path with stone–faced expressions.

“Jaxon Stone’s orders are clear,” one guard stated, his voice devoid of emotion. “No invitation, no entry.”

Livia’s face twisted in rage. She pointed a trembling finger toward the brightly lit banquet hall where music spilled out into the night.

“Do you know who I am?” she screamed, her voice cracking. “My mate, Adrian, is in there! My son is in there! I have every right to enter my own home!”

She tried to summon the haughty demeanor. She smoothed her dress, attempting to look regal despite her gaunt frame.

The guard looked her up and down with cold indifference.

“If you are so important,” he retorted sharply, “why do your mate and son have invitations personally issued by Amelia, yet you stand here with nothing?”

Livia flinched as if struck. Her eyes darted nervously to the side.

“I… I was simply away on business,” she lied, her voice losing its edge. “The invitation must have been

lost.”

The lie tasted like ash in her mouth. The truth was far more brutal.

After Silas had released her, Livia had rushed to Adrian’s private villa, desperate for comfort and safety.

She had stood outside the door, hand raised to knock.

But voices from inside had stopped her. She heard Adrian and Ethan laughing. They were excitedly discussing how to use Amelia’s birthday banquet to claw their way back to the center of power.

Not once did they mention her name. Not once did they ask where she was.

Humiliation had washed over her like ice water. She realized she was forgotten.

In desperation, she had retreated to the Moore estate, her maternal family. She expected sanctuary.

Instead, she received cold shoulders and veiled mockery for her fallen status.

Now, standing before the gates of the life she used to rule, she felt cornered.

The guard scoffed at her excuse.

“It doesn’t matter where you were,” he said, turning his back on her. “No invitation means no entry.”

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He walked away, following Jaxon’s secret instruction to keep her waiting until the party reached its peak.

“You insolent dog!” Livia shrieked.

She kicked the solid iron gate with all her remaining strength. The metal didn’t budge, sending a jolt of

pain up her leg.

“Just you wait,” she hissed under her breath, her eyes burning with malice. “When Adrian takes back the

Pack, I will have you all exiled to the wastelands.”

In the shadows of a nearby tree, a figure watched silently. He tapped his earpiece.

“Target is at the gate,” the spy whispered. “She is agitated.”

miles away, Griffin Drake swirled a glass of red wine. He listened to the report with a cruel smirk.

“Let her wait,” Griffin ordered through the link. “Let her simmer in that cold. When the show inside starts,

open the gate and let the madwoman loose.”

Inside the banquet hall, the atmosphere was warm and fragrant with the scent of roasted venison and

expensive wine.

Amelia stood beneath the cascading crystals of the massive chandelier. Her sapphire eyes softened as

they swept over the table occupied by the Meadow Brook Pack.

“Thank you,” she said, her voice sincere and amplified by the microphone. “To my family from the

Meadows, your presence is the greatest gift.”

Rowan Calder stood up. He walked toward her, holding a small, weathered object.

It was a hand–carved oak box, simple and worn by time.

“For you, Amelia,” Rowan said gently, placing it in her hands. “This amulet was blessed by the High Priest of the ancient Moon Goddess temple. May it keep you safe.”

He opened the box to reveal a piece of wood carved with intricate symbols.

A ripple of murmurs went through the crowd. Some guests covered their mouths, hiding sneers.

“A piece of wood?” one whispered loudly. “How rustic.”

“Fitting for a girl raised in the mud,” another chuckled.

In the surveillance room, Celine let out a harsh laugh.

“Look at that trash,” she mocked, staring at the screen. “They really are bottom–feeders.”

Suddenly, a cold, clear voice cut through the murmurs in the banquet hall.

“Only the vulgar would mistake a priceless treasure for cheap wood.”

Jade York stood up at the VIP table. Her expression was icy as she scanned the mocking guests.

“That amulet is inscribed with lost runes,” Jade explained, her voice ringing with authority. “It was crafted

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by the Reclusive Warlock of the East. It carries a potent blessing from the Moon Goddess herself.”

The room went silent.

“It provides absolute protection against high–level dark magic curses,” Jade continued. “On the black market, you couldn’t buy this for a hundred million. It is priceless.”

The sneers vanished instantly, replaced by looks of greed and awe.

Celine’s laughter died in her throat. Her face turned a sickly shade of green. She had mocked the gift, only to realize she was the ignorant one.

“She… she gets a hundred–million–dollar amulet?” Celine whispered, her nails digging into her palms. “Why does she get everything?”

Lucas Lloyd, sitting near Jade, saw an opportunity to impress her. He slammed his hand on the table and laughed loudly.

“Exactly!” Lucas shouted, looking around with disdain. “You lot are like uncultured stray dogs. You wouldn’t know a real treasure if it bit you.”

Celine watched the screen, feeling a phantom slap across her face. She wanted to smash the monitor.

At the main table, the tension was different.

Natasha leaned in close to Theodore. She eyed the wooden amulet in Amelia’s hand.

“Phew,” Natasha exhaled dramatically, patting her chest. “Thank the Goddess it’s just a protective charm. For a second, I thought the Meadow Brook folks brought out a rare diamond ring.”

She nudged Theodore with her elbow, a mischievous glint in her golden eyes.

“So, cousin,” she teased. “Amelia’s ex–mate, Damien, was willing to give up shares of his family business.

As her current fiancé, your gift better not be embarrassing.”

Theodore swirled the dark red liquid in his glass. His golden eyes were fixed on Amelia, burning with an intensity that made the air around him vibrate.

“Damien?” Theodore said, his voice low and smooth like velvet. “He offered her mere material assets.

Scraps.”

He took a sip of his wine, his gaze never wavering.

“What I intend to give her,” Theodore stated calmly, “is the whole world.”

Natasha froze. Her hand flew to her mouth to stifle a gasp.

She understood exactly what he meant. He wasn’t talking about jewelry or money. He was talking about the Crimson Moon Pack. He intended to share his supreme authority, his throne, with Amelia.

It was madness. In their hierarchy, power was never shared, especially not with someone from outside the royal bloodline.

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Alpha King Gideon, sitting a few seats away, went rigid. He had heard every word.

Slowly, the old King turned his head. His eyes were dark pits of fury. He glared at Theodore, a silent warning radiating from him like heat from a furnace.

*You dare,* his eyes seemed to say. *You dare hand my legacy to that woman.*

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At the next table, Jasper Calder was watching closely. He saw the murderous shift in Gideon’s expression.

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