Alpha's Abandoned Daughter is the Secret Heiress novel Chapter 361

Chapter 361: The Source of the Cure

Chapter 361: The Source of the Cure

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Amelia smiled warmly as she accepted the ancient wooden amulet from Rowan’s weathered hands. Her fingers traced the rough carvings. She bowed her head slightly, offering sincere thanks to the elders of the

Meadow Brook Pack.

Seeing Rowan take the lead, the other guests felt emboldened. One by one, they stepped forward to offer

their blessings.

Rhys approached her with a soft smile. He held out a small, rectangular box. Inside lay a limited–edition fountain pen, its body shimmering like starlight. His silver eyes met hers, filled with silent encouragement.

Then, the members of the Grey family moved toward the center of the room.

Wesley Grey, her eldest uncle, presented a canvas covered in cloth. With a flourish, he unveiled an oil painting. It depicted Amelia sitting at a grand piano, her fingers dancing over the keys. The likeness to a

young Seraphina was uncanny.

Natasha leaned in, her eyes widening.

“That is stunning,” Natasha chirped. “Uncle Wesley, I want one too! Make me look that elegant.”

Wesley chuckled, shaking his head.

“This is a masterpiece reserved for my niece,” he teased.

Next came Felix, the youngest uncle. He held three small, intricately woven nests. They were lined with

soft velvet and smelled of earth and warmth.

Suddenly, the fabric of Amelia’s dress rippled. Three small heads–Green, Black, and White–poked out from

her sash. They flicked their tongues, sensing the comfort of the nests, and hissed in delight.

Graham Grey stepped up next. He handed her a rugged, customized field first aid kit. It was compact but

packed with essential supplies.

Preston followed immediately. He presented a leather case. Inside sat a gleaming set of surgical

instruments, each piece engraved with a unique serpent crest.

Finally, Donovan, the youngest of the brothers, brought out a heavy, leather–bound book.

“Open it,” he urged gently.

Amelia lifted the cover. It was a photo album. Page after page was filled with rare images of Seraphina from her youth.

Amelia’s eyes lit up with pure joy. Even Jaxon, usually so stern and composed, couldn’t resist. He leaned over her shoulder, his gaze softening as he looked at the pictures.

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Seraphina seized the moment. She rested her head on Jaxon’s strong shoulder. She pointed a manicured finger at a photo of them laughing in a garden years ago. The atmosphere between the couple became instantly sweet and intimate.

Seeing the Grey family finish their presentation, Natasha clapped her hands.

“Well,” she announced loudly. “The Crimson family cannot fall behind.”

Alpha King Gideon Crimson stood up. He reached into his coat and produced a box made of dark, ancient

oak. He handed it solemnly to Theodore.

“Give this to her,” Gideon commanded.

Natasha grabbed the handles of Theodore’s wheelchair. She pushed him toward Amelia, with Jasper following silently in their wake like a shadow.

The room fell silent. All eyes were on the heir of the Crimson Moon Pack.

Theodore extended his hand. He offered the wooden box and a thick, sealed document envelope to

Amelia.

Amelia took the box first. She lifted the heavy lid. Inside, resting on black silk, were several dark, crimson

seeds.

Her breath hitched. She recognized them instantly. These were the seeds of the Blood Moon Herb, an

ingredient so rare it was considered a myth by many.

Gideon watched her surprised expression with a knowing look.

“After receiving your gift last time,” Gideon said, his voice carrying across the hall, “I realized something

important.”

He paused, letting the tension build.

“The top–tier herbs that every Alpha in the Northern Territories fights for at the auction house in Northgate City… they all come from you.”

A collective gasp swept through the room.

Adrian Stone froze. Lyra’s jaw dropped. They stared at Amelia in disbelief.

Suddenly, everything made sense. They finally understood why Valerius Kane, the elusive owner of the

capital’s largest auction house, had personally attended this engagement banquet. He wasn’t there for the

Stone family. He was there for his most valuable supplier.

Miles away, in a darkened room, Griffin Drake stared at the surveillance screen. His body went rigid.

Beside him, Lucas Lloyd turned pale. He realized with a sinking heart that he had provoked a woman who held the lifeline of the werewolf world in her hands.

“We were fools,” Lucas whispered. “She isn’t just a healer. She is the source.”

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Griffin didn’t answer immediately. His mind raced back to a few months ago. He had spent fifty million dollars at an auction, fighting tooth and nail to buy a single batch of those herbs. He had done it to save his dying father.

He had never imagined that the person who saved his father’s life was the very woman he planned to destroy.

Griffin’s expression shifted. The murderous intent in his eyes faded, replaced by a cold, calculating greed.

“No,” Griffin muttered, his grey eyes narrowing. “We don’t destroy her. We possess her.”

If the Drake family could control Amelia, they would monopolize the most profitable medical channel in

the world.

(Theodore’s POV)

I watched Amelia carefully close the box of seeds. Her sapphire eyes were bright with intelligence. She understood the value of what my grandfather had just acknowledged.

“Open the other one,” I said softly.

Amelia picked up the sealed document envelope. She broke the wax seal and pulled out the thick stack of

papers.

Her eyes scanned the bold title page. It was a Mate Contract.

As she turned the pages, her brow furrowed. The terms were absolute.

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