Alpha's Abandoned Daughter is the Secret Heiress novel Chapter 369

Chapter 369: Celine’s Gamble

Chapter 369: Celine’s Gamble

(Author’s POV)

“Yes, Alpha.” Wade bowed low and retreated from the room, closing the heavy door behind him.

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Moments later, the door opened again, and Celine was shoved roughly inside. She stumbled, her legs

weak and trembling, and fell onto the thick, plush carpet. Her appearance was wretched. The expensive evening gown she had worn was shredded, hanging off her frame in tatters and exposing pale skin covered in dark, ugly bruises. They were stark evidence of the violence that had just occurred.

As the only female in the VIP suite, she had borne the brunt of the drug’s effects. Griffin, fueled by the

potent aphrodisiac, had been merciless in his release. If Jade had been present, Celine knew she never

would have been allowed near Griffin’s bed.

She was exhausted, every muscle in her body screaming in pain. Yet, she forced herself to look up at him with a practiced, sultry gaze. She bit her lip, trying to feign shyness and adoration, hoping to frame the

brutal assault as a passionate encounter.

“Alpha Griffin…” Celine rasped, her voice hoarse but laced with deliberate sweetness. She hoped to

awaken a shred of pity or affection in his cold eyes.

Griffin stood over her, adjusting his robe. He glanced at her with cold, unmasked disgust, his brow furrowing as if he were looking at a stain on the floor.

“Do not think that because I slept with you today, you can harbor unrealistic fantasies,” he said, his voice

devoid of warmth. “When you leave here, go to a pharmacy immediately. Take the morning–after pill. I do

not want any accidents to happen.”

The forced smile on Celine’s face froze instantly. The humiliation washed over her like ice water. She

lowered her head to hide the resentment burning in her eyes.

“I know my identity, Griffin,” she muttered, her voice muffled against the floor.

Although she appeared submissive, confusion gnawed at her mind. She gathered her courage to speak.

“Griffin,” she whispered. “What exactly happened tonight?”

Griffin’s eyes darkened dangerously as he stared at her.

“The drug,” he hissed, his voice trembling with suppressed rage. “It was the very same agent I gave you to

use on Amelia.”

Celine’s blood ran cold.

“It is a high–grade aphrodisiac developed by the Drake family laboratory,” Griffin continued. “Outsiders have

no access to it.”

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The trap intended to ruin Amelia’s reputation had snapped back on them. It had ensnared not just them,

but the VIP guests of Night City.

Celine’s face turned paper–white. “Maybe… maybe there is a traitor among your subordinates?”

Before she could finish her sentence, Griffin moved with terrifying speed. He lashed out, kicking her hard

in the chest.

Celine gasped as the air left her lungs and she tumbled backward, crashing onto the floor.

“You dare question my control?” Griffin roared, looking like a demon from hell. “This is your

incompetence!”

He loomed over her, eyes flashing with murderous intent. Celine trembled violently, seeing death in his gaze. She scrambled back to her knees, ignoring the throbbing pain in her chest.

“I will find the traitor!” she cried, tears streaming down her face. “I will bring you their head on a platter!”

Griffin sneered at her pathetic display. “A traitor’s life cannot pay for the reputation the Drake Pack lost

tonight.”

Celine crawled forward and hugged his leg, begging for mercy. Griffin kicked her away again, harder this

time.

He looked down at her with utter contempt. “Listen to me. Next year, there will be a ‘Secret Garden‘ private

party.”

Celine froze, listening intently.

“A major figure from the Wolf Council will be attending,” Griffin said coldly. “You will go there. You will please him. Help the Drake family’s industries expand and replace the Crimson Pack’s status. Only then will you be qualified to stay by my side.”

He pointed to the door. “As for dealing with Amelia, you are stripped of that qualification. Now, get out.”

Celine felt like a prisoner granted an unexpected pardon. She scrambled to her feet and fled the VIP room

in a panic.

Celine had barely left when Manager Nick rushed in, clutching a piece of paper.

“Alpha,” he said breathlessly. “Here is the list of the affected guests.”

Griffin snatched the paper. His brow locked in a deep frown as he scanned the names. They were all familiar faces in the capital’s elite circle. While most were from families inferior to the Drake Pack, there were wealthy Alphas and powerful business tycoons with sharp teeth.

They had stayed silent to protect their own dignity, but their anger was a ticking bomb.

For the next two hours, Griffin was glued to his phone. He made call after call, swallowing his arrogance.

“I am deeply sorry, Alpha Thompson,” he forced out. “The Drake family guarantees full compensation. Yes,

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of course. This scandal will never leave Night City.”

He apologized repeatedly, swearing on his Alpha honor to appease them. It was humiliating.

Finally, the calls stopped. Griffin collapsed onto the leather sofa, utterly drained. He glanced at the clock.

It was 10:30 PM.

The exhaustion in his body quickly turned into a cold, burning hatred. This was all because of Amelia

Stone.

Since Celine was a useless fool, he would handle this himself. He picked up his phone and dialed a secure

line to a mercenary killer.

“It is me,” Griffin said, his voice flat and deadly. “I want her dead tonight. Target: Amelia Stone.”

The voice on the other end was calm. “Consider it done. If I fail, I vanish.”

Across the city, Celine walked into a pharmacy and bought a box of Plan B.

She returned to her apartment, which felt cold and empty. She collapsed onto the sofa, staring at the

small white pill in her palm.

She raised it to her lips, then stopped.

She recalled Griffin’s ruthless eyes and his order to please another man. She realized with terrifying clarity

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