Alpha's Abandoned Daughter is the Secret Heiress novel Chapter 93

Chapter 93: The Truth in the Silence

Chapter 93: The Truth in the Silence

(Theodore’s POV)

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Theron’s face darkened like the sky before a violent storm. Facing my accusation, this father showed no guilt whatsoever. Instead, he flew into a rage.

“Your crippled legs have twisted your mind!” Theron snarled. “You’ve become suspicious and

paranoid!”

I sat in my wheelchair, completely calm. “Isla is an illegitimate daughter. That’s a fact.”

My tone was flat as I delivered my warning. “I won’t harm her just because of her bloodline. But if I find proof she was involved in any plot against Amelia, I won’t show mercy because of some supposed sibling bond.”

I turned my gaze to Ronan, who stood nearby. He immediately put on a flattering expression.

“Brother, the pack needs you,” Ronan said eagerly. “We just want you safe. Crimson Moon Pack and the Northern Territories can’t survive without you.”

*Logan growled deep in my consciousness: “He’s lying. I smell his fear and greed.“*

I soothed my restless wolf and directly exposed Ronan’s act. “During your time as acting Alpha, allied packs tore up treaties. Warriors who wouldn’t follow your orders got expelled. Territory expansion ground to a halt.”

Ronan’s face went pale instantly. His eyes showed he finally realized who had been pulling the strings behind all his failures.

“When I’m discharged, I’ll resume full control of pack affairs,” I announced coldly. “You’ll be completely excluded from the inner circle of power.”

Hearing this decision, Theron completely exploded. “You’re too heartless! Even if you won’t keep Ronan at headquarters, you should at least let him train with the warrior units!”

I remained unmoved. “Truth is always harsh for the incompetent.”

Theron’s facial muscles twitched with rage. “We came here out of concern to visit you, only

to face such humiliation!”

He turned toward the door. “We’re leaving immediately.”

Ronan maintained his gentle facade. “Brother, please rest well.”

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After the door closed and those two figures disappeared, I turned to Marcus, who had been silently standing guard.

“Go verify Ronan’s DNA immediately,” I ordered quietly.

Old doubts resurfaced. I no longer trusted the blood relatives around me. I needed to confirm whether Ronan was truly my mother’s son, truly my brother.

(Caleb’s POV)

The hospital room was dead silent in the deep night, wrapped in that particular kind of quiet that only existed in medical facilities during the small hours. Somewhere in the distance, I could hear the soft wheeze of ventilators and the gentle beeping of heart monitors, but they seemed to come from another world entirely. I lay on the narrow hospital bed, my consciousness unnaturally clear and sharp, as if someone had turned up the brightness and contrast on my awareness. My hearing and touch were amplified far beyond normal levels, making me hyperaware of every small sound and sensation. But my body felt like it was filled with molten lead, heavy and unresponsive. I couldn’t even manage to blink my eyelids, couldn’t move so much as a finger.

I was forced to stare at one particular corner of the ceiling, where a water stain had spread across the acoustic tiles in a pattern that looked vaguely like a map of some unknown territory. My vision was frustratingly limited, locked in place like a camera with a broken mechanism.

I heard the door open with its characteristic squeak. Then came Celine’s familiar footsteps the precise click of her heels against the polished floor that I had heard countless times before. Following behind was mother Livia’s tired shuffle, the sound of someone who had been carrying too much weight for too long.

“Mom, you should go back and rest,” Celine said in her usual sweet tone, the voice that had charmed teachers and pack members alike since she was small. “You’ve been here for hours. I’ll stay here alone to watch over him. Someone needs to be here in case he wakes up.”

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Livia was clearly exhausted, her movements slow and labored as she walked to the bedside. I felt a hand grip mine – warm, slightly trembling, with the calluses that came from years of working in the pack gardens. It was mother’s hand, and the familiar touch made something twist painfully in my chest.

“That b***h Amelia will pay for this,” she cursed at my bedside, her voice thick with maternal fury and grief. “I swear on the moon goddess herself, I’ll make her pay for what she’s done to

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you. I’ll get revenge for you, my son. She won’t get away with destroying my family.”

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I wanted desperately to open my mouth and tell mother the truth. To confess that I was the one who had hurt Amelia, that her anger was misplaced, that the person she should be cursing was lying right here in this bed. But I couldn’t make any sound, couldn’t even manage the smallest whisper.

After what felt like an eternity, mother released my hand. Her footsteps gradually faded away, growing fainter until the door closed behind her with a soft click.

Then I heard another sound that made my blood freeze – the distinctive “click” of the door lock being turned. That small metallic sound was particularly sharp in the silent night, cutting through the quiet like a knife. It filled me with an inexplicable panic that seemed to start in my chest and spread outward like ice water in my veins.

Celine walked back to the bedside with measured steps. The sound of her heels hitting the floor was no longer light and cheerful. Instead, it carried a cold, hard rhythm that seemed to count down to something terrible. Each step was deliberate, calculated, like a predator approaching cornered prey.

I felt the mattress dip slightly as she sat down beside the bed. Her face appeared in my limited field of vision above me, and what I saw there made my soul recoil in horror. That face that usually wore such a sweet, innocent smile was now completely expressionless. Her features might as well have been carved from marble. But it was her eyes that truly terrified me they were so cold they felt foreign, like looking into the eyes of a complete stranger wearing my sister’s face.

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“Second brother,” she said softly, her voicè carrying an almost conversational tone that was somehow more frightening than if she had been screaming. “Since you no longer trust me unconditionally and actually sent people to investigate me behind my back, you’re probably better off sleeping forever. It would be so much simpler for everyone involved.”

Celine’s voice remained soft and gentle, but underneath the familiar cadence, I could hear something else – something that hissed and coiled like a venomous snake preparing to strike.

I watched in helpless horror as she pulled out what looked like an ordinary tube of lipstick from her designer purse. But as she twisted the base, instead of cosmetic, a sharp needle emerged from the tip. The metal gleamed under the harsh hospital lighting, and I could see a small drop of clear liquid beading at the point.

The cold needle pierced the vein in my arm with practiced precision. A burning sensation immediately spread through my blood vessels like liquid fire, racing through my circulatory system with terrifying efficiency.

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As Celine slowly pushed the mysterious liquid into my bloodstream, she leaned down until her lips were almost touching my ear. Her breath was warm against my skin, a horrible contrast to the ice–cold revelation she was about to deliver. When she spoke, her voice was barely above a whisper, but each word hit me like a physical blow.

“Before Amelia returned to the pack, I paid a substantial amount of money to hire rogue wolves to attack her,” she confessed with the casual tone someone might use to discuss the weather. “I gave them very specific instructions. I told them to r**e her and take nude photographs. That way I could control Amelia completely and keep my position secure in this family.”

She paused for a moment, and I could hear her breathing, slow and steady, as if she was savoring the moment of revelation. When she continued, her voice carried a note of bitter disappointment that chilled me to the bone.

“Too bad that useless excuse for a wolf couldn’t even manage such a simple task. I suppose good help really is hard to find these days.”