Fake Mate Beta Rises to Alpha Heiress (Natalie and Landon) novel Chapter 4

Chapter 4: Legitimate Heir

An hour had passed when I found myself standing before the towering floor-to-ceiling window of a luxurious penthouse apartment. From this vantage point, the sprawling city lay beneath me, a realm dominated by the fierce werewolf packs that ruled its streets and shadows.

The apartment I had set my sights on was nestled in the very heart of the financial district. Its interior was the epitome of sleek modernity, blending cutting-edge technology with subtle nods to the primal, wolfish heritage—an elegant fusion of the contemporary and the ancient. The space was vast, open, and the panoramic view was nothing short of breathtaking.

“I’ll take this one. Prepare the paperwork and list it solely under my name,” I told the sales manager with quiet confidence. Satisfaction settled over me. This place was move-in ready, a fresh start waiting for me far away from the “home” that had been nothing but a cage of lies and betrayal. Finally, I could walk away whenever I chose.

“Right away, ma’am!” The sales manager’s face brightened with enthusiasm. Initially, he must have assumed I was just another ordinary buyer. But the moment he realized who I was, his attitude shifted instantly. I was promptly escorted to a VIP lounge, where I was offered tea and light refreshments while the contract was being prepared.

As I waited, a sharp, haughty voice suddenly cut through the calm atmosphere. It carried the unmistakable tone of entitlement that only a high-born werewolf could possess. “So, you’re the one trying to snatch the apartment I had my eye on?”

I looked up to see a young woman striding toward me with unmistakable fury. She was dressed in custom-made, designer clothes that screamed wealth and status, but her expression was stormy and unyielding. Two imposing bodyguards flanked her, their presence radiating quiet menace. A female sales advisor followed closely behind. The woman’s aura reeked of the arrogance typical of a pampered, high-ranking pack heir.

“Are you addressing me?” I raised a single eyebrow, my tone cool but curious.

“Who else?” she snapped. “I was the first to set my sights on the penthouse in Building A!” Removing her sunglasses, her sharp, beautiful eyes—faintly gleaming with golden light—locked onto mine with undisguised hostility.

“The manager never mentioned this unit was already sold. You haven’t paid any deposit, have you? According to the rules, I secured it first. It belongs to me,” I replied, my voice icy. I had no desire to waste time on this spoiled brat. Rising, I prepared to look elsewhere.

She slammed her high heel against the floor in frustration. “Whatever! I’m not here to bargain! I have priority! You will back down, whether you like it or not!”

I turned back, genuinely perplexed. “Priority?”

The female sales advisor spoke up, her voice laced with disdain. “Our properties, especially premium residences like this one, require a ‘Bloodline and Asset Check.’ It’s not simply first-come, first-served. Priority is determined by the client’s status and power within the pack hierarchy.”

She emphasized “Bloodline” and “status” as if those words alone could intimidate.

I frowned slightly, understanding the implication all too well. “Sounds like typical werewolf pack politics.”

Just then, the male sales manager returned, carrying the contract. He looked apologetic as he leaned in and whispered, “Ma’am, forgive me. That young woman is Eleanor Kelly, an heir of the Kelly family from the Grayclaw Pack.”

The name triggered a memory. The Grayclaw Pack ranked among the top five werewolf packs commercially in the city. No wonder Eleanor was so full of herself.

The female advisor added, “I realize this may be uncomfortable, but rules are rules.”

“It’s not uncomfortable,” I said softly, exhaling deeply as a quiet strength stirred within me. “It just feels unfair. But if we’re playing by your rules,” I turned to the sales manager, my voice firm, “my priority surpasses hers. I want this apartment.”

My meaning was unmistakable: my bloodline and status eclipsed those of the Kelly family from the Grayclaw Pack.

“What?” Both Eleanor and her advisor looked stunned.

“She claims she has priority?” Eleanor glanced at her advisor, disbelief clear in her eyes.

The female advisor immediately checked her tablet, her face pale with shock. If someone with a higher status than the Kellys had arrived, they would have been informed beforehand. Such clients were handled by senior managers.

Seeing my modest attire and the subtle, hard-to-read aura I projected, the advisor had never considered I could outrank the Kellys.

“Ma’am, perhaps you misunderstand—what we require here is—” she began again.

“Verify it,” I interrupted, unwilling to waste any more time. I handed over my identification once more. After dealing with Landon and Aaliyah, these petty nobles were no challenge.

The male manager hesitated but dutifully followed protocol.

“I need the paperwork done quickly. I have other matters to attend to,” I said, eager to end the confrontation. Yet, I couldn’t help but wonder how swiftly the verification had been completed.

The manager handed me the contract. I signed my name without hesitation. He immediately assigned staff to finalize the remaining details.

Eleanor stared at me, her mind clearly racing. “You’re a daughter of the Scott family? How have I never seen you before?”

Her confusion was palpable. She had met other Scott heirs her age but I was a complete unknown to her.

“This is ridiculous! You’re all conspiring to trick me!” The more Eleanor thought about it, the angrier she grew. Her bodyguards stiffened, releasing oppressive auras, ready to escalate the situation.

But before anyone could react, a group of figures in black suits appeared abruptly in the main hall. They moved silently yet exuded immense power, swiftly escorting Eleanor and her entourage aside.

The leader was a middle-aged man with a calm, purposeful stride. He spoke clearly, “Ms. Kelly, I am Everett Bennett, Steward of the Moon-Shadowed Pack.”

His presence caused a ripple of surprise—not just from Eleanor, but from me as well. Why had members of the Moon-Shadowed Pack arrived so suddenly?

Everett was impeccably dressed in a sharp suit, his hair perfectly styled. Gold-rimmed glasses and white gloves completed his refined appearance. His demeanor was scholarly, but beneath it lay the steady, commanding aura of a core member of an ancient, powerful family. His presence alone was enough to silence the room.

Seeing Everett, Eleanor’s arrogance deflated instantly. Her voice dropped. “Mr. Bennett, is it true? Is she really from the Scott family?”

“Yes,” Everett replied calmly, his gaze sweeping over Eleanor before settling firmly on me. His eyes held a mixture of scrutiny and relieved reverence, as though discovering a long-lost treasure. “The young lady before you is the biological daughter of our late Alpha, Mr. Scott. She is the one and only legitimate heir to the Moon-Shadowed Pack.”

With that, Everett circled past the stiffened Eleanor and stopped before me. I felt a flicker of unease under his intense gaze. Then, he performed an ancient, formal gesture—bowing at a perfect ninety-degree angle. “It is an honor to make your acquaintance, Ms. Scott.”

“Hail Ms. Scott!” The people in black behind him echoed in perfect unison, their voices harmonized and resolute.