**The City That Drowned in the Sound of Its Own Heartbeat by Erynd Cal DusK 120**
**Chapter 120**
**NATALIE.**
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I have to admit, I’ve never witnessed him so utterly stunned; his eyes are wide, almost comically so.
“What did you just say?” His voice trembles slightly, and I can hardly contain my amusement at his reaction.
“I am the owner and chairman of Dream Pharmaceuticals, along with all its subsidiaries,” I declare, watching the realization dawn on him.
For a moment, silence envelops us. He gazes at me, his expression a mixture of disbelief and contemplation. I can almost see the gears turning in his mind, processing the weight of my words.
“How?” His question is simple yet charged with curiosity, as if he’s trying to piece together an impossible puzzle.
“Well, as I mentioned, it’s a rather long story, Samuel,” I respond, my tone steady, knowing he’s ready to listen.
“And as I stated, I have nowhere else to be right now,” he replies, a hint of eagerness creeping into his voice.
“Alright then. My journey begins with a legacy of healers and doctors, all stemming from my maternal lineage. My grandfather—my mother’s father—was the visionary who founded the pharmaceutical company now under the control of Alpha Thomas. You see, my mother never had any desire to run the company; her passion lay in healing. When she married my father, she relinquished ownership to him, believing it to be the right choice. But soon, she realized the gravity of her mistake.
Her family had always taken pride in serving those in need, regardless of wealth, but once my father took charge, everything changed. He dismantled the outreach programs that connected them to rural communities, and he began patenting their drugs, driving prices so high that only the affluent could afford them. My mother felt powerless to intervene, her dreams crushed under the weight of my father’s greed.
Witnessing the transformation of the company into something unrecognizable caused my grandfather immense heartache, leading to his heart attack and subsequent death. Before he passed, I promised him I would reclaim the company, though I had no idea how I would accomplish such a feat.
In his final days, he imparted every bit of knowledge he had about medicine, plants, and the human body to me. He left behind journals filled with wisdom, and my mother did the same before her untimely passing.
After the birth of my children, I realized I couldn’t practice medicine without a license. With the assistance of a remarkably kind man, I returned to school. Theo and Ed were invaluable, helping me juggle my studies and motherhood. I earned my license, and with the knowledge I had acquired, I became highly sought after. My identity remained concealed; I wore a different mask for every encounter, tending to the wealthy who were willing to pay exorbitant fees for the chance to prolong their lives.
“Yeah, the only thing left is for your guards to retrieve Jeremy’s body,” I reply, and he nods in understanding.
“Good, that means we can avoid any interruptions,” he says, and before I can even process his words, he moves swiftly, his hand finding the back of my neck as he draws my face closer to his. In an instant, his lips are on mine, and this time, I don’t pull away. Instead, I kiss him back fervently, and it feels as if the world has exploded into color, a sensation of being utterly at home washing over me.
The kiss intensifies, and he lifts me from my stool, positioning me on his lap. I can feel the heat radiating from him, and it ignites something deep within me. I find myself grinding against him, lost in a whirlwind of desire.
“You’re quite the temptress, aren’t you, Natalie?” he growls in my ear, trailing kisses down my neck, sending shivers of pleasure coursing through my body. In a swift motion, he tears the buttons from my shirt, exposing my breast, and I gasp as he pinches my nipple, a breathy moan escaping my lips.
I look down at him, and he meets my gaze with a wicked smile before taking my breast into his mouth, sucking hungrily while his hand squeezes the other.
“Damn…” I moan, feeling the heat pooling inside me as I continue to grind against him, chasing that edge of ecstasy.
Just as I feel myself teetering on the brink of release, a loud, jarring knock on the door shatters the moment.
“Alpha Bowers, we need you, it’s an emergency.”

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