The Alpha's Four Hidden Heirs (Natalie and Samuel) novel Chapter 121

**The City That Drowned in the Sound of Its Own Heartbeat**
**by Erynd Cal DusK**
**Chapter 121**

Alpha Samuel Bowers.

If someone isn’t on the verge of death or has met their end, I swear I’m going to lose it.

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Natalie shifts on my lap, her intention clear as she prepares to escape. But I gently but firmly pull her back, resting my forehead against hers, savoring this moment.

“This isn’t finished yet. Go back to the house and wait for me; I’ll be there shortly,” I murmur, my voice low and commanding. A playful impulse strikes me, and I pinch her nipple lightly. She gasps, a delightful sound that brings a smile to my lips. She’s so incredibly responsive, and it stirs something primal within me.

Reluctantly, I rise, my mind racing to find anything—anything at all—that could soften my arousal, which is currently as rigid as steel.

I stride toward the door, opening it just a crack before stepping out. My gaze locks onto the guard who had the audacity to interrupt us.

“Your emergency better be a legitimate one,” I growl, irritation lacing my words.

“I apologize for the interruption, Alpha,” he replies, his tone respectful but urgent. “Ms. Nichols is at the gate and insists on speaking with you.”

Yara. What on earth could she possibly want now?

“You can leave,” I command, watching the relief wash over his face as he turns and departs.

I make my way outside, hopping into the golf cart and heading toward the gate. I could run there in a flash, but Yara’s interruption of my time with Natalie deserves a delayed response. She can wait.

Arriving at the gate, I dismount the cart, my eyes immediately locking onto Yara.

“Samuel! Finally! There you are. Can you please talk some sense into your guards? They refuse to open the gates for me!” she exclaims, her frustration palpable as she glares at my men.

“Thank you, gentlemen. Please give us a moment,” I instruct them, and they nod, retreating to give us privacy.

As I approach the gate, I can’t help but scrutinize Yara. Though she bears a striking resemblance to Natalie, the distinction is glaringly apparent in their eyes. Natalie’s warmth contrasts sharply with Yara’s frigid gaze, which reflects the darkness of her twisted heart.

“What are you doing here, Yara?” I snap, my voice sharper than I intended. Her expression shifts to one of shock.

Over the years, despite my desire to sever ties with her, I maintained a semblance of civility, primarily because I once believed she was the mother of my children.

“What about Alpha Thomas?” I inquire, my tone skeptical.

“He said he’d find a moment to discuss it with you, but I thought it would be better coming from me,” she replies, batting her eyelashes in a way that’s meant to charm but only grates on my nerves.

“Well, spit it out already,” I demand, impatience creeping into my voice.

“No one knows this, but my father hasn’t been well. As his only child, if he dies, the pack will fall to me. We both know I’m not cut out to lead, so he suggested that since we have children together, an arranged marriage could unite the Moon Shadow Pack and the Blood Moon Pack. You would become their Alpha,” she explains, her voice dripping with a mix of urgency and hope.

I struggle to contain my laughter, but it bursts forth uncontrollably, and I can see her confusion deepen.

After a few moments, I finally manage to regain my composure.

“You’ve been trying for years to get closer to me, Yara. I’ve played along, pretending not to notice your advances, but if I had any interest, it would have happened by now. And now you’re dragging your ailing father into your schemes? Let me make this abundantly clear: you and I will never happen. You will not be my wife or my Luna. Go home, Yara,” I state decisively, turning away from her.

“Samuel! Samuel! You can’t do this to me! We have children together!” she screams, but I refuse to look back.

She better hope our paths don’t cross again, because next time, my patience will have run out.