The Alpha's Four Hidden Heirs (Natalie and Samuel) novel Chapter 87

**The City That Drowned in the Sound of Its Own Heartbeat**
**by Erynd Cal DusK**
**Chapter 87**

**NATALIE.**

In an instant, I regretted my earlier bravado. One glass of that potent concoction had already begun to weave its intoxicating spell around me. My head was spinning, and an urgent need to find a restroom surged within me.

“Boss, are you alright?” Yandel’s voice cut through the haze, laced with genuine concern.

“Don’t worry about me. I’m perfectly fine,” I replied, attempting to sound more composed than I felt. Rising from the plush couch, I waved him off dismissively. “Excuse me for a moment; I need to freshen up. Enjoy yourselves—I won’t be long.”

“Do you want us to come with you?” he asked, his brow furrowing in worry.

“You know you can’t enter the girls’ restroom. Just stay here,” I shot him a pointed look, one that conveyed the futility of his offer.

“Okay, okay. Whatever you say, boss,” Yandel mumbled, retreating into his seat like a chastised child, his shoulders slumping in defeat.

I made my way to the restroom, but on my return to the private room, the world around me began to sway. Each step felt like a small battle against gravity, and I staggered slightly, my limbs feeling heavier with every movement.

The lights flickered around me, blurring the edges of my vision, distorting reality into a dreamlike haze.

As I approached a door marked with a VIP sign, I pushed it open with a sense of urgency, striding in without a second thought. Regrettably, I hadn’t bothered to check the room number carefully.

The interior was reminiscent of the previous room, adorned with plush furnishings and soft lighting that lulled the senses.

Though Ross and Yandel were nowhere to be seen, I shrugged it off, plopping down onto the inviting couch. Where could they have vanished to in an instant? Ugh, whatever. They’re resourceful enough to take care of themselves if anything comes up.

With that thought, I decided to close my eyes for just a moment, hoping to alleviate the dizziness that enveloped me like a thick fog.

Just then, the atmosphere shifted as someone entered the private room.

He exuded an air of elegance, yet his expression was one of indifference. His scent was intoxicatingly familiar, but surely it couldn’t be him, could it?

The top buttons of his crisp white shirt were undone, revealing a glimpse of his smooth skin and sculpted collarbones. The outline of his well-defined pectorals was faintly visible, adding to the allure of his presence.

His brow furrowed as he noticed me curled up on the couch, and he strode over with purpose, gripping my wrist firmly. “What are you doing here?” he asked, his voice low and husky, sending a shiver down my spine.

That voice—it was unmistakable.

And shouldn’t I be the one interrogating him?

Alpha Samuel Bowers.

Before I could even gather my thoughts, I looked up and locked eyes with him.

She…

Her face was somewhat unfamiliar, yet her eyes held a clarity that struck a chord deep within me. They were reminiscent of… Natalie’s eyes.

To confirm my suspicions, I leaned in closer, studying her features intently.

Despite the overwhelming scent of alcohol that clung to her, I caught a delicate hint of herbal fragrance lingering in the air.

I examined her petite face, my gaze finally landing on a faint, fine line along her jaw.

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That subtle detail solidified my belief that this woman was not merely a stranger. This was Natalie, the one who haunted my dreams and ignited a fire within my very soul.

I felt a rush of confusion—how had she ended up in this private room reserved by Steven?

Yet, fate had brought her here, and I had no intention of letting her slip away.

I gently caressed her jaw with my fingers, a tender gesture that felt electric.

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With wide eyes, I gazed at the man before me, lost in the depths of a kiss.

Samuel…

Is this a dream?

But the nearly suffocating kiss grounded me in reality.

“Mm… You…” I managed to utter, struggling to articulate my confusion, desperate to question Samuel about his bold actions.

A sudden realization struck me—I wasn’t wearing the freckled hyper-realistic mask that usually concealed my identity. Instead, I sported another mask that Samuel could never recognize.

If I uttered his name now, he would unravel my true identity.

This was certainly not the ideal moment to reveal myself to him.

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As I spiraled deeper into my thoughts, I failed to notice that Samuel had been kissing me for what felt like an eternity.

Suddenly, the door swung open.

“I can’t believe Yohan is even slower than me. I know I was half an hour late, but he’s almost…”

The voice belonged to Steven, Samuel’s brother, and to say he looked shocked at the scene unfolding before him would be an understatement.

While Steven stood there, gaping in disbelief, I, trapped beneath Samuel, gasped for air, my heart racing as I frantically searched for an escape route.