Fake Mate Beta Rises to Alpha Heiress novel

Fading Into Blue by Austen 1 Summary Natalie reflects on her two-year marriage to Landon Richardson, only to discover a shocking truth when an ink spill reveals their mate bond contract is missing from the pack council's records. Despite their sacred ceremony, the pack does not recognize their bond because it lacked the Moon Goddess' vow as a witness. This revelation leaves Natalie feeling hollow and betrayed.

Soon after, she is contacted by Mateo Miller, an attorney representing her biological father, Alexander Scott, Alpha of the Moon-Shadowed Pack, who reveals that Natalie is his only living direct descendant and heir to a vast fortune, overturning her understanding of her identity. Struggling with this new reality, Natalie confronts the painful truth about her marriage. She overhears a conversation between Landon and Aaliyah Cooper, his university mentor and a high-ranking Omega, revealing a secret five-year bond and their hidden relationship.

Landon explains the family's disapproval of Aaliyah's bloodline and the need to keep their relationship secret, using Natalie's mixed-blood status as a cover. Feeling used and betrayed, Natalie decides to claim her inheritance alone, severing ties with Landon and denying their mate bond. After a minor car accident, Natalie learns from a doctor that her dormant werewolf bloodline is now highly active, capable of producing powerful offspring. This revelation contrasts with the earlier belief that her bloodline was defective, a fact Landon had known but accepted her anyway.

Despite his family's prejudice against her mixed bloodline, Landon had shown her love and support, but now those memories are tainted by betrayal and distance. Back at the Richardson Estate, Natalie faces further emotional turmoil as she observes the strained relationship with Nathan, a five-year-old boy Landon adopted from an orphanage. Nathan's aggressive behavior and hostility toward Natalie reveal deeper family secrets. She realizes Nathan is actually Landon and Aaliyah's son, and that she has been used as a cover to raise the child while hiding their true relationship.

The tension escalates when Landon suggests Aaliyah stay with them to help care for Nathan, and Nathan's tantrum culminates in him throwing water at Natalie, highlighting her isolation and the fractured family dynamics. Throughout the chapter, Natalie grapples with feelings of betrayal, confusion, and heartbreak as she uncovers the hidden truths about her marriage, her identity, and the family she thought she belonged to. The chapter ends with her standing alone, facing a future where she must redefine herself apart from Landon and the life she once believed was hers.

Continue Regular Chapter Reading Below Chapter 1: True Identity Natalie's Perspective: It had been two years since Landon Richardson and I tied the knot. One afternoon, while tidying up his study, I accidentally knocked over an ink bottle from the drawer. The black liquid spilled everywhere, splattering across a document carelessly left beside it. To my shock, it was our mate bond contract, now soaked and illegible. A strange, unsettling feeling crept into my gut, gnawing at me. Determined to fix the damage, I went to the pack council's archives to request a replacement certificate.

Behind the counter stood a male werewolf, his faint Beta scent lingering in the air. After checking the system, his brows furrowed in confusion. "Ma'am," he said cautiously, "there's no record of a registered mate bond between you and Mr. Landon here." My heart sank instantly. "That can't be," I protested, disbelief tightening my chest. We'd been bonded for two years. Yes, I was just a Beta with human blood, but the mate bond ceremony was sacred-how could it simply not exist in the records? He double-checked several times, then met my eyes with a helpless expression. "There really isn't one.

According to regulations, without the Moon Goddess' vow as witness, your relationship isn't recognized as a formal mate bond by the pack." I caught a flicker of pity in his gaze that stung worse than any insult. I left the archives feeling utterly hollow, as if the vibrant colors of the world had drained away. Standing on the sidewalk, overwhelmed by confusion and disbelief, my phone suddenly rang. "Ms. Natalie Anderson?" a firm voice inquired. "This is Mateo Miller, attorney for your father, Alexander Scott, Alpha of the Moon-Shadowed Pack. Would you be available to come by the office?

We have important matters to discuss regarding your identity confirmation and inheritance." The mention of the Moon-Shadowed Pack and an Alpha father made me almost laugh out loud. This had to be some kind of scam. But then his next words hit me like a thunderclap. "Ms. Anderson, your mother, Claire Anderson, a human, abandoned you at an orphanage twenty years ago. Using the ancient Ancestral Tracking Spell, we have confirmed you are the only living direct descendant of the late Alpha Alexander." My legs froze beneath me, blood turning to ice.

Stunned and numb, I found myself heading to the law firm without really thinking. From Mateo, I heard a story I could hardly believe. My biological father was a powerful werewolf Alpha, ruler of a vast business empire, heir to an ancient bloodline and immense wealth. And I-the orphan girl who had always seen herself as a lowly Beta with human blood-was the sole heir to his fortune. As Mateo went over the paperwork, he casually asked, "And what about your werewolf status and mate bond?" Landon's kind, handsome face flashed through my mind.

Remembering the empty archive records, I clenched my fists so tightly my nails dug into my palms. "Please give me two hours," I said, voice steady despite the turmoil inside. "I need to confirm something first." I left the office and went straight to Landon's company. The door to his office was slightly open. Just as I reached to push it fully open, a familiar voice stopped me cold-soft, magnetic, unmistakably Omega. "Landon, our souls have been bound for five years. When will we finally make our relationship public to the families?

To everyone?" It was Aaliyah Cooper, Landon's university mentor, a high-ranking Omega of pure bloodline and irresistible charm. I held my breath, frozen. Then I heard Landon's voice, usually gentle, but now with a commanding, tender tone that sounded like a lover's whisper. "The company's about to go public, and we still need her to handle a lot of work. You know my grandfather's will forbids anyone from your family background entering the inner circle. If we reveal our relationship now, my grandmother will use all her power against you.

It would break my heart." A ringing exploded in my ears, like the last thread holding my world together had snapped. That blank bond record wasn't just a clerical error-it was a cruel joke. From the start, I had been nothing but a fool, a pawn hidden in the shadows to cover their secret bond. My heart pounded wildly as I turned and fled. I dialed Mateo's number with trembling fingers, took a deep breath, and said coldly, "Mr. Miller, I'm ready to sign the inheritance and identity papers. I have no bonded mate and no children.

The inheritance is mine alone." - After completing the initial identity activation and inheritance processes, a strange new power began to stir deep within my bloodline. Distracted on my drive home, I was rear-ended and suffered a minor cut on my forehead. At the hospital, while getting treated, I impulsively asked to have my fertility and bloodline vitality checked. The doctor's words were clear: though my werewolf bloodline had been dormant, it was now highly active. I was fully capable of bearing powerful offspring. At that moment, every last tie to my past crumbled utterly.

Before our marriage, Landon had shown me my medical report, explaining that my werewolf bloodline had serious defects, making conception unlikely. Frequent intimacy could even trigger bloodline conflicts, damaging my health. "Even so, I choose you," he had said, holding my hands, his eyes shining with fierce determination and tenderness that made me melt. "In this life, my mate can only be you." For those words, we endured immense pressure from his family-the Richardson family, obsessed with pure bloodlines.

I'd heard his father smash an antique vase in rage, bellowing, "Marry a mixed-blood Beta to taint our bloodline?" I'd overheard his mother gossiping at parties, "Landon is bewitched by that orphan girl." But Landon always held me close, smiling warmly. "Don't listen to them. You have me." For two years, his mother's barbs-"useless creature who can't even bear a pup," "I don't know what Landon sees in you"-clung to me like a disease, haunting my sleepless nights. When Landon heard about my accident, he rushed to the hospital.

Dressed in a crisp white shirt that hugged his tall frame, he drew admiring glances even in his hurry. He tried to comfort me with a hug, but I pushed him away fiercely. That embrace, once a sanctuary, now filled me with icy revulsion. In the car, he played the doting husband. "What happened? You're usually so careful," he asked, concern etched in his voice. I stared out the window, silent. My fingers absentmindedly traced the massive blue gem ring he had given me-the symbol of our "bond." Its sparkle now felt painfully blinding.

He reached for my hand again, but I pulled it back and placed it on my lap. "We have a distinguished guest at home," he said softly, a hint of excitement barely contained. "I asked the butler to prepare your favorite venison steak and wine. Hopefully, it cheers you up." I nearly sneered. "Yeah, I'm thrilled," I replied flatly. "Lately, my life's been incredibly 'rich' in experiences." He didn't catch the sarcasm. The Richardson Estate, nestled in the city's most affluent district, was a symbol of wealth and power. But how much of that was truly mine?

I had sacrificed my own career after graduation to help Landon secure his place in the family business. Stepping into the living room, laughter and playful noises floated down from upstairs. A little boy's excited shrieks, and a soft, sweet voice that now churned my stomach. The boy was Nathan Richardson. Shortly after our "bond," Landon had adopted him from a werewolf orphanage, claiming it was to "pacify the pack and do a good deed." He was five now. I had foolishly believed he did it for me and had agreed happily. But raising Nathan over the past two years had been pure torment.

The boy had a vicious temper, his werewolf instincts awakening early. When angry, he'd scratch me with his not-yet-retracted claws or bare his tiny fangs, as if harboring a natural hostility toward me. On one occasion, he even demanded in front of me that Landon "give him back his real mom." I had angrily suggested sending him back to the orphanage, but Landon always gently persuaded me to be patient, saying the child was pitiful without a mother's love. His words reminded me painfully of my own orphaned past, and I reluctantly relented.

Now, seeing Nathan cling tightly to Aaliyah's side like a cub, his small hand gripping hers, the pieces fell into place. Nathan was their son-a pure-blood pup. The Richardson family wouldn't accept Aaliyah, so Landon used me, a mixed-blood Beta, as a cover. They weren't just hiding their relationship-they were making me raise their child, enduring the family's pressure and the boy's hostility. During dinner, Landon and Nathan both doted on Aaliyah, the three of them cozy and intimate like a real family, while I silently cut my meat, feeling like an outsider.

"Natalie," Landon said, sensing the moment was right, setting down his silverware and giving me that gentle, irresistible look. "Ms. Cooper is currently writing a book on early nurturing and education of pure-blood pups and needs a quiet place for inspiration." He paused, voice softening even more. "With the company's IPO preparations keeping me busy, and you managing both family duties and Nathan, it's a lot." He hesitated, then continued, "I was thinking... perhaps Ms. Cooper could stay with us for a while. She could help you with Nathan.

He seems especially fond of her." A secret bond for five years wasn't enough? Now they wanted to live together, right under my nose, like a happy family reunion? I chewed my food slowly, deliberately ignoring him. The atmosphere thickened with tension. Landon cleared his throat softly. "Natalie, I'm talking to you." I put down my knife and fork. Before I could answer, Aaliyah quickly interjected, her tone overly polite and apologetic. "I'm so sorry for causing trouble. Natalie, Landon just feels bad that you're overworked. He thought I could help. There's nothing more to it." "No! I want Ms.

Cooper to stay! I want her to!" Nathan suddenly shrieked, pounding the table so hard the silverware rattled. His eyes flickered with a faint golden wolfish glow, excitement shining in them. "Nathan, don't be like that," Aaliyah said, pretending to scold him, while soothingly stroking his head. "Nathan, mind your manners!" I snapped sharply. My reprimand enraged him. He whipped his head toward me, golden eyes blazing with feral hatred. In a furious tantrum, he grabbed his glass of water and flung the icy liquid straight at me.

Conclusion The chapter closes on a poignant note of betrayal and heartache, as Natalie's world unravels with the cruel revelation of her place in Landon's life. The emotional weight of her discovery-that her marriage was a facade to conceal Landon's true bond with Aaliyah and their son-casts a shadow over her identity and sense of belonging. The once comforting symbols of love and commitment, like the mate bond and the blue gem ring, now feel like painful reminders of deception and sacrifice.

Natalie's internal struggle between loyalty, self-worth, and the harsh truths she faces resonates deeply, highlighting themes of identity, trust, and the complex dynamics of family. Despite the turmoil, there remains a quiet strength in Natalie's resolve to claim her own path, as seen in her decision to accept the inheritance and assert her independence. The tension simmering beneath the surface-between duty and desire, truth and illusion-sets the stage for her journey of self-discovery and empowerment.

The arrival of Aaliyah and the undeniable bond she shares with Landon and Nathan hints at a complex triangle fraught with jealousy, deception, and unspoken desires. Natalie's emotions are poised to reach a boiling point, as the lines between love, loyalty, and self-preservation blur. Expect the simmering tensions within the Richardson household to ignite, revealing hidden alliances and long-buried resentments. Natalie's struggle to claim her rightful identity and inheritance will clash with the oppressive weight of family expectations and the shadow of pure-blood prejudice.