Fake Mate Beta Rises to Alpha Heiress novel

Fading Into Blue by Austen 4 Summary The narrator stands before a luxurious penthouse in the financial district, determined to purchase it as a fresh start away from a past filled with lies and betrayal. Confidently, she tells the sales manager to prepare the paperwork under her name. However, her plans are interrupted by Eleanor Kelly, a haughty young woman claiming prior rights to the apartment based on her high-born werewolf status and family lineage from the Grayclaw Pack.

The sales team explains that property priority is determined by bloodline and pack hierarchy, not simply who arrives first. The narrator asserts that her own bloodline and status surpass those of the Kelly family, prompting surprise and disbelief from Eleanor and the sales advisors. When the sales team verifies her credentials, it is revealed that she is the heir to the Moon-Shadowed Pack, a legendary and powerful werewolf family long thought lost. This revelation shocks everyone present, including Eleanor, who had never encountered this unknown Scott family member before.

The narrator calmly insists on finalizing the purchase, despite Eleanor's growing anger and threats. Suddenly, a group of imposing figures in black suits arrives, led by Everett Bennett, the Steward of the Moon-Shadowed Pack. Everett confirms the narrator's identity as the biological daughter of the late Alpha Scott and the sole legitimate heir to the Moon-Shadowed Pack. His formal bow and the unified salute from his entourage solidify her status, leaving Eleanor deflated and the room in stunned silence.

The chapter ends with the narrator officially recognized as a powerful heir, marking a significant turning point in her journey. Continue Regular Chapter Reading Below 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. At that moment, the heavy curtains in the VIP lounge shifted slightly. A tall figure rose and quietly exited. Someone nearby immediately understood and whispered to an attendant, "Go downstairs. No need to verify that lady's assets. She is the heir to the Moon-Shadowed Pack." The attendant's eyes widened in disbelief. The Moon-Shadowed Pack? The legendary family with vast business empires and ancient, mystical power?

No one had ever heard of a lost young heiress from them! Meanwhile, the female advisor's patience snapped. "Ma'am, please stop overstepping! We have clearly stated that purchasing property here requires verification of your pack status!" "Perhaps you have some assets, but buying one property here is likely your limit. Please don't waste Ms. Kelly's valuable time any longer. Otherwise, I will have to ask security to escort you out." Eleanor, surprisingly composed, scoffed and brushed past the advisor. "Fine. I'll wait.

I want to see what 'priority' you claim to have." Her eyes gleamed with challenge. "But let me be clear: if you don't have priority and you're wasting my time, you will apologize and beg for my forgiveness. Otherwise, don't blame me for being unpleasant." Her youthful face, likely barely in her twenties, radiated the arrogance of a spoiled Alpha heir. I smiled faintly, meeting her gaze steadily. "Fine. And if my priority is higher than yours? Will you apologize and beg my forgiveness?" "You!" She was rendered speechless by anger.

Just then, the male manager returned, nearly out of breath and wiping sweat from his brow. His voice carried an unfamiliar tone of respect and awe. "Ma'am, I'm sorry! You do indeed hold the highest priority. Please forgive our earlier oversight. I offer my sincerest apologies." The female advisor, still confused, tried to question him but was swiftly pulled aside. A whispered message drained the color from her face. She collapsed onto the polished floor, stunned. When she regained her senses, she didn't even stand. Trembling, she managed a quiet apology. "Sorry, Ms. Scott. I was blind.

I offended you. Please don't hold it against me." Eleanor's eyes widened sharply, golden wolfish light flaring dangerously. "The Scott family? Which Scott family?" Her voice trembled with disbelief. Among the elite werewolf society of Maritime City, only one Scott family could rival the Kellys-and that was the Scott family of the Moon-Shadowed Pack. "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.

Conclusion The chapter closes on a powerful note of recognition and restored identity, as the protagonist steps fully into her rightful place within the complex hierarchy of the werewolf packs. The confrontation with Eleanor Kelly not only exposes the rigid structures of status and bloodline that govern their world but also highlights the protagonist's quiet strength and unwavering determination to claim what is hers. Amidst the tension and rivalry, there is a profound sense of reclaiming agency and breaking free from the shadows of the past, signaling a turning point in her journey.

Emotions will run high as alliances are tested and new rivalries emerge, not only from within the packs but also from those who may question her legitimacy or seek to undermine her newfound authority. The arrival of Everett Bennett, the stoic steward, hints at deeper layers of tradition and possibly hidden agendas that could complicate the protagonist's path forward. Readers can anticipate a blend of suspense and revelation, as secrets tied to the Moon-Shadowed Pack's legacy begin to unfold, setting the stage for both internal struggles and external confrontations.

Lucia Morh Lucia Morh is a passionate storyteller who brings emotions to life through her words. When she's not writing, she finds peace nurturing her garden.