Fake Mate Beta Rises to Alpha Heiress (Natalie) novel Chapter 1

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.”

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