Fake Mate Beta Rises to Alpha Heiress (Natalie) novel Chapter 12

**Chapter 12: Dead Silence**

**Natalie’s POV:**

Secondary access? It was more than just a privilege; it was a revelation.

As I stepped into my office, the door clicked shut with a finality that echoed in the stillness. I allowed myself a moment of stillness, closing my eyes and feeling the dormant power within me stir—a potent force, the purest Alpha bloodline of the Moon-Shadowed Pack, awakening like a volcano long forgotten beneath layers of ash.

My mental energy unfurled like invisible tendrils, reaching out to connect with the intricate web of data that formed the lifeblood of the Richardson Group. With this new access, I slipped silently into the depths of their most critical data streams, navigating through layers of encrypted information as if it were a familiar path.

Before me lay a vast expanse of financial records, secret projects, and bidding floor prices for energy crystal mines, all the core IPO documents spread out like a banquet of secrets waiting to be devoured. It was a feast, and I was the predator, ready to consume the information that had been so carefully guarded.

Landon, you could never have imagined the power that thrummed beneath my skin. This low-ranking mixed-blood Beta—this docile creature you looked down upon—held the capability to dismantle the very foundation of the Richardson family.

Just then, the comm device buzzed again, the screen flashing “Grace Richardson.” A cold smile crept onto my lips.

Landon’s mother? I had no time for her distractions at this moment.

My hunt had commenced.

The “Shadow Canyon” energy project glowed on the screen, highlighted in bold red, demanding my attention. It was my deal, my accomplishment. The old werewolf managing the project had only ever communicated with me, and his notorious temper was a challenge I relished.

It was time to stoke the flames of Landon’s turmoil.

I stood to find him, only to learn that he had dashed off in a hurry, even postponing an important video call with the Elder Council. What could possibly have shaken his composure so thoroughly? My curiosity piqued, I dialed his private line.

Aaliyah’s voice, softened with deliberate intent, greeted me. “Natalie? Are you looking for Landon?”

“Aaliyah?” I replied, keeping my tone flat and unyielding. “You’re with him?”

“Don’t misunderstand,” she interjected quickly, a barely concealed note of smugness lacing her words. “We’re at the Sacred Blood Healing Sanctuary. Nathan had a little accident while playing and hurt his leg. Landon is with him for the check-up. Should I have him call you back?”

Nathan, that pure-blood pup of Landon and Aaliyah’s, the one who seemed to harbor an instinctual loathing for me.

“No,” I stated firmly, cutting her off. My voice was devoid of warmth. “The pup’s well-being comes first.”

I ended the call abruptly, envisioning Aaliyah’s frustrated expression on the other end, a small victory that brought me some satisfaction.

**Aaliyah’s POV:**

She dared to hang up on me? That wretched half-breed!

I looked up as Landon re-entered the room, cradling Nathan in his arms. The little one had merely scraped his knee, yet he wailed as if he had suffered a mortal injury. Still, it provided Landon with a reason to rush to his side.

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