Fake Mate Beta Rises to Alpha Heiress (Natalie) novel Chapter 37

**Chapter 37: Circle?**

I stood up, my posture straight and unwavering, exuding a quiet confidence rather than any oppressive energy. My gaze roamed over the logos emblazoned on her clothing, symbols of wealth and status. “You flaunt luxury goods as proof of your success, while I rely on my own abilities to demonstrate my worth. Which of these lifestyles do you think reflects a greater concern for the opinions of others? What’s your perspective on that?”

Rebecca scoffed, an attempt to mask her insecurity. “Please! Thorn Pack isn’t even yours. Stop pretending! You’re only here because of Landon!”

That name again—Landon. It had once been a sore spot for me, a painful reminder of past betrayals, but now it merely irritated me.

I placed my glass down on the table with a deliberate motion.

The sharp clink shattered the silence that enveloped our private room, a sudden chill creeping in, thickening the air around us.

“Got where I am because of Landon?” I echoed, my voice dropping to a low, dangerous murmur.

“Damn right! Without Landon, you’re nobody!” Rebecca practically shouted, her confidence swelling as if she had just delivered the final blow.

Usually, I would have kept my cool for Alice’s sake, not wanting to escalate the situation. But Rebecca was relentless, crossing boundaries by invoking the name of the man who had deceived and manipulated me.

As the tension escalated, the palpable clash of a dominant Alpha and a challenger drew the attention of our classmates, mostly Betas and lower-ranking Alphas, who could no longer pretend to ignore the brewing storm. They rushed in, eager to play the role of peacemakers.

“Come on, Natalie. Don’t let Rebecca get to you. She’s just running her mouth as usual,” one classmate chimed in, attempting to diffuse the situation.

“Yeah, we’re all classmates here. No reason to let this ruin the night,” another added, trying to lighten the mood.

“Drink three shots, Rebecca! Stop picking on her…” someone else urged, pushing Rebecca to take the shots instead.

Rebecca, however, was reluctant, her followers quickly stepping in to take the drinks for her. She slumped back into her seat, muttering under her breath just loud enough for the werewolves in the room to catch her words, “She must be feeling guilty. Can’t even stand up with an Alpha’s help. Pathetic.”

That was the final straw.

I fixed Rebecca with a cold, unwavering stare, her group surrounding her like a protective barrier. In a sudden burst of resolve, I stood up, seized the nearly untouched glass of wine from the table, and with a swift flick of my wrist, sent the icy liquid splattering across her face.

“Natalie!” Rebecca shrieked, her voice slicing through the shocked silence.

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