**Chapter 38: The Scott Family’s Heiress**
**Natalie’s POV:**
Rebecca was basking in the adoration of the crowd, her eyes glinting with triumph. “Natalie, take a good look around! You’re simply no match for me now. You might want to swallow your pride, eat a slice of humble pie, and apologize until I’m satisfied. Just a single word from me, and you’ll be nothing but a memory in the werewolf community of Maritime City,” she taunted, her voice dripping with disdain.
In the midst of this sycophantic atmosphere, where everyone seemed to be vying for Rebecca’s favor, only Alice stood firm, quickly stepping in front of me like a protective shield. Despite her status as a Beta, her pheromones radiated an unwavering bravery, ready to defend her friend against the onslaught.
“Rebecca, it was you who hurled the harsh words first! Even if Natalie splashed you, it’s only fair retribution. And honestly, we’re all classmates here. Why the snobbish attitude? If anyone should be apologizing, it’s you!” Alice’s voice rang with conviction, her words slicing through the tension like a knife.
Rebecca’s face twisted in anger, and she shot to her feet, her pheromones crackling with a palpable threat as she advanced on Alice. “Alice! Have you lost your mind? Do you even remember why you’re back in town? You’d better think long and hard before you take her side!”
Alice’s expression darkened at Rebecca’s threats. She stole a quick glance at me, her teeth clenched in determination. Then, as if gathering every ounce of her strength, she declared, “Rebecca, I don’t need your ridiculous introduction letter. Just leave Natalie out of this!”
“All this fuss over someone as worthless as Natalie? Are you insane, Alice?” Rebecca scoffed, rolling her eyes in disbelief, her arrogance palpable.
Alice grasped my hand, eager to pull us both away from this sticky situation, but just as we reached the door of the private room, someone casually stepped into our path, blocking our exit.
I gently released Alice’s hand, offering her a reassuring glance before turning my attention to the classmates still trying to mediate.
Seeing the standoff, the organizer of the class reunion—a Beta male werewolf who had been trying to play the diplomat—decided to drop a bombshell. “Natalie, let’s be clear. Crossing Rebecca means crossing the Scott family!”
“The Scott family?” A flicker of surprise flashed across my face, quickly morphing into a broader smile. “You mean the Scott family of the Moon-Shadowed Pack, the wealthiest in Maritime City?”
“Exactly!” He believed I was finally grasping the seriousness of the situation, emphasizing his point with fervor. “Rebecca is practically inseparable from the Scott family’s heiress. A lot of what she flaunts comes straight from that connection!”
His words droned on, laced with a patronizing concern that only fueled my disbelief.
The more he spoke, the more absurd it all seemed. I had no idea I had become best friends with Rebecca, showering her with gifts as if we were inseparable.
I could hardly contain my laughter at the ridiculousness of it all.

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