Abandoned While Pregnant, Claimed by the Alpha novel Chapter 133

Chapter 133

Ashley’s POV

Brian was standing by the champagne tower, holding a glass in his hand, his gaze fixed on me with a mix of emotions that I couldn’t quite place.

If this had been me a few months ago, I probably would’ve been flustered under the weight of his intense stare, lowering my head in guilt. Back then, I was a fool in love with him, obsessing over every little thing he thought of me. But now? My heart beat steady in my chest, not a single ripple of emotion stirred. I met his eyes with an icy indifference, and even the corners of my lips lifted into a faint, mocking smirk.

It hit me then, with crystal clarity–I’d completely and utterly erased this traitorous Alpha from my life. To me now, he was nothing more than a stranger.

As Hebert and I stepped into the center of the venue together, I shoved every shred of personal drama, every ounce of bottled–up anger from our earlier clash in the lounge, into a locked corner of my mind. This was business. Pure and simple. There was no way I’d let my emotions wreck the presentation that had taken me countless sleepless nights to perfect. Even if, officially, I was just here to play backup. After all, by protocol, it should’ve been the Alpha of the Bloodmoon Pack delivering tonight’s pitch on the latest supernatural airport expansion project.

As I was about to step aside, Hebert suddenly shoved the thick stack of documents into my hands.

“You present this, Ashley,” he said in a low, steady tone.

I blinked at him, certain I must have misheard. “But… isn’t it supposed to be you-?”

“Forget the rules. This is your project. You’re the one who should explain it,” he interrupted, his voice resolute.

I gasped, feeling the panic rise. “For Moon Goddess’s sake, Hebert! I’m just an Omega without even a wolf spirit! The audience is full of the most elite Alphas and nobles in the entire Alliance! Shouldn’t you be the one doing this?

Hebert reached over and gently held my cold, trembling fingers in his. His deep eyes met mine, calm yet intense, with not even a trace of irritation. His tone was soothing as he reassured me, “Don’t overthink it. Picture those arrogant people out there as nothing but a bunch of brainless carrots. This entire project was your blood, sweat, and tears. Nobody knows it better than you–not even me. It’s time you showed the pack your brilliance. You’ve got this.”

His words were like a rush of calming energy, washing over my frayed nerves. I took a deep breath, squared my shoulders, and took a bold step forward. With newfound resolve, I made my way to the podium.

At first, my voice was shaky, and I felt like my tongue was tied in knots.

But after just half a minute, once I flipped to those familiar data charts, everything started flowing smoothly. I confidently broke down the complex flight route plans, pointing out the massive financial flows. The dismissive looks from the audience gradually shifted; they were stunned, their eyes glued to me, and some even started jotting down notes seriously. I could feel it–I was gaining more and more confidence!

Once this supernatural creature airport is fully operational, the extensive logistics network will create abundant job opportunities for Omegas at the grassroots level. This will significantly improve Omega living standards.”

The moment I finished speaking, the atmosphere in the hall dropped to freezing. Those arrogant noble Alphas frowned, their faces painted with obvious displeasure and disdain. In their outdated mindsets, how could Omegas

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deserve wealth or capability?

But I didn’t back down. I could distinctly feel Hebert behind me, standing firm. The dominant presence of a top- tier Alpha radiated from him, giving me the strength to hold my ground. I lifted my chin and said firmly “The detailed data proves that giving Omegas access to wealth doesn’t take away from the nobles‘ privileges! On the contrary, freeing up the labor force will boost the entire pack’s economy. The luxurious lives of nobles will only get even better!”

My sharp words seemed to ease the tense crowd, if only a little. But then, a scornful noble stood up and shouted, What a ridiculous fantasy! You, an Omega, who do you think you are to guarantee this preposterous theory will work?”

I locked eyes with him, my voice unwavering, “It won’t take long. Three months! Just three months, and you’ll see remarkable profit growth!”

The room erupted into mocking laughter. No one believed me.

In that hopeless moment, Hebert stepped forward, calm as ever. He slid his arm confidently around my shoulders, his gaze cutting through the crowd like a blade. “I, Hebert, personally vouch for Ashley’s proposal.”

The room instantly fell into a deathly silence. The nobles were so stunned, they barely dared to breathe.

I glanced at Hebert, full of gratitude but also with my heart pounding wildly in my chest. Dear Moon Goddess! The data might be flawless, and the results could very well show sooner than three months, but theories on paper and cold, hard reality don’t always match up. What if something disastrous happened along the way?

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