Alpha Amanda's Love Adventure (By Aurora Grey) novel Chapter 111

Chapter 111 The Secret Scent

Amanda’s POV:

Nine quickly wiped his tears, his tone heavy with emotion.

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“You have no idea,” he said quietly. “Seven’s been waiting for you to come back all these years. He’s the only one who never gave up. I heard he’s now writing lyrics for a public figure-some big-name singer. His songs are great, but without your voice and your music, they just don’t hit the same.”

I didn’t answer right away. After a long silence, I finally said, “Let’s grab dinner tonight.”

Nine’s eyes lit up. “I’ll call the others to join.” I stopped him before he could pull out his phone.

“No need. Don’t tell them I’m back yet. Just us two tonight.”

He hesitated. “But I promised Seven that if I ever heard from you, I’d tell him right away.”

I held his gaze, firm and calm. After a moment, he sighed. “Alright, fine. I won’t tell him. Let’s just hang out like old times.”

We walked toward the backyard. My breath caught when I saw a row of limited-edition motorcycles lined up under the lights. The chrome gleamed, and some had Glacier Pack’s crests on their tanks.

I ran my fingers across the cool metal. The familiar touch brought back memories, those wild nights racing through city streets with Seven and Nine.

Alice’s voice echoed in my head, “It’s been a while since I’ve seen you this relaxed. You used to leave Seven three blocks behind on your bike.”

Nine chuckled and tossed me a set of keys. “Come on. Let’s go for a ride.”

I caught the keys and swung my leg over the bike. The helmet clicked into place. The moment I hit the throttle, the roar of the engine shook through my chest. My wolf spirit stirred, restless and alive, humming with long-lost excitement.

“Let’s go!” I shouted. The bike shot forward like an arrow.

Nine followed close behind, the night wind whipping past our faces, blowing away all the tension of the past few days.

He yelled excitedly over the wind, “Remember when we raced in the Arctic? You beat that Blackwolf Pack guy with pure strength!”

“Of course I remember!” I shouted back, with a big smile.

Nine took me to a place called Dungeon Bar. From the outside, it looked small, but inside it had real style. The walls were lined with vintage vinyl records. The air was filled with the faint scent of cocktails mixed with traces of different packs’ wolf spirits.

We found a corner booth and ordered the bar’s signature drinks. Our wine glasses clinked softly as we

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Chapter 111 The Secret Scent

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toasted.

“It’s been a long time, Avi.”

I asked, “How have you been these past few years?”

Nine chuckled. “After you left, everyone drifted apart. Most of the band quit the scene, except for Seven; he stuck with it. I opened this place, keep an eye on things at night, and spend my days at the courtyard house soaking up the sun.”

He took a sip, then added, “Seven got lucky, though. He’s been working with that public figure-you know, the one who became the cultural ambassador? What’s his name again? Oh, right, Alan Ortega! You should check out his music. Most of his hit songs were written by Seven.”

My hand froze around the glass at the name.

Alan! What a small world!

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