Alpha Amanda's Love Adventure (By Aurora Grey) novel Chapter 112

Chapter 112 The Mysterious Singer

Samson’s POV:

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The spotlight hit the center of the stage. A woman in a white dress stood there, wearing a silver vixen mask that revealed only her eyes, clear and deep like a frozen lake in the Arctic.

When the host announced the song name, my hand paused midair. The whiskey glass trembled slightly between my fingers. My brow furrowed. This was Avi’s breakout hit song.

Back in Howlstead, Avi was once a sensation. Her voice wasn’t just beautiful; it carried pure alpha’s wolf spirit energy. Her songs could calm even the most restless spirits. Every old alpha in the city praised her.

But at her peak, she vanished, disappearing along with her pack. No one knew why. Her sudden retreat became one of the biggest mysteries in werewolf history.

I hadn’t planned on coming here tonight. I only followed Amanda’s scent out of worry when she went out alone. I dismissed my trackers and came myself. I didn’t expect to walk into this small, dim bar and hear that familiar melody again.

“When the petals drift away, their scent fades with the storm, forgotten by all what once bloomed.”

The moment she sang, the whole place went silent. Her voice was clear and airy, with a hint of crisp chill at the edges-just like Avi’s.

Even the energy flowing in her voice was the same-pure, effortless, and natural. That kind of resonance couldn’t be faked. It came from deep inside, a gift she was born with.

My chest tightened. My alpha senses picked up more details. The way she stood-straight-backed, calm but steady-held a quiet strength I’d seen before. It was just like Amanda when she was deep in focus, lost in her studies.

Even the small movement of her hand adjusting the mask-the curve of her fingers-was almost identical to hers.

No. Impossible. Amanda was an omega with barely any wolf spirit energy. She was composed and restrained, nothing like the radiant singer who once ruled the stage in Howlstead.

But that voice, that flow of energy-they were too alike. I couldn’t stay seated anymore. I rose and strode toward the backstage entrance. “Sir, you can’t go in there,” the staff said, stepping in my path but not blocking me firmly.

I didn’t respond. My alpha aura had already slipped free, heavy and commanding. The crest on my sleeve caught the light.

I pulled a thick stack of cash from my pocket and handed it to the waiter. My voice was low. “Move.”

He froze for a second, then quickly stepped aside, pretending to be polite. I caught that flicker of greed in

his eyes.

I ignored him and walked straight toward the backstage door. The air smelled faintly of perfume mixed

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Chapter 112 The Mysterious Singer

with something else, a trace of alpha scent so weak it could only be masked by a sigil.

The song ended, followed by thunderous applause. Some in the crowd shouted, “Encore!”

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She gave a small bow, then returned to the backstage. Her white dress trailed behind her in a graceful curve under the lights.

“Wait.” My voice cut through the noise with the sharpness only an alpha could have.

She froze mid-step. Her body stiffened for a moment before she slowly turned around.

I studied her-the way she stood, the shape of her shoulders, and her posture. The longer I looked, the more familiar she seemed.

She reached up, fingers tightening as she adjusted her mask. Her voice came out soft, a little too careful, too practiced. “Can I help you?”

“I just want to ask-are you Avi?” I asked directly, locking my gaze on hers. For a split second, panic flashed across her eyes. It was gone almost immediately, buried under a calm expression.

But it was there. That moment of fear. And it only made me more certain.

“Sorry,” she said gently, though there was a hint of tension in her voice, “You’ve got the wrong person.”

She tried to walk past me, but I instinctively reached out and grabbed her wrist.

“What are you doing?” she snapped, struggling to pull away. “Let go of me!”

I didn’t. Instead, I looked her over carefully. Her height, her build, even the way she tilted her head slightly when she spoke. It was exactly like Amanda.

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