Alpha Amanda's Love Adventure (By Aurora Grey) novel Chapter 115

Chapter 115 He Can’t Look Away

Samson’s POV:

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“No excuses.” I cut Amanda off, my tone carrying the kind of authority only an Alpha could wield. Without another word, we headed straight for the hotel where the negotiation would take place.

The partnership between Eclipse Pack and the Westveil Pack involved the shared rights to the prime energy field. Their representatives were all high-ranking Alphas-seasoned negotiators who often traveled between packs. They were fluent in Stellune and always used it for official negotiation.

Our car pulled up to Stellarcourt, a facility in Ziecson built specifically for inter-pack negotiations. The interior walls were engraved with stabilizing stellar runes that balanced Alpha energy. The air carried Westveil’s signature cedar scent. Something designed to prevent energy clashes from sparking fights during tense meetings.

When I pushed open the door to the room, three tall men were already on their feet. The cuffs of their suits were embroidered with the silverstar crest of the Westveil Pack. The Alpha pressure radiating from them was sharp and heavy, their eyes sharp as hawks as they sized up their opponents.

“Samson,” the lead man spoke first, his tone calm and deliberate. His Stellune carried the distinct rolling accent of Westveil. “We’re eager to know just how sincere your pack is.”

I didn’t answer. Instead, I gave Amanda a brief look.

She understood instantly. Stepping forward with a composed smile, she spoke fluent Stellune, every word precise and confident.

“Gentlemen, welcome to Ziecson. I’m Amanda Lamb, Mr. Ortega’s interpreter. This proposal benefits both sides and ensures mutual access to the energy field, a win-win for all involved.”

Throughout the meeting, I said little. But my gaze kept drifting toward her.

Dressed in a fitted black suit, she looked both elegant and commanding. Her eyes stayed calm and focused as she interpreted each question and counterpoint. Even when the Westveil Alphas pressed her with sharp challenges, she handled them with steady logic and poise, conveying both sides’ points flawlessly.

Watching her looking so composed and professional, I couldn’t look away.

“I’m going to the restroom.” Amanda’s voice cut through my thoughts. She spoke softly, then closed the door behind her.

The room instantly relaxed. The Alphas from the Westveil raised a brow and grinned. “Samson, what’s with you today? You’ve barely said a word. You let that young lady handle the whole talk for you.”

I smiled faintly. “She’s my assistant. She’s not that familiar with business, so I’m letting her practice.”

“Your assistant, huh?” Another alpha chuckled. “Could’ve fooled me. The way you were looking at her, I thought she was your mate.”

At the mention of mate, I didn’t feel any rejection. Strangely, it even sounded fitting when it came to

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Chapter 115 He Can’t Look Away

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Amanda.

My fingers brushed along the rim of my glass. I didn’t deny it. Instead, I tilted my head back and finished my drink. The cool energy sliding down my throat, masking the unfamiliar emotion stirring inside.

“Clearly, that assistant of yours isn’t just an ordinary Omega,” one of them teased. The Westveil alphas were always blunt and bold. “If you like her, make a move! Since when did an alpha get shy?”

The drink caught in my throat, and I choked hard, coughing uncontrollably.

Just then, the door opened. Amanda walked back in, holding a tissue. She noticed me coughing, hurried over, and offered it. “Are you okay?”

I looked up and met her clear eyes, so pure that my reflection stood out in them, sharp and unclouded.

For some reason, my ears burned hot. Remembering the teasing from moments ago, I quickly looked away. “I’m fine,” I said, trying to sound calm, though my voice carried a trace of nervousness I couldn’t hide.

Amanda’s POV:

The alphas from Westveil laughed among themselves when they saw Samson’s relaxed expression. The last round of negotiations ended in an unexpectedly easy atmosphere.

By the time we stepped out of Stellarcourt, Samson had already drunk plenty of Westveil’s special energy wine. His steps were unsteady. Most of his weight leaned against me.

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