Alpha Amanda's Love Adventure (By Aurora Grey) novel Chapter 127

Chapter 127 The Sweet Trap

Amanda’s POV:

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At the entrance of the energy field, the Isnesh Pack’s reps were already waiting. As soon as our car stopped, they lit a long string of firecrackers. It was their traditional way to welcome important guests.

“This is a local custom,” I quickly explained to Samson. “Energy firecrackers not only show respect but also help stabilize the alpha’s aura at the scene.”

When the loud crackling finally ended, Samson opened the door and stepped out.

The representative greeted us with a bright smile and a firm handshake. “Welcome, Mr. Ortega. I’m Kadyn Blythe, head of the Isnesh Energy Field. We’re honored to have you here for the project inspection.”

I interpreted smoothly, “Mr. Ortega, this is Mr. Blythe, the director of the energy field. He welcomes you on behalf of the Isnesh Pack”

Samson reached out, his voice steady and professional. “Thank you for waiting, Mr. Blythe. I hope this partnership brings a win-win result for both Eclipse and Isnesh.”

I interpreted word-for-word, and Kadyn’s smile deepened. He gestured politely. “Mr. Ortega, please follow me. We’ve prepared a detailed map showing the energy veins.”

I stayed focused the whole time, interpreting every sentence clearly, making sure both sides understood each other perfectly. The discussion went smoothly. Soon, it was lunchtime. The local officials had already arranged a restaurant for us.

I whispered as we walked in, “Mr. Ortega, the food here is on the sweet side. You might not be used to it.”

Samson leaned closer and said softly, “I’ve spent some time down south before. I should be fine.”

But once the dishes came, the sweetness hit us like a sugar bomb. Everything-the sauce, the soup, even the meat-tasted like dessert.

After taking his first bite, Samson barely took another bite.

Sitting beside him, I could see the quiet endurance in his eyes.

Halfway through dinner, I excused myself to the restroom. On the way back, I stopped at the front desk and asked for a bottle of chilled energy yogurt-a local specialty here. It contained a mild wolf-spirit stabilizer that helped ease both greasy food and light alcohol burn.

“Mr. Ortega, have some yogurt,” I said, handing it to him. “Once this meeting wraps up, I can take you somewhere that serves spicier food.”

He took the bottle, his fingertips cool against mine. “Thanks,” he said quietly. As the cap twisted open, a faint milky aroma mixed with energy particles filled the air. He lifted it and drank more than half in one go. The tension in his brow finally eased a little.

Drinking was practically mandatory at Isnesh. Kadyn and the others kept raising their glasses, offering

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Chapter 127 The Sweet Trap

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toast after toast. The fruit wine looked clear and sweet, but its kick was brutal. It was made from lumigrape, a native fruit that carried a low-level energy pulse. Too much of it could stir up an Alpha’s wolf spirit and cause dizziness.

“Mr. Ortega, that wine’s stronger than it tastes. Maybe slow down a little,” I warned softly.

He waved me off, calm and confident. “It’s just fruit wine. I’ll be fine.” Then he downed another glass.

By the time the dinner ended, his cheeks were flushed. His eyes had gone slightly unfocused. Even his words were starting to slur. “Mr. Ortega, are you okay?” I asked, hurrying to his side.

From my bag, I pulled out a small tin of cooling mints-a Glacier Pack’s remedy my grandpa had given me. They were infused with icebloom petals and worked great for sobering up.

“I’m fine,” he muttered. His voice was a bit wobbly, but he was still trying to hold onto his composure. He took the tin, popped two mints into his mouth, and the icy taste seemed to bring him back-just a little.

We got into the car. His assistant started the engine, driving toward a restaurant known for Eclipse-style dishes.

Samson leaned back in his seat, eyes closed, face still burning red. I sat beside him, debating whether to hand him some water. Then I heard a low groan. A second later, the sweet smell of fruit wine mixed with the heavy scent of dinner filled the air. He had thrown up on himself.

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