Alpha Amanda's Love Adventure (By Aurora Grey) novel Chapter 157

Chapter 157 The Temptation to Help

Amanda’s POV:

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Emily slammed her phone down on the desk, her eyes red. “It’s Alan! Those people online in the pack community are awful. They’re randomly attacking Alan for no reason!”

I froze for a moment, then took her phone to refresh the page. The hashtag #AlanDoesnt Deservellis Position was trending at the top on Instagram.

The comments section was full of nasty remarks saying he only became Howlstead’s ambassador because of Eclipse Pack’s connections, that he only knew how to talk a big game, couldn’t even produce a decent soothing melody, and had never actually done anything real for Howlstead.

Alice snorted in contempt. “Are these people bored out of their minds? That kid Alan just donated a batch of energy crystals to the border packs. Did they forget already?”

I frowned deeply. Alan might act arrogant, but he always got things done.

Last time when wolf spirits went berserk at the border packs, he was the first one to contact Seven to c soothing music.

“Don’t be upset. I’ll figure something out.” I patted Emily’s back and opened the werewolf forum, read argue back. The instant I refreshed the page, all those nasty comments suddenly vanished. Even the hashtag disappeared completely, as if it had never existed.

“Huh? Where’d it go?” Emily was stunned too. “Did someone delete it?”

I had a vague guess but didn’t say much, only reassuring her. “Either way, it’s good that the nasty comments are gone.”

The only person who could suppress trending topics on the werewolf forum this fast was Samson. I couldn’t think of anyone else.

The afternoon training passed quickly. My mind was completely occupied with Alan’s situation. Seven had only come this morning to ask me to write a soothing melody for Alan, and by afternoon, people were already attacking him for not producing any work. It was too much of a coincidence.

By the time I returned to the Ortega Castle, dusk had already fallen.

I’d barely set down my backpack when I heard intermittent piano music from upstairs. The melody was chaotic and frantic.

My eyes lit up. Thinking it was Samson playing piano, with the chemistry from our last duet still fresh in my mind, I dropped my things and ran upstairs.

Just as I reached the staircase, the piano music suddenly cut off, followed by a loud crash, like sheet music being swept to the floor, along with the sharp sound of pencils hitting the ground.

I paused mid-step and saw the music room door thrown open violently. Alan walked out with an ashen face, his hair disheveled from anger.

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Chapter 157 The Temptation to Help

“Alan?” I called out instinctively.

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He glanced at me with a dark expression, said nothing, and brushed past me without even a greeting.

I stood there, growing more curious. I gently pushed open the slightly ajar music room door.

The music room that had been clean and tidy yesterday now looked like it had been ransacked. The floor was covered with crumpled sheet music. The music stand on the piano was tilted to one side, with several pencils scattered around, their tips broken.

I bent down to pick up a crumpled paper ball near my feet. Unfolding it, I found an unfinished composition with scrawling handwriting. One glance told me it was Alan’s.

Alice said lazily, “This piece is way too flat. It’s like a half-asleep wolf pup with no energy at all. No wonder he can’t use it.”

I was still examining it when footsteps sounded behind me. It was Bethany Duran, one of the maids.

“Ms. Lamb, there you are,” she said, looking troubled.

“The thing is, Mr. Ortega has to work late at the Operations Department tonight. Mr. Hugh is worried outside food isn’t clean, so he had the kitchen prepare something to send over. But Anya’s grandson and she took leave, and Beata has to take care of Mr. Toby, so there’s really no one available to go.”

“You want me to deliver dinner to Samson?” I understood immediately!

Bethany quickly waved her hands. “If it’s inconvenient for you, never mind. I’ll think of another way.”

I glanced at the mess in the music room and thought of Alan’s furious expression. I simply nodded. “It’s fine. I’ll deliver it. I don’t have anything else going on anyway.”

Bethany was overjoyed. “Thank you so much, Ms. Lamb! I’ll go pack up the food right away!”

After she left, I picked up the paper balls from the floor one by one and stuffed them all in my backpack. Alan’s compositions actually had a decent foundation. They just lacked that certain “punch” to move wolf spirits. With some tweaking, they might be usable:

When I left carrying the packed meal containers, I also brought Alan’s sheet music with me.

Sitting in the car heading to the Operations Department, I pulled out a pen and slowly modified the sheet music.

I deepened the bland lower-register notes and added several staccato notes to the climax, like a wolf pup’s sudden awakening howl. It instantly had soul.

“Now that’s more like it,” Alice said with satisfaction. “It’s got a bit of the flavor from when you wrote ‘Glacier Echoes’ back in the day.”

I’d just finished editing one section when the car stopped in front of the Operations Department. “Ms. Lamb, we’re here.”

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