Alpha Amanda's Love Adventure (By Aurora Grey) novel Chapter 19

Chapter 19 A Real Knife

Alan’s POV:

“It’s faint, not like a normal Omega’s scent.” Vincent’s voice sounded confused. “But it disappeared in a flash … That smell, it was almost like-”

Before he could finish, Amanda set down her spoon and stood, tipping her chin at me. “Let’s go. Weren’t you taking me to the exchange?”

I stared at her walking away, surprised at how this small-town girl agreed way too easily. Was she planning something?

Vincent growled low, “I can’t shake it … She’s not as simple as she looks.” vd my eyes.

Whatever she was plotting, once we got to the exchange, it would become obvious.

Still, for some reason, watching her walk ahead, I felt a strange flicker of excitement, as if I wanted to see if she could really stay calm in front of everyone.

Amanda’s POV:

“Alan! Alan!”

The ear-splitting screams exploded around me, and I frowned at the crowd.

Alan walked out in a silver-gray tux, surrounded by pack representatives, the Eclipse Pack crest pinned to his chest. Sunlight fell on his shoulders, making him look every bit the polished ambassador.

“This whole show is bigger than Glacier Pack’s Alliance Summit.” Alice clicked her tongue in my head. “Even that walk-totally rehearsed. No wonder he’s the pack’s ambassador.”

“Thank you all for coming to this interpack exchange.” He nodded to the mic, his smile polite but distant. Polite applause rolled through the room, and plenty of Omega eyes stayed glued to him.

I leaned against a backstage pillar, stifling a yawn. These rule-stuffed exchanges were boring-I could’ve fallen asleep standing.

“To strengthen ties between packs, we’ve prepared a small segment …” He stretched out his words, eyes sweeping the room. “It’s a reenactment of last month’s Silvermoon Pack

cooperation ritual. We’ll need a few representatives on stage, chosen at random.”

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His assistant carried a lottery box into the crowd. People touched it as a symbolic gesture.

I caught the “surprised” looks of those chosen and snorted inside. What a fake act. Everyone knew the slots were fixed.

Then Alan said, “We still need one more to complete the ritual.” His eyes cut through the crowd and landed on me. He raised his brow cockily.

My stomach sank. This was bad.

“Damn it, he’s doing it on purpose!” Alice shouted. “He wants to embarrass you in front of everyone!”

“You.” Alan’s voice boomed from the speakers, and every head in the room whipped toward me.

My fists clenched. In my head, I cursed him every way I could.

He knew damn well this “ugly makeup” I had on couldn’t stand the spotlight-and he shoved me up there to be the joke of the night.

His assistant leaned in, voice full of concern. “Ms. Lamb, you don’t need to speak. Just follow Alan through the ceremony.”

“Got it.” I smiled, all teeth and no warmth, as he half-pushed, half-pulled me onto the stage.

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