Alpha Amanda's Love Adventure (By Aurora Grey) novel Chapter 204

Chapter 204 A Contract

Josh’s POV:

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I used to think that the Eclipse Pack was so big and powerful, with Samson holding it all together, that even if I spent every day hanging out at the racetrack, I could live a life of comfort and ease.

Grandpa kept pushing me to attend the training camp, but I always found some excuse to skip class. When it came to tests, I’d cheat if I could, or lean on connections to get by. No one really pressured me.

That all changed when Derrick threatened to split the pack. Grandpa called me back from the racetrack, and when I saw Samson’s eyes bloodshot in the meeting hall, and Patrick working on the PR statements until dawn, I suddenly realized-

I’m part of the Ortegas, and the honor of the Eclipse Pack is tied to me, too.

But other than driving racecars, I didn’t know how to do anything else.

One day, I sneaked over to the Operations Department to deliver some files and just happened to see Amanda teaching combat techniques to the logistics team. She was so skinny, yet she could easily take down a guy a head taller than her. The determination in her eyes was something I’d never had.

Suddenly, I felt like I’d been a loser, hiding under the pack’s protection and wasting my time. I wasn’t a true Ortega at all.

“I want to be someone useful,” I took a deep breath and met Amanda’s gaze, finally saying what was on my mind. “Even if I can’t be an alpha like Samson, at least when the pack’s in trouble, I want to stand up, not hide in the back.”

Her expression softened, and she picked up the Supernatural Combat Techniques book again, flipping to the table of contents. “How were your combat scores back at the training camp?”

Mentioning this made me want to disappear. I used to skip classes or sleep through them, barely scraping by on tests thanks to going easy on me. “Just … okay,” I stammered.

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“Okay means what?” Amanda pressed, a teasing glint in her eyes.

“About 50 points per subject, and if I was lucky, a 100 on the combined test,” I said, my voice shrinking, not daring to meet her eyes.

“Fifty points on three subjects, that’s 250 total?” She raised an eyebrow, smiling. “Josh, your score is awfully

exact.”

My face burned red, but I pushed on, “That’s exactly why I came to you! Samson said you get better by following someone strong. Look at you-you’re working with Samson now, helping run the pack. If I follow you, I’ll definitely improve!”

I leaned forward, practically begging. “Boss, give me a chance! I’ll do whatever you say-run all ten laps, no cheating, and go all out on the bag.”

Amanda didn’t answer right away. She lightly tapped the Supernatural Combat Techniques book on her

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Chapter 204 A Contract

knee, her gaze fixed on my face as if weighing how much I meant it.

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The air in the car grew still. I was so nervous my palms sweated, even my breathing softened-this was the first time I’d ever begged someone so seriously, more desperate than when I begged Grandpa for a limited-edition racecar.

“Are you serious?” she finally asked, her tone no longer teasing, but rather serious.

I nodded almost instantly, my head bobbing like a drum, eyes glued to her. “I swear! Seriously-worth its weight in gold!”

To prove I was serious, I even held up my right hand, swearing like in the movies. “If I ever goof off like before, let me always come in second in races and never touch a brand-new sports car!”

Even saying that felt harsh-racecars were everything to me.

Sure enough, Amanda laughed, the seriousness in her eyes easing. She picked up the book again, flipped to a blank page, and tapped it with her finger. “I can teach you, but there’s one condition.”

“Anything! Ten conditions, I’ll agree to them all!” I leaned closer, afraid to miss a word.

“We have to sign a contract. Her tone turned serious again. “The rules have to be crystal clear. You must follow my instructions completely. Skip class or slack off even once, and the contract’s void—I won’t help you anymore. But if you stick to my method and study seriously, I promise you’ll score at least eighty on every test next time. If you don’t, I’ll treat you to a month of my home-cooked meals.”

“Contract?” I blinked, surprised by how formal she was being. Then I realized it meant she was really serious about teaching me, not just humoring me.

I immediately patted my thigh and agreed. “Great! Perfect! I’ll draft the contract as soon as I get home. I’l make the terms clear and promise not to cheat!”

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