Alpha Amanda's Love Adventure (By Aurora Grey) novel Chapter 22

Chapter 22 Aunt Susan

Amanda’s POV:

When I looked up and saw who it was, I froze-it was my aunt, Susan Lamb.

“Aunt Susan? What are you doing here?”

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She leaned casually against the doorframe, her thick golden curls falling over her shoulders. Long lashes, sultry eyes, full lips-every part of her screamed confidence and charm.

But when her eyes swept over my “ugly makeup,” her brows tightened.

“Mr. Ortega.” She didn’t even look at me. Instead, she tilted her chin toward Samson, her voice cool and distant, impossible to argue with. “Give us a minute. I need to talk to my niece.”

Samson gave me one long, searching look, said nothing, and walked out, closing the door softly behind him.

“What are you up to?” As soon as the door closed, Aunt Susan pinched one of the fake freckles on my cheek, half annoyed, half amused. “You’re Glacier Pack’s Alpha, for God’s sake. Why did you do this to yourself?”

Aunt Susan was the head diplomat of the Werewolf Alliance, always moving between clans. Famous for her brains and charm, she was basically the heartbreaker of the werewolf world.

“I’m testing them.” I lifted my head and met her eyes, voice steady. “I want to see if they care about me for who I am or just want Amanda’s face and title.”

Aunt Susan arched a brow and sat beside me. “So you went ugly on purpose? Even joined a physical challenge? If your grandpa knew you got hurt for your mate, he’d skin you alive.”

“It’s just a scratch-”

Before I could finish, the door banged open and Josh barged in, muttering, “What, we couldn’t take turns? Had to all come at once?”

He only got a few steps in before freezing, eyes wide as saucers. “Holy crap! You’re the Alliance’s Chief Diplomat, Ms. Susan!”

The Ortegas behind him also stopped, completely stunned.

The fruit basket slipped from Alan’s hands and hit the floor with a dull thud. I guessed he was remembering how he’d been bragging to me earlier about knowing important people, only for my Aunt Susan to be right at the top.

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Everyone was shocked-except Samson, who stayed calm and cold. But I noticed that his eyes on me were sharper now, more curious, more probing.

Crap. I couldn’t hide this anymore. My scalp prickled, my brain blank.

Aunt Susan stayed perfectly composed. She patted my shoulder, rose, flicked her hair back slowly, and smiled at them. “Hello, I’m Amanda’s aunt.”

“Her aunt?” Alan’s voice trembled, shame written all over him. I bet he wanted to crawl under

the floor.

Samson stepped forward, hand out, perfectly polite. “Hello. Are you here to see Amanda too?”

“Finished some Alliance work nearby, thought I’d drop in on her.” Aunt Susan took his hand, her eyes briefly flicking over his face. Something like quiet approval passed in her gaze.

Then, in a warm, family way, she said, “You all came to see Amanda, right? You know, she’s her grandpa’s pride and joy. She’s hurt, and our hearts are all tied up in knots.”

“Sorry. I should’ve taken better care of her.” Samson’s voice was low, edged with guilt.

“Good. That’s exactly what I needed to hear.” Aunt Susan’s smile deepened, turning sly as she winked at me. “Amanda, honey, this young man from the Ortegas is handsome and impressive. Looks like a good match for you.”

Samson’s face darkened instantly, cold as stone.

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