Fake Mate Beta Rises to Alpha Heiress (Natalie and Landon) novel Chapter 207

Chapter 207 Some Opportunities 

Leonardo’s POV: 

Victoria extended her hand. Her tone was all business, her eyes so calm it was as if our tangled past had never existed. 

I didn’t take it. A subtle tension hung in the air. 

“Ms. Thompson,” I said, my voice level and carrying the deep resonance natural to an Alpha. “You’ve only just recovered. This trip goes deep into the remote border mountains. The physical demands are high. It might not be suitable for you.” 

She smiled, withdrew her hand, and sat down smoothly in the seat opposite me. “I know what you’re worried about. Don’t be. I’m here to work I made things clear between us back in that hospital room. I’d appreciate it if you didn’t view me through the lens of the past anymore.” 

Victoria was dressed in khaki workwear, her long hair pulled into a high ponytail, her makeup simple and elegant. Gone was the image of the polished, glamorous celebrity often played up the delicate vulnerability of an Omega. Now, she seemed capable and composed. 

Aaron stood by, holding his breath. I knew what concerned him. After Victoria’s last hos stay-the suicide attempt-I had stayed away to avoid any suggestion of impropriety. The Thompson family was old-guard werewolf aristocracy, Victoria had even dabbled briefly in the human entertainment industry. 

If Aaron, on my father’s orders, hadn’t moved inmediately to suppress all news, our old relationship would have become gossip fodder for the clans. Silver-Maned Pack would likely have faced a wave of bad press. 

Aaron had been monitoring her activities. Reportedly, Victoria had used the brief resurgence of public attention to switch to public welfare livestreaming. She’d quickly become an influential cross-species public welfare anchor. The Thompson family was naturally pleased and had paved the way for her. 

It seemed that path had led her right to me. 

I studied her, my brow unconsciously furrowing The air around us seemed to freeze. Aaron’s heartbeat skipped-he was worried my personal feelings might jeopardize the project. 

But this wasn’t just a Silver-Maned Pack venture It was a national-level project involving relations between both species. No matter how reluctant I was, the interests of the pack and the group had to come first. 

Victoria clearly understood this, too. She checked the time and set up a portable recording device. 

She said, “We have a little time before departure May I conduct a brief project interview with you, Mr. Sanchez?” 

Leonardo was sitting on a sofa, reviewing documents on a tablet, his profile sharp and unyielding. Aaron stood beside him. Hearing me enter, he looked up. When his eyes landed on me, a flash of surprise flickered in their depts, quickly replaced by a pond-like calm. There was no welcome in his expression. 

I was prepared for this. After our confrontation in the hospital room, only cold professionalism remained between us. 

I knew he questioned my motives. Or rather, he was politely expressing his displeasure. 

But it didn’t matter. I adjusted my breathing, reining in my Omega energy to an extreme, projecting an almost Beta-like steadiness. I took out my equipment and requested the interview. He agreed. 

I switched on the camera, shifted into work mode, and began my questions. They were all Canashifted m. carefully prepared in advance, focusing on the project’s significance, its benefits for local mmunities, and the social responsibility of Silver-Maned Pack-professional efficient, strictly avoiding anything personal. 

Through the camera’s viewfinder, he was still the Alpha who made my heart clench. His derp-set eyes and sharply defined features were exuding an invisible pressure even while he was seated. 

I watched him give his formulaic answers, his gate sharp and focused. I said I was here for business, and I was. But I needed to seize some opportunities myself. This week-long journey, spending day and night together, was one of them.