After I Torched Alive, My Alpha Went crazy novel Chapter 191

I kept my focus on the reporters in front of me. The flashing cameras were a blur, but I didn't let them distract me. Each camera flash was another reminder that I was in the spotlight, and I wasn't going to shrink from it.

The atmosphere was thick with anticipation. I could feel the weight of the moment bearing down on me. But instead of letting it suffocate me, I straightened my back, looked ahead, and took a deep breath. This was my moment.

I was ready. I sat up confidently, waiting for the questions to come.

I was anxious, but my mind drifted to the times when Nova made sarcastic comments about reporters' tough questions.

She'd always act like they couldn't shake her. Now, watching her struggle, it felt like karma was catching up with her.

A small part of me felt a bit of satisfaction, but I quickly pushed the thought away. This wasn't the time for that.

Still, the irony wasn't lost on me. If Nova could stumble and stay in the game, maybe I could handle my turn too.

The room suddenly quieted, and the announcer's voice rang through the space, signaling the end of Nova's turn.

"Now, we'll move on to the next candidate," they said, and the reporters immediately shifted their attention toward me. I could feel the weight of their eyes on me, sharp and expectant.

The questions would come soon, and I needed to be ready. Despite the tension, I focused on staying calm, blocking out the distractions as I prepared for what was ahead.

Just as the murmurs began to settle, another reporter stood up, holding a notepad tightly. And I knew it was my turn next to face tough questions, just like Nova.

Though the proper question-and-answer session began later, the air already felt charged with hidden motives.

After a while, the press conference settled into a steady rhythm, or so it seemed. The reporters asked about enterprise management and pack administration, and I answered with care.

Each question was met with a composed response, a subtle give-and-take that felt like a delicate negotiation.

I spoke of strategic planning and teamwork, explaining how they had driven my business's growth and aligned with broader pack goals.

The worry in the room was clear. Some reporters exchanged quick looks, watching closely as if waiting for me to slip.

The goal was obvious: to make me look like a schemer and tarnish Odette's reputation, along with the Sunshine Pack's standing with the Alpha King.

I could feel the weight of every pair of eyes in the room, watching, judging. My palms turned clammy as I gripped the edges of the podium.

My thoughts raced, searching for a way out of this trap. Silence would make me look guilty, but saying too much could twist my words against me.

"I—" My voice faltered. The reporter's smirk deepened. "Go ahead, Ms. Grace," he said, feigning politeness. "We're all waiting."

Before I could formulate a response, a child's voice rang out, clear and confident. "What does this man dating Ms. Odette have to do with this press conference today?"

The room froze. All heads turned toward the speaker. It was Cyrus, standing tall despite his small frame. His innocent yet pointed question cut through the tension like a blade.

The reporter blinked, visibly thrown off. "Excuse me?" "You heard me," Cyrus said, his tone steady. "We're here to talk about something entirely different?

What does Ms. Odette's personal life have to do with any of that? Or are you just trying to stir up trouble?"