Bound To The Broken Alpha (Amy and Daniel) novel Chapter 1

“I thought betrayal would come from my enemies, not the person I trusted most…”

Amy’s POV

“Tomorrow, you’ll marry Alpha Daniel Carter.”

The words cut straight through me. No warning. No buildup. Just a bomb dropped in the middle of Mrs. Smith’s study.

I blinked at her, certain I’d misheard. My chest felt too tight to breathe.

She sat there like she always did—perfect posture, hands folded, shadows from the desk lamp carving her cheekbones sharper than knives. She wasn’t just my foster mother. She was the Beta’s widow. And when she spoke, the whole pack listened.

The pack house around us was silent. Too silent. My foster siblings were asleep upstairs, wolves tucked safe under their skins. Only the wolf-bone clock on the wall ticked, each sound like it was counting down to my execution.

Eve stirred inside me, restless. “Trouble,” she whispered, her ears pinned back.

I swallowed hard. My voice barely worked. “Marry… Alpha Daniel Carter?” Saying his name out loud made the room tilt.

“Yes.” Her eyes didn’t soften, not even for a second. “Clara refuses. So you will step in. This isn’t a request, Amy. It’s decided.”

I froze where I stood. For a moment, I thought I had misheard her. Eve went still under my skin.

I stared at her, trying to make sense of her words. Alpha Daniel Carter. The heir of the richest northern pack. His family controlled the city’s council and half its territory, with more enemies than allies. But after the rogue attack two moons ago, Daniel had been in a coma—his wolf silenced, his body still, bound under the Moon Goddess’s curse. Everyone whispered he would never wake again.

And yet, they still wanted a Luna for him. A wife to carry the title, to stabilise their name, to keep their empire from crumbling by birthing an heir.

The plan was for Clara—my foster sister—to take that role. But Clara refused. Of course she did. She had always been good at escaping responsibility when it suited her. She always had her way and for some reason, Mrs. Smith always let her.

As usual, I was the scapegoat for whatever Clara refused to do, and now Mrs. Smith wanted me to replace her. Eve’s tail lashed once inside me.

“They throw you at a cursed Alpha as if you’re a scrap.”

I almost laughed, but the sound died before it could escape. Me? Marry a man who couldn’t even look at me, let alone speak? But the seriousness in Mrs. Smith’s tone told me she wasn’t giving me an option.

I wanted to protest. I wanted to argue. But I didn’t. Not after the news that had broken earlier that day.

Mark Wilson.

The man I had loved and sacrificed everything for. The man I believed in when no one else did. The man I thought I would spend my life with.

That morning, every pack channel had carried the same announcement. Mark was holding his mating ceremony with Clara Hayes.

Clara. His ex, my foster sister. The one who had abandoned him when he lost everything. The one who now returned, weak and fragile with an illness she refused to name.

The image of them standing together at the council steps was burned into my mind. Mark had stood tall, his arm around Clara as if she were his greatest treasure. He had smiled when he said he wanted to comfort her, that it was his duty.

His words were for the public, but the details were what destroyed me.

The silver band he once promised would mark our mating bond was now fitted for Clara’s hand.

The Luna cloak I had spent months sewing with my own hands—stitched late at night by candlelight, every seam perfect—was altered to fit her size.

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