Bound To The Broken Alpha (Amy and Daniel) novel Chapter 10

**When Dawn Breaks Slowly Hope Finds Space To Grow by Jin Rowan Vale**
**Chapter 10: They Love Me More**

**AMY**

Clara let out a weary groan, her head lolling against John’s shoulder as if the weight of the world rested upon her. “Poor Amy. Always so bitter. No wonder no one stays by your side.” Her words were like a sharp dagger, cutting through the air between us, but I had grown resilient to such jabs. They no longer had the power to shatter me, not like they once did.

I turned my back on them, my heart pounding with a mix of anger and determination. “This is the last time I come here begging for fairness. You’ve made your choice, Mark. Don’t think I’ll sit idly by, waiting for scraps while you play the savior to someone who doesn’t even need saving.” The finality of my words hung in the air, heavy and charged.

As I stepped outside, my wolf’s voice resonated within me, a fierce reminder of my strength. “We won’t love the wrong man again.” I didn’t verbally respond, but deep down, I embraced that truth.

Once settled in my car, I drove back to the hotel, seeking solace in the familiar surroundings. The morning sun streamed through the windshield, but my mind was clouded with thoughts of betrayal and disappointment. I absentmindedly scrolled through my phone, and my heart sank at the sight of Clara’s triumphant grin plastered across the screen. Her post had gone viral, spreading like wildfire across every social media platform. Dressed in the very gown I had tailored during rehearsal, she strutted with an exaggerated confidence that felt almost mocking. Her caption dripped with arrogance:

“Grateful to be chosen as the true star. Some things are just meant for the right she-wolf.”

My fingers tightened around my phone, the device feeling like it might shatter under the pressure of my grip. It was not just the post that ignited my fury; it was the comments that followed. Pack heirs and wolves alike fawned over her, as if she had truly earned her place in the spotlight. And then, right beneath her post, Mark’s comment stood out like a beacon, liked by hundreds: “I’m proud of you my dearest. You were always the brighter star. Some wolves can indeed be replaced.”

Replaceable. The very notion sliced through me, deeper than any physical wound. He knew exactly what he was doing. He had never publicly praised me like that, so he must have known how much it would hurt to see him elevate her above me.

Eve, my inner wolf, growled in indignation. “We are not replaceable. We are the best. He just can’t see it.”

With a renewed sense of purpose, I made my way to Raymond’s office. Upon entering, I slammed my phone down on the table, impatience boiling within me. The director’s assistant hesitated, her eyes widening at the sight of my fury. “Miss—”

“I’m here for Raymond,” I snapped, my voice low but laced with an intensity that made her step aside without question.

I pushed the office door open without knocking, and Raymond looked up from his desk, his fingers halting mid-type as he registered my presence. “Amy—”

“You replaced me.” My voice was flat, yet the heat simmering beneath it was palpable. “You allowed Mark and Clara to buy my spot after I poured my heart into rehearsals and proved my worth.”

Raymond sighed, leaning back in his chair as if bracing for a storm. He rubbed his temples, a gesture that suggested he had anticipated my arrival. “Amy, listen—”

“No,” I interrupted, stepping closer, my resolve unwavering. “You don’t get to act like this decision was beyond your control. You chose Clara. You betrayed the audience, the integrity of the show, and me.”

He raised his hands in a gesture of surrender. “I was pressured. Do you think I wanted this? Mark invested a ridiculous sum overnight. The board wanted stability. Clara came with his backing. My hands were tied.”

I let out a bitter laugh, the sound harsh in the quiet office. “Tied? Or just greedy? Don’t lie to me, Raymond. I saw the audience. I heard their chants. They loved me more than her. Even you know it.”

His shoulders sagged, and for a fleeting moment, I caught a glimpse of regret in his eyes. “You’re right. The audience did love you. Your presence was magnetic, your walk commanding. Clara couldn’t even hold their attention. But Amy, in this industry, money speaks louder than applause. And Mark’s influence…” He trailed off, unwilling to voice the harsh reality.

I leaned in closer, locking eyes with him. “And when Clara fades? When the audience’s applause for her dwindles? What will you have left? A hollow performance that no one respects.”

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