Bound To The Broken Alpha (Amy and Daniel) novel Chapter 108

Chapter 108 There Is A Difference

AMY

I was in my room reading when I heard a knock on the door. It was quiet enough that I thought I imagined it at first. Then it came again, steady and firm.

“Come in,” I said, closing my book.

Daniel stepped inside. He didn’t look like the Alpha everyone bowed to in meetings. No unusual suit jacket, no formality, just a simple shirt with the sleeves rolled up.

“I hope I’m not disturbing you,” he said.

“You’re not,” I replied. “Just passing time.”

He nodded, walked closer, then stopped a few steps away from my chair. “You’ve been keeping to yourself lately.”

“I needed some alone time,” I said. “It helps me think.”

He smiled a little. “You think too much.”

“That’s how I stay sane.”

He chuckled quietly, then looked serious again. “I meant what I said before, Amy. About how I feel.”

My eyes lifted to his. “You already told me.”

“I know,” he said. “But I want you to understand I wasn’t being polite or uncertain. I love you.”

His tone wasn’t being dramatic at all.

I didn’t know what to say. I wasn’t the type to pretend emotions didn’t exist, but hearing them like that still caught me off guard.

He took a step closer. “And as my wife, I’d like to take you on a proper date. No council talk. No staff interruptions. Just us.”

I blinked. “A date?”

“Yes,” he said. “Dinner, maybe somewhere quiet. I think we could use it.”

There was something warm about how he said *we.* It felt like an invitation, not an order.

“Alright,” I said after a pause. “I’d like that.”

He smiled, a real one this time without fights. “Tomorrow evening then. I’ll handle the details.”

“Okay.”

He lingered for a moment, like he wanted to say something else. Then, before leaving, he leaned down and pressed a soft kiss to my forehead.

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When he left, I sat there for a while, staring at the door. My heart felt strangely light. It wasn’t just about the date. It was because Daniel wasn’t holding anything back.

After a few minutes, I smiled to myself. Later that evening, I opened my wardrobe and realized I had nothing suitable for a proper dinner. Most of my clothes were formal workwears or plain casual pieces. I decided I’d go shopping in the morning.

The next day, I left for the city after work. I didn’t tell anyone where I was going, it felt nice doing something simple without explaining it.

The boutique was quiet, neat, and not crowded. A staff member approached me politely. “Good afternoon, ma’am. Can I help you with something?”

“I’m looking for a dress,” I said. “Something classic.”

She nodded. “Of course. This way, please.” She gestured in the direction I would follow

The sales assistant led me through rows of dresses filled with silks, satins, muted colors, a caught the light. I didn’t usually spend much time thinking about clothes, but this time

that

I wanted something that made me feel like ‘me‘, not like “Daniel Carter’s wife” or “the Luna of the pack.” I just wanted to look really elegant and simple.

After trying a few options, nothing felt right. They were either too flashy or too plain. The assistant left me to browse alone, and I wandered toward a quieter section at the back of the store.

That’s when I saw a long, fitted gown in soft midnight blue. It wasn’t overly decorated, but the way the fabric fell looked effortless. Simple, calm, beautiful.

“This one,” I said, mostly to myself.

The attendant smiled from a few racks away. “Good choice, ma’am. It’s one of our newest arrivals and a custom made design.”

I reached for the hanger, running my fingers across the smooth fabric. I could already imagine wearing it and Daniel’s surprised look when he saw me walk in, the romantic dinner, the first moment that might feel normal between us.

But just as I lifted the dress from the rack, a hand shot out and grabbed it.

“Sorry,” a familiar voice said, cold and amused. “I’ll be taking this one.”

I froze.

“Clara?”

She stood there in front of me like she had never disappeared. Perfectly composed, wearing that same smug smile she always wore when she thought she’d won something.

Her hair was styled immaculately, and she looked healthy, too healthy for someone who was supposed to be away recovering in a mental hospital.

“Clara,” I said quietly.

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She tilted her head. “You look surprised.”

“I am,” I replied calmly. “I thought you left the country.”

She smirked. “Well, I thought I’d come back. Some things are worth returning for.”

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