Bound To The Broken Alpha (Amy and Daniel) novel Chapter 109

Chapter 109 Call Me First

AMY

The attendant looked back and forth between us, clearly unsure what to believe. “Ma’am, please calm down

But before she could finish, Clara threw the dress aside and took a step toward me, her face twisting in anger. “You’ve been pretending for so long, Amy. Acting like you’re so composed. Let’s see how long that lasts when I-”

I raised my hand slightly. “Don’t.”

She didn’t listen. Clara lunged, her hand coming toward my face. I caught her wrist midair, holding her back. “Enough,” I said sharply. “You’re making a scene.”

She struggled against my grip, trying to claw at me. “You think you can take everything from me again?”

I pushed her back gently, but she came at me again and this time her nails caught my che scratch.

ing a thin

That was it. I slapped her, hard enough to make her stumble a step back. The sound echoco in the quiet

store.

“Stop behaving like a mad person,” I said firmly.

The assistant froze, wide–eyed. “Please, please, let’s not-”

I turned to her calmly. “Call the police.”

Clara blinked at me, her shock finally catching up. “You wouldn’t-”

“I would,” I said. “And I will. You tried to attack me in public.”

Within minutes, two officers arrived. Clara immediately started her performance again, claiming I provoked her. But the security cameras hanging in the corner of the store told a different story.

I pointed to them and said simply, “Check the footage.”

One of the officers nodded, already speaking to the manager. The evidence was clear. Clara had torn the dress, and she’d been the first to get physical.

The officer turned to her. “Ma’am, we’ll need you to come with us.”

Clara’s composure broke instantly. “This is ridiculous! She’s lying!”

But the officer didn’t argue. He just gestured for her to follow.

As they led her away, she glared at me with anger burning in her eyes. “You’ll regret this, Amy.”

“No, Clara. I’m done regretting anything that involves you.”

When the doors closed behind them, the store fell silent again. The attendant looked shaken, whispering a

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soft. “Are you okay?”

I nodded, touching the scratch on my cheek. I’m fine. Thank you for calling them.”

She apologized for what happened, but I told her it wasn’t her fault.

Finished

When I got home by evening, all I wanted to do was go to my room and rest. I stepped into the living room, still a bit tense from everything that had just happened.

Daniel and Mrs. Carter was sitting together, probably discussing something council–related. Both of them looked up at the same time.

Daniel’s expression shifted instantly. “What happened to your face?”

I touched my check lightly, forgetting for a second that the scratch was still there. “It’s nothing.” I said quickly. “A small incident at the store.”

Mrs. Carter stood immediately, “Incident? Amy, that’s not a scratch from a fall. Who d

Before I could answer, Daniel was already on his feet, closing the space between us. I slightly so he could see it better, his eyes were already dark with anger. “Tell me who and

hin

I hesitated, but there was no point lying. “Clara,” I said quietly. “She showed up out of nowhere, caused a scene, tore the dress I wanted to buy, and then tried to attack me. I defended myself. I called the police and they took her away.”

Mrs. Carter’s jaw tightened. “That woman never learns.”

Daniel didn’t say anything at first. He just stepped back slightly, his fists clenching. When he finally spoke, his tone was calm but I could feel his anger in them. “You should’ve called me.”

“I handled it,” I replied.

He looked at me, his voice lower now. “You shouldn’t have had to.” Then he turned toward his mother. “By the time I’m done with Clara, she’ll regret ever laying a finger on my wife.”

Mrs. Carter didn’t argue. She looked as furious as he was. “Make sure she does,” she said coldly, then left the room, muttering something about making a few calls.

Daniel waited until she was gone before turning back to me. His expression softened. “Come on,” he said quietly. “Let me clean that up.”

I followed him upstairs. He found the first aid kit in the cabinet and guided me to sit on the edge of the bed.

He soaked a bit of cotton in disinfectant and brushed it gently over the scratch. I hissed slightly at the sting.

“Sorry,” he said softly. “Does it hurt much?”

“Not really,” I lied. The truth was, it hurt more than it should’ve and that didn’t make sense. Werewolf skin healed fast, especially minor injuries like this. It should’ve already closed up by now,

He frowned too, like he was thinking the same thing. “It’s strange,” he said. “It’s not healing.”

I glanced at him. “Maybe she used something. Her nails were sharp, maybe there was something on them.”

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