Bound To The Broken Alpha (Amy and Daniel) novel Chapter 11

**When Dawn Breaks Slowly Hope Finds Space To Grow by Jin Rowan Vale**

**Chapter 11: The Perfect Fit**

**AMY**

It all began with an email.

The subject line blared: Official Confirmation – Invitation to Paris Fashion Week.

My heart raced as I clicked it open, my fingers trembling in anticipation.

“Dear Amy,

We are thrilled to announce that, due to the overwhelming response from the audience and glowing reviews from influencers, you have been chosen as the headlining wolf model for Paris Fashion Week. Further details will follow soon. Congratulations!”

I stood frozen on the sidewalk, the words searing into my consciousness. Headlining. Paris. Clara may have taken one stage, but destiny had gifted me a much grander platform. I practically floated back to the hotel, my excitement bubbling over, leaving no room for calmness or relaxation.

I was still pacing my hotel room, my mind racing, when my phone buzzed insistently. The screen illuminated with Mrs. Carter’s name, and a flutter of uncertainty gripped me. Should I even pick up? My head felt heavy with the weight of recent events—Clara’s relentless drama, Mark’s betrayal, and the way the entire fashion show had slipped through my fingers. Yet, despite my reservations, I answered the call.

“Come to the Northern Pack house,” Mrs. Carter’s voice was sharp and unwavering, leaving no space for questions or hesitation.

Before I could muster a response or ask for clarification, the line went dead.

**Cate**

Being summoned without an explanation was never a pleasant experience, but ignoring Mrs. Carter was not an option. She was a figure of authority within the pack, wielding influence not just as the elder’s wife but also as one of the most esteemed women in our community. Whatever this meeting was about, it had to carry significant weight.

I quickly slipped into a simple outfit, tying my hair back in a practical bun. My wolf stirred within me, restless and anxious, mirroring my own feelings of uncertainty. She didn’t appreciate the unknown any more than I did.

As I arrived at the pack house, I was taken aback by the scene before me. The atmosphere was charged with energy, an unusual bustle that filled the air. Cars crowded the parking lot, and people were moving in and out, their expressions a mix of urgency and excitement. My heartbeat quickened in response. Something monumental was unfolding within these walls.

Inside, the main hall was a whirlwind of activity. Women darted about, armed with fabrics, sewing kits, and measuring tapes. Boxes of materials were being pried open, revealing a vibrant array of colors spilling out like a painter’s palette. The rhythmic sound of scissors snipping and sewing machines humming created a symphony of preparation.

I lingered by the doorway, confusion swirling within me. “What is going on here?” I asked aloud, though my voice seemed to get lost in the chaos, as no one turned to acknowledge my presence.

Then, I spotted Mrs. Carter at the far end of the hall, engaged in conversation with a group of seamstresses who appeared to have come in from the city. She gestured for me to come over, her demeanor brisk and purposeful.

“Amy, there you are,” she said as I approached. Her tone was no-nonsense, as if she had been waiting impatiently for my arrival. “We don’t have time to waste. Your mating ceremony is scheduled for the next full moon. These are the top seamstresses, and they’re here to take your fittings. You must look nothing short of perfect.”

Her words landed like a heavy stone in my stomach. I blinked, struggling to comprehend the implications. “My mating ceremony? Next full moon?” I echoed, my voice barely above a whisper but laced with firmness.

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