Bound To The Broken Alpha (Amy and Daniel) novel Chapter 113

Chapter 113 Elias Carter

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It was a quiet afternoon at the estate. I had just finished a call with the board when one of the guards appeared at my office door, looking uneasy.

“Sir,” he said, “Elias Carter is here.”

I froze for a second, making sure I’d heard him right. “Here?”

“Yes, Alpha. He’s at the main gate. Says he doesn’t need an escort.”

I stood up immediately, Elias had not come back to the estate since his strange trip. And now he was here refusing the usual security escort.

“Let him in,” I said after a pause.

When I stepped into the main hall, he was already there. Elias looked exactly the same physically but I could not unsee him the way I saw him like a criminal now.

He had that smile that had fooled me for years. He greeted the guards like old friends and turned toward me as if walking into my home was the most natural thing in the world.

“Daniel,” he said with that smooth tone I’d once respected. “It’s been too long.”

“Too long,” I replied evenly.

He looked around, taking in the polished floors, the quiet hum of the estate. “Feels good to be home again. I’ve been handling council matters abroad – things that needed my full attention. But that’s done now. I’m back for good.”

Before I could respond, I saw my mother appear from the stairs. Her face was calm, her movements graceful as always, but I caught the flicker in her eyes. It was the same warning she used to give when something was wrong.

“Elias,” she said smoothly. “What a surprise.”

He smiled. “It’s good to see you. You haven’t aged a day.”

“That’s generous of you,” she replied. “You must be tired from your trip. You’ll stay for dinner, of course.”

I wanted to object, to tell her he wasn’t welcome here, but her slight nod stopped me. The message was clear: Not now. Don’t show your hand.

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When Amy came downstairs later, dressed neatly after work, she froze for half a second at the sight of him. I saw the same tension in her shoulders that I felt in my chest. Still, she managed a polite nod. “Elias.”

He smiled. “Amy… Always so composed. Daniel’s lucky.”

Her eyes didn’t show any warmth. “Thank you.”

Dinner that evening was weird. Elias sat across from me at the long dining table, speaking in that tone anyone would use if they did not want to sound guilty. He complimented the food, praised Amy’s efficiency at the company, and asked me about future expansion plans.

“So,” he said casually, “I heard Carter Enterprise Holdings is considering another overseas branch. Impressive growth, Daniel.”

I cut a piece of steak and answered without looking up. “We’re reviewing potential sites. Nothing final.”

Amy sat beside me, her fork was barely moving. I could tell she wanted to leave.

“That’s good,” Elias continued. “Your leadership’s been commendable, especially after such a long recovery. The pack and the company are fortunate to have you back.”

His words were meant as praise, but I heard the undertone. The same arrogance he always masked behind diplomacy.

My mother responded before I could. “We appreciate your interest, Elias. But business can wait until tomorrow. Tonight, let’s just enjoy the meal.”

He smiled faintly. “Of course, I wouldn’t dream of spoiling family time.”

The word family made my stomach turn.

After dinner, Amy excused herself quickly, muttering something about reviewing documents. I didn’t stop her. I wanted her as far from him as possible.

When the table was cleared and the staff dismissed, my mother poured herself a small glass of wine and motioned for me to follow her into the study.

The moment the door shut, her calm expression slipped.

“He’s making a move,” she said quietly. “The problem is, we don’t know what kind.”

I leaned against the desk, folding my arms. “He’s too comfortable. He wants us to know he’s watching.”

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“Exactly,” she said. “And the timing isn’t random. The wound on Amy’s face healed overnight, the council’s been restless, and now he reappears as if summoned. It’s deliberate.”

“Do you think he knows we found the files?” I asked.

“It’s possible. Or he suspects,” she said. “Either way, we need to stop talking about him in this house. I don’t trust the walls anymore.”

Her tone was low but firm.

“You think he planted someone here?” I asked.

“I think he’s been planning this longer than we realized,” she replied. “He knows how we the estate, the company, even the council ties. If he’s back for good, it’s not to

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operate reconcile.”

I stayed quiet for a moment, letting that sink in. “What do you want to do?”

“For now, nothing that looks defensive,” she said. “We’ll treat him as a returning family member. If he senses we’re on edge, he’ll start digging. Let him think he’s winning.”

I nodded slowly. It made sense, but every part of me hated it.

She walked closer, her voice softer. “I know what this means for you. I also know it takes everything in you not to confront him.”

“I want to,” I admitted. “But not without proof. Not yet.”

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