Bound To The Broken Alpha (Amy and Daniel) novel Chapter 117

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I’d been dizzy since morning, the kind of dizziness that made the walls move when I blinked. My hands trembled as I tried to drink water, but it slipped from my grip and spilled.

The air in the hotel room suddenly felt thick and it made it difficult to breathe.

I grabbed my phone with unsteady fingers and scrolled to Mark’s number. I hadn’t called him in months, not since everything fell apart, not since he looked at me like he didn’t recognize who I’d become and dropped me at a mental institution which I clawed my way out of. But I didn’t have anyone else.

When he picked up, his voice was wary. “Clara?”

“Mark…” My throat burned. “Please come. I need you.”

“Where are you?”

“The Regal Hotel, room 409.” The words barely left my mouth before a sharp pain cut through my chest. I wanted to say more, to tell him I was scared, but the phone slipped from my hand. The world tilted, then everything went black.

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When I opened my eyes, the light was soft and dim. Curtains drawn. A faint hum of an air conditioner. I turned my head slowly and saw Mark sleeping in a chair beside the bed. His face looked tired, his hand still clutching mine even in sleep.

For a second, I thought I was dreaming. Then the pain in my chest reminded me I wasn’t. I tried to sit up, but my body didn’t respond the way it used to. My arms felt heavy. My legs trembled when I moved them. The skin along my shoulders was pale, almost gray.

The ritual hadn’t left me. It was still eating at me slowly, just like the witch had warned before it all went wrong.

I closed my eyes, fighting the wave of nausea that hit me. The last thing I needed was for Mark to wake up and see me like this. He already thought I was unstable before, now, he’d think I was dying.

A low groan escaped me, and his eyes opened instantly. “Clara?”

He leaned forward, voice low and careful. “You’re awake. Thank God.”

I forced a small smile. “Hey.”

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“You passed out in your hotel room. I thought-” He stopped himself and shook his head. “You

scared me.”

“I’m fine,” I lied. My voice was barely a whisper.

“You’re not fine,” he said, standing to help me sit up. “You look… pale. Weak. You need a hospital.”

“No hospitals,” I said quickly. “It’s just stress. I’ve been working too much, not eating right. That’s all.”

He frowned. “Clara-”

“I said I’m fine.”

The silence stretched between us. He didn’t believe me, but he didn’t argue either. Instead, he brushed a strand of hair from my face and said quietly, “You scared me more than I want to admit.”

When he finally left the room to grab food, I sank back against the pillow, closing my eyes for a

moment.

The lie sat heavy in my mind. I wasn’t fine. I hadn’t been fine since that night.

When the ritual failed, it didn’t just fail, it broke something inside me. I could still feel it sometimes, that sharp, cold echo in my chest, like my body never fully came back.

I dragged myself to the mirror across the room and stared at my reflection. The woman looking back at me wasn’t the same one Mark fell in love with. My eyes were sunken. My skin had lost its color. There was a faint mark on my collarbone which was the same one that burned the night I tried to steal what wasn’t mine.

“It’s her fault,” I whispered, my voice trembling. “It’s always her.”

Amy.

She had everything – Daniel, the respect, the life I should’ve had. She didn’t even want it at first. She got it handed to her.

And I… I tried to take it.

I remembered the night clearly, the candles, the old book, the chants. The way the air shifted when I said her name. I remembered how strong the pull was, like something ancient had

heard me.

But then it went wrong. The light died and the air froze. And how Amy over powered me that

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After that, I started to feel sick. The energy that used to make me feel powerful turned into poison.

Now, every time I closed my eyes, I saw it all over again.

“Stop it,” I muttered to myself, gripping the edge of the dresser.

But the whispers started anyway. Low and faint, like someone standing just behind me.

“You tried to take what wasn’t yours.”

“You failed.”

“She will always win.”

I turned sharply, but there was no one there. Just shadows.

My chest tightened. “No,” I whispered. “I won’t let her win.”

But the whispers didn’t stop. They grew louder, echoing in the corners of my mind. The room felt colder. My reflection seemed to move even when I didn’t. I stumbled backward, shaking my head.

“I didn’t mean to-”

The lights flickered.

My vision blurred.

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