Bound To The Broken Alpha (Amy and Daniel) novel Chapter 168

Chapter 168 What Does That Mean?

AMY

“I don’t care,” I said. “Whatever she was, she didn’t deserve to be used like this.”

Cole’s expression softened. “You really believe she’s innocent?”

“I believe she’s mine,” I said. “That’s enough.”

He nodded slowly. “Then let’s finish this.”

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By midnight, the plan was in motion. The copies were hidden, the evidence staged to look destroyed. Everything was set.

Then the radio on Daniel’s desk crackled to life.

“Command, this is unit nine–urgent transmission from the border.” The voice was rough, broken by static.

Daniel grabbed the receiver. “Go ahead.”

“Sir, we spotted movement near the southern crossing. A small convoy under no flag. Couldn’t confirm the insignia, but one of the names came through… Clara.”

My chest tightened.

“Repeat that,” Daniel said sharply.

“Clara,” the voice repeated. “She’s with them.”

Daniel looked at me. For a second, the room seemed to tilt again.

Cole straightened. “What does that mean?”

“It means,” Daniel said grimly, “the South just made their next move.”

The radio hissed and went dead, leaving only the hum of the fan and the sound of my heartbeat pounding in my ears.

Daniel did not say anything else and instead, he insisted we all rest, saying we needed a normal routine, even if “normal” had long stopped existing in our lives. I had nodded, though sleep had come fitfully, my mind racing over Elias’s threat and the implications of the folder he’d left on Daniel’s desk.

By the time we drove home, the city was dark and still. Daniel left early in the morning to the office the next day, and I had left with Cole, as we usually did. The drive was quiet, just the low hum of the engine filling the car.

Cole didn’t say much, and I didn’t either. Words felt unnecessary at the moment.

I glanced over at him occasionally. Cole’s hands were steady on the wheel, his eyes sharp, scanning the streets. The office was calm when we arrived. I unlocked the door and took a moment to let my shoulders drop. Even in the silence, the tension lingered like an invisible weight. Cole followed me in, setting his bag

down.

“Anything new this morning?” I asked quietly, keeping my voice low.

Chapter 168 What Does That Mean?

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He shook his head. “No reports yet. Daniel left early. Same routine as always.” He paused, glancing at me. “I take it the email kept you up?”

I nodded slowly. “Yeah. I can’t stop thinking about it. Who would send something like that and why now? I need to see it properly, not just on my phone.”

Cole gave a small, understanding nod. “Then let’s take a look. But be careful. You don’t know what else he might have included.”

I hesitated before opening the laptop. My hands were steady but my stomach tightened as I logged in. There it was: a message from an unfamiliar

ddress, subject line simple and direct: Truth.

The email opened with a short message, nothing extra, just instructions to view the attachments. My eyes scanned the text carefully: “You asked for proof. This is everything. I am not joking about knowing the truth you’ve been searching for.

I swallowed and clicked the first attachment. It was a DNA report. My eyes skimmed the results quickly, but I already knew what I would find. The markers, the sequences, the confirmations–they left no room for doubt. I froze, reading it again to be sure.

The report confirmed it. My father’s genetic signature matched mine. The Southern Alpha–Fedrick was my biological father. My heart thumped in a way that wasn’t panic, but it was strong, insistent. This was the confirmation I had suspected, the truth that had been kept from me my whole life.

Cole watched me quietly, his expression neutral but alert. “Is it… what you expected?” he asked.

I hesitated. It wasn’t exactly what I expected. I had suspected, but seeing it confirmed in black and white made the reality undeniable. “It’s him,” I said finally, my voice steady but low. “The Southern Alpha. He’s… my father.”

Cole nodded slowly, processing the implications. “That explains a lot of the secrecy. And the timing of Elias’s moves.”

I leaned back in my chair, trying to let the information settle. I had questions–so many questions—but I also knew that Elias wasn’t done. That email, the DNA report, and the promise of more truth meant that the next move had to be calculated. I couldn’t let emotion drive me, not now.

I clicked the second attachment. It was a photograph. I recognized the woman instantly, though I hadn’t seen her in years. Marielle. Her expression was calm but tired. The photo seemed recent. Elias had included no note, just the image itself. I studied her face, memorizing the lines, the eyes, the subtle curve of her mouth.

Cole leaned closer. “That’s her?” he asked, a trace of disbelief in his voice.

I nodded. “It’s Marielle. She’s alive. And he sent this… Elias. He’s not exaggerating. He really knows everything.”

There was a pause. We both understood the consequences: this was no longer just a matter of pack politics or betrayal. It was personal, and it could change everything.

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