Bound To The Broken Alpha (Amy and Daniel) novel Chapter 18

**Chapter 18: The Unity Project**

**AMY**

**Finished**

I didn’t want to awaken to the sight of dark circles shadowing my eyes, so I resolutely squeezed them shut, attempting to block out the world. Deep within me, my wolf stirred restlessly, pacing like a caged animal, grumbling about the Carters and their untrustworthiness. Yet, I silenced her protests. Today, I needed rest more than I needed another argument with my inner self.

Morning arrived more swiftly than I had anticipated.

The persistent buzzing of my alarm jolted me from the remnants of sleep, and with a groan, I rolled over to silence the intrusive sound. The room remained shrouded in dim light, but through the open window, I caught the delicate scent of dew, a fresh promise of the day ahead. I stretched my arms above my head, sitting up slowly, feeling the weight of the day pressing down on me.

I was determined to create a lasting impression—not just any impression, but a powerful one. After a quick shower, I took my time styling my hair, letting it cascade around my shoulders before I stood before the mirror. I had chosen a soft cream-colored chiffon blouse, which I tucked neatly into high-waisted black pants that accentuated my figure. The silver heels I slipped on added both height and a surge of confidence. A simple pair of pearl earrings and a wristwatch completed my ensemble, presenting me as a woman who knew what she wanted and was ready to command respect.

With my bag slung over my shoulder and my phone in hand, I took one final glance at my reflection before stepping out of the room.

No matter what they thought of me—unstable wolf or not—I was finished with playing small.

Upon arriving at the company, I was struck by the sheer magnitude of the building itself. Carter Enterprise Holdings was not just any company; it was the largest in the Northern Territory. The gleaming glass walls, the polished silver logo, and the palpable scent of wealth and dominance screamed the Carters’ influence. My heart raced in my chest as I stepped through the entrance, the atmosphere buzzing with energy.

A young woman approached me, her hair neatly styled in a bun, a bright smile plastered on her face, though her eyes betrayed a hint of nervousness. “Miss Amy? I’m Nora, your new personal assistant. Mrs. Carter has asked me to escort you to your office.”

“Office?” I echoed, a wave of disbelief washing over me.

She nodded eagerly and gestured toward the elevator. “This way, please.”

The elevator ride was enveloped in silence, the only sound being the faint hum of machinery. As I caught my reflection in the mirror-like walls, I adjusted my blouse, feeling a mixture of anticipation and anxiety. My wolf stirred within me, softly humming as she caught the faint traces of other wolves in the building—dominant scents that were strong yet controlled.

When the elevator doors slid open, Nora led me down a hallway lined with glass offices and serious faces. Each person we passed cast a quick glance my way—some curious, others judging. I straightened my posture and pressed forward, determined to show my strength.

We halted in front of a large office, my name already emblazoned on a golden plaque by the door:

**AMY SINCLAIR – Assistant Executive Liaison**

I blinked in disbelief. “This must be a mistake.”

Nora offered a nervous smile. “No, it’s not a mistake. Mrs. Carter said you would be taking over that department immediately. She’s waiting to speak with you in her office.”

My heart raced. That title wasn’t just a random position—it meant authority. It meant I would be leading teams, approving campaigns, managing public relations, coordinating between executives and departments, handling policy and documentation, crisis management, event coordination, and strategic oversight. I was torn between feeling flattered and deeply suspicious.

Mrs. Carter’s office was twice the size of mine. She stood by the window when I entered, dressed in a sharp gray suit, her calm smile radiating confidence. Her presence was commanding—the kind of natural dominance that high-ranking wolves possessed effortlessly.

“Amy,” she called out warmly, turning to face me. “Welcome to Carter Enterprise Holdings.”

“Thank you,” I replied, striving to sound composed even as my mind raced to process the whirlwind of information.

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