Bound To The Broken Alpha (Amy and Daniel) novel Chapter 183

Bound To The Broken Alpha

Chapter 183 Not The Pack

AMY

The moment we reached the Carter estate, the medical team Mrs. Carter arranged was already waiting They moved Marielle to a private room on the second floor. I followed them inside and stayed by her side as they checked her vitals, cleaned her up, and started fluids.

She was weak and barely awake, but she responded when I spoke to her. Every time her eyes opened, she looked at me with a kind of relief that was hard to understand. I stayed calm for her. I did not want her worrying about anything else.

When the nurses told me she needed rest, I stayed in the chair beside the bed. She held my hand for a while, then her grip loosened as she fell asleep. Watching her breathe steadily felt unreal. For years, she had been a mystery, a file with missing pages.

Now she was in front of me, alive, and I did not know what to feel. Relief was there, but so was confusion. Anger was there too, but I pushed it aside because it would not help her recover.

The room was quiet. I kept my head against the back of the chair and closed my eyes for a moment, running through everything in my mind. Selene, Clara, Elias, the island, my father. Every part of my life had been touched by someone else’s decisions, and I was tired of reacting to their plans instead of making

my own.

The door opened softly, and Daniel stepped inside. He looked tired too, but he had cleaned changed. He took one long look at Marielle, then came to my side.

“Is she stable?” he asked in a low voice.

“Yes. They said she just needs rest and proper nutrition for now.”

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He nodded and pulled a chair closer. He sat beside me, his knee touching mine. The contact felt grounding. He did not try to pull me into his arms or overwhelm me with comfort. He just stayed close, and it helped.

“You did well today,” he said.

“I did what I had to do,” I answered.

He looked at me, studying me the way he always did when he wanted to make sure I was not hiding anything behind a calm front. I met his eyes and gave him the truth.

“I’m fine. Just tired.”

Daniel let out a slow breath. “Good. Because things are shifting fast on both sides.”

I straightened a little. “What happened?”

He leaned forward, elbows on his knees. “The board wants a private audit. They want to look at every division where Clara or Selene might have interfered. They think our recent problems are connected to internal manipulation more than outside threats.”

“They’re right,” I said.

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“We already knew that,” he agreed. “But now they want you to be part of the review Mr. Carter parhed for it. She told them you’re the only one who understands which financial patterns connect to the Souther movement,”

I understood what that meant. It also meant they would watch every step I took. But I welcomed the pressure. The company mattered to me. It was part of my life as much as the pack chaos was. If Clara and Selene wanted to use Carter Holdings, then stopping them here mattered just as much as stopping them. anywhere else.

“What about security?” I asked.

“Locked down.” Daniel said. “IT sealed every digital route. Finance froze anything flagged as unusual. Mrs.. Carter is going through board communications. They’re trying to clean everything at once.”

I nodded. “Then I’ll take the corporate side. You handle the pack issues.”

Daniel looked at me again. His voice softened. “Are you sure you want that weight right now? Your mother

“Yes,” I said quietly. “I want it. I need it. I spent years working in that company. I’m not giving Clara or Selene space to ruin that part of my life too.”

He gave a small nod that carried more meaning than words. He trusted me, and he respected my decision. That steadiness between us mattered more than anything else at that moment. There was no push and pull, no dramatic conflict. We were holding on to each other and it felt good to have a shoulder to lean on.

We stayed there together in silence for a while. Marielle slept peacefully, the rise and fall of her breathing the only movement in the room.

Then Daniel’s phone buzzed. He pulled it out, looked at the screen, and his expression tightened.

“The spy?” I asked.

“Yes.”

He opened the message and read it silently. His jaw locked. That was enough to tell me it was bad. He handed me the phone.

The message was short: “Selene is moving north with a small group. Clara is with her. Their target is not pack territory. It is Carter Holdings.

Prepare for anything.”

I read it twice to make sure I understood it exactly.

“They’re coming for the company,” I said.

Daniel nodded. “That’s what it looks like.”

I felt something sharpen inside me. Everything they had done–every file they touched, every financial move they made, every secret they kept was building toward this. They wanted control. Not over the land. Not over the pack. Over the empire Mrs. Carter built and trusted me with.

“This is about me,” I said quietly. “Not the pack.”

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Daniel did not deny it. He sat back, his eyes fixed on mine with steady clarity.

“They want to take your position, your work, and your influence,” he said. “They think that will break you.”

I felt the answer rise inside me with no hesitation.

“It won’t.”

Daniel reached out and took my hand. The warm, steady connection grounded me again.

“We face this together,” he said. “Corporate or pack, it doesn’t matter. You’re not standing alone.”

I looked at Marielle sleeping. I looked at Daniel. And I felt something I had not felt in a long time.

I felt somewhat whole and I loved that I now have direction.

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