Bound To The Broken Alpha (Amy and Daniel) novel Chapter 2

Amy’s POV

“She’ll do,” Daniel’s uncle, the pack Beta said. “Her bloodline is the key. It’s old, rare. If we bind her to Daniel, his wolf will rise.”

“And if it kills her?” his mother asked, her voice cold.

“Then so be it. The Carters lineage will continue. That’s what matters.”

I pressed a hand to my mouth, forcing myself to stay silent. My heart pounded so loud I was sure they would hear it. Eve pressed close inside me, tensed.

“They don’t see a Luna, they see a vessel,” she whispered.

They didn’t just want me as a stand-in bride. They wanted me as a sacrifice.

All my life, I had wondered why I was different. Why my blood never matched anyone else’s when tested by the healers, why elders sometimes stared too long during moon gatherings. I never understood. And now, I knew they did. They believed binding me to Daniel would wake him, even if it cost me my life.

I should have run. I should have gone to the Council, told them what I heard.

But I didn’t. Instead, I stayed.

Because when I looked at Daniel again, I felt something deep, something calming. He wasn’t just a man in a coma. He was an Alpha still fighting beneath the curse. His wolf was clawing to return, and somehow, I was the only one who could hear his call.

And maybe, just maybe, if I could bring him back, I could finally prove I wasn’t disposable. Not to Mark. Not to Mrs. Smith. Not to anyone.

I returned home and the memories came rushing back. I had known for weeks that Mark was slipping away from me, but the way he ran every time Clara called made it unbearable. She had returned to the pack a month ago, sick and frail, and from the moment she stepped foot inside our territory, he chose her over me.

That night, her name flashed across his phone again. I sat in the living room, waiting, hoping maybe this time he would ignore it. He didn’t.

“Mark,” I said, trying to keep my voice calm, “can’t it wait until morning?”

He barely glanced at me. “She says she’s coughing blood, Amy. I have to go.”

Eve growled low, the sound rolling through my ribs.

“He is always picking her. Never us.”

“Do you hear yourself?” My hands shook in my lap. “Every time she calls, you leave. What about me?”

He grabbed his jacket and headed for the door. “Don’t start this tonight.”

And just like that, he was gone. No goodbye. No reassurance. Just the sound of the door closing behind him.

I remembered the nights at his hospital bed after rogues nearly tore him apart, my palms blistered from grinding herbs the healers had already given up on. I whispered prayers until my voice was raw, but when his eyes finally opened, he didn’t thank me—his first word was Clara’s name.

Now he was gone again, and I was left staring at the space he’d abandoned. My chest felt carved out, my ribs too weak to hold what was left of my heart. I pressed my face into my hands, but the sobs broke free anyway, shaking me until my whole body ached. Inside me, my wolf gave a broken howl, the sound so hollow it rattled through my bones.

I had sacrificed everything for him—my time, my pride, even risked my standing in the pack when he was accused of negligence after his accident. I fought for him when no one else would. Yet, all it took was Clara’s weak voice through the phone, and he left me behind.

That was the moment I decided I was done.

The next morning, with swollen eyes and trembling hands, I forced myself to gather everything that tied me to him. At first, I couldn’t do it. My fingers shook as I held the bracelet he once tied around my wrist during the Spring Moon Festival, his wolf howling beside mine while the pack blessed us. I wanted to throw it back in his face, but my wolf whimpered as if tearing it away would kill her too.

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