Bound To The Broken Alpha (Amy and Daniel) novel Chapter 20

**When Dawn Breaks Slowly Hope Finds Space To Grow by Jin Rowan Vale**

**Chapter 20: The Alpha’s Room**

**AMY**

As the first light of dawn crept into my room, I found myself staring at the file once more, my mind racing in circles. My name, bold and unmistakable, was emblazoned across the top, and each time my gaze fell upon it, a shiver of dread slithered down my spine.

I had meticulously examined every page, deciphered every coded note, yet the true significance eluded me. Why was my name there? What did it mean?

The unsettling note that had been slipped under my office door—”You don’t belong here”—haunted me, refusing to fade into the background noise of my life. I had attempted to dismiss it as a mere prank, a childish joke meant to unnerve me, but deep within, I recognized the truth: it was far from a joke.

Days morphed into weeks, and the tension coiled around me like a vice, unyielding and oppressive. Finally, the day of my mating ceremony arrived, a day that should have been filled with joy, laughter, and excitement, yet all I felt was an emptiness, a gaping void in my chest. My mate, the one I was supposed to bond with, lay in a coma. The doctors had deemed his condition a “stable vegetative state,” but to me, it felt more like a living death.

How could I forge a connection with someone who was so far removed from the world, someone who couldn’t even open his eyes or acknowledge my presence?

***

The grand hall of the Northern Pack mansion shimmered with golden lights, casting a warm glow over everything. The air was thick with the heady scent of roses, a fragrance that should have been enchanting but instead felt suffocating. High-ranking members of the pack filled the seats, their murmurs creating a soft hum that accompanied my hesitant steps down the aisle.

Inside me, my wolf stirred, a restless energy coursing through her as if she sensed something profound was about to unfold. At the altar, Daniel lay still, surrounded by healers and guards, a vision of tranquility that belied the turmoil within me.

Beside him, Mrs. Carter stood with an air of elegance, her eyes locked onto mine. “Remember, Amy,” she whispered as I drew closer, “you’re doing this for the pack.”

Her words echoed in my mind, but a part of me rebelled, screaming that this was all wrong. The ritual commenced, the pack priest’s voice rising in ancient chants as I placed my hand gently over Daniel’s chest. For a fleeting moment, I felt nothing but the coldness of his still form. Then, as if a switch had been flipped, a wave of warmth surged through my palm, igniting my wolf within me. Her voice resonated in my head, a single word: “Mate.”

My breath hitched in my throat. It wasn’t a figment of my imagination; I could feel him—not in the physical sense, but in a deeper, intangible way. A faint, telepathic connection tugged at my mind, like a whisper meant solely for my ears. It was both strange and comforting, sending my heart racing. For the first time since I met him, I felt an authentic bond, a thread connecting our souls.

The crowd gasped as the mark on my wrist glowed faintly, a sign that the bond had been sealed. Whispers of disbelief rippled through the healers, and even Mrs. Carter’s expression softened momentarily, a flicker of something like hope crossing her features.

However, my moment of peace shattered the instant I caught sight of Mark and Clara amidst the crowd. Clara’s smug smile sent a chill down my spine, and Mark’s cold, calculating gaze followed my every movement. Their presence felt toxic, a dark cloud overshadowing what should have been a moment of joy. I clenched my fists, determined not to let them taint this sacred occasion.

As the ceremony concluded with applause, my thoughts remained tangled in the echo of Daniel’s faint whisper in my mind: Amy…

The maids guided me upstairs, their footsteps silent against the marble floor. They insisted on carrying my bags, despite my protests, and I didn’t push the issue. Being Luna came with privileges that still felt foreign to me.

When we reached my new room, they swung the doors open wide. The space was expansive, impeccably organized, and infused with a delicate scent of lavender. The curtains hung halfway drawn, allowing the moonlight to spill across the pale gold sheets like liquid silver.

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