Bound To The Broken Alpha (Amy and Daniel) novel Chapter 23

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

**Chapter 23: Delusional Beliefs**

**AMY**

I found myself standing there, completely immobilized, grappling with the implications of his words. My wolf stirred within me, a restless energy humming beneath my skin. *She knows something,* a whisper echoed in my mind, urging me to listen, to understand.

“What could he possibly know?” I muttered softly, almost to myself, as if the question might conjure an answer from the silence that enveloped me.

The hallway remained quiet, save for the distant sound of Elias’s footsteps retreating, fading into nothingness.

With a heavy heart, I resolved to take the rest of the day for myself. My energy was sapped; I felt as though I had been drained of all vitality. The events that had unfolded since the mating ceremony had left me in a state of utter exhaustion. My body ached, and my mind was not far behind. For once, all I longed for was a moment of tranquility.

The dawn of the next day greeted me with an unexpected lightness. The weight that had pressed down on me the previous night seemed to have lifted, if only slightly. I took a long, refreshing shower, letting the warm water wash away the remnants of my worries. Afterward, I savored a cup of coffee, its rich aroma filling the air as I settled down with my tablet to catch up on the usual updates from the pack and the schedules from Carter Enterprises.

At first, everything appeared routine, but soon my feed erupted with new alerts, one after another.

It didn’t take long to piece together the chaos. Clara and Mark had once again stirred the pot. Would this relentless cycle of drama ever cease?

Their latest antics were plastered across news blogs and gossip columns: sensationalized tales of my sudden marriage, fabricated accounts of my relationship with Daniel, and malicious rumors suggesting that I had clawed my way into the Carter family for status and prestige.

I didn’t flinch. I had seen far worse in the world of public opinion. People would always talk, especially when they had nothing substantial to occupy their minds.

Rather than squander my time on futile defenses, I opted for silence. I had more pressing matters to attend to. I was still the Luna of the Northern Territory, and my responsibilities at Carter Enterprise Holdings were far from over. Whether they approved or not, I was here to stay.

As the Assistant Executive Liaison, my role was pivotal: a bridge connecting various departments, managing delicate communications with the executive board, key clients, and at times, external pack matters.

It was a high-stakes position, but it suited me perfectly. I thrived on structure and predictability. I craved the knowledge of what lay ahead. And right now, immersing myself in work was the only thing that kept my thoughts from spiraling back to Daniel.

The hours slipped away in a blur of meetings, reports, and phone calls. I had no room for idle gossip or sympathetic glances. My colleagues tread carefully around me, maintaining a polite distance, yet I could sense the whispers that hovered in the air, unspoken yet palpable. Still, I wore my mask of indifference; it was the most effective way to navigate their scrutiny.

By the time the clock struck six, the office was mostly deserted. I lingered behind, determined to wrap up a few lingering documents. The soft glow of my desk lamp enveloped the papers in a warm light, and for a while, I lost myself in the rhythm of my work. The quiet was a comfort until a sharp knock on the door shattered the stillness.

I glanced up to see Clara entering, her presence commanding as she strutted in like she owned the place. The sound of her heels echoed against the polished floor as she pushed the door open without waiting for an invitation. That infuriatingly smug expression was plastered across her face, her chin held high, and her eyes gleaming with judgment.

“Well, well,” she began, crossing her arms in a show of superiority. “The new Luna looks so busy. Shouldn’t you be out somewhere flaunting your title instead of pretending to work?”

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