Bound To The Broken Alpha (Amy and Daniel) novel Chapter 238

Chapter 238 Let Elias Burry Himself

DANIEL

I woke before sunrise with my heart already speeding. Amy was curled into me. I watched her for a moment. She looked better today. Stronger. That part helped. The rest didn’t.

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The title of “temporary Alpha” sitting on Elias‘ head irritated every part of me. It felt like a stain I had to scrub off. I slipped out of bed quietly and headed straight for my office.

The room was cold. Elias had locked access to all Alpha files the second he sat in my chair. I wasn’t allowed to touch anything related to pack leadership. So I pulled out what I could: old alliance logs, personal contacts, archived letters from different regional leaders. Things the council couldn’t complain about.

None of it looked useful, but it was better than sitting downstairs pretending everything was normal.

Cole knocked once before entering.

“You’re up early,” he said.

“I didn’t sleep,” I replied.

He sat across from me, rubbing the back of his neck. “You need to hear this. Elias replaced three senior guards last night. No process, no notice. Just walked in and sent them out.”

I looked up sharply. “Did they obey?”

“Two did. The third asked for an official order. Said he wanted it in writing, signed by the council.”

That made me pause. “The pack is resisting him?”

Cole nodded. “Not loudly, but it’s there.”

“Anyone complaining?” I asked.

“Everyone,” he said. “Quietly. No one likes being shuffled around for no reason.”

Before I could respond, another knock sounded.

Brian stepped in, looking like he’d sprinted from the pack house. “We have a problem,” he said.

“Tell me.”

“Elias wants to rotate the border units today. Again. People are pissed. They don’t trust the replacements he’s choosing.”

I leaned back in my chair and let the information settle. “He’s choking the pack with changes.”

“He thinks it makes him look strong,” Cole said.

“It makes him look unstable,” I countered.

The two exchanged a look. Brian finally said, “What do you want us to do? We can’t challenge him without

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violating the council orders.”

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“I know.” I pushed the papers aside and stood. “But we don’t have to challenge him. We just need to let his behavior speak for itself.”

Brian raised an eyebrow. “Meaning?”

“Meaning you don’t interfere with anything he orders… unless it breaks protocol. If it does, you refuse politely and ask for council confirmation.”

Cole’s mouth twitched. “That’ll piss him off.”

“It’ll expose him,” I said. “And it won’t count as rebellion. You’d only be following standard procedure.”

Brian nodded slowly. “So we push him into corners without actually doing anything.”

“Exactly.”

“And the pack?” Cole asked.

“Keep them calm,” I said. “Tell them to carry on like usual. If they see you two panicking, it’ll create chaos.”

Brian leaned on the desk. “What’s the endgame here?”

“Elias will overplay his hand,” I said. “He always does. The more desperate he gets, the more reckless he becomes.”

Cole crossed his arms. “You really think he’ll screw himself?”

“He already is,” I said. “Everyone sees it. The council won’t tolerate instability for long.”

Silence stretched through the room. Then Cole nodded. “We’ll handle it.”

“Good,” I said. “Go.”

They left, and I dropped into the chair again. My hands were restless, flipping through old notes, scanning faces of allies who once stood beside me. Some had drifted away with the noise of politics. Others waited for someone to give them direction again.

Around noon, Amy walked in and closed the door behind her and walked straight toward me.

“Brian said you haven’t eaten,” she said.

“Not hungry.”

She didn’t argue. Instead, she stepped between my legs and sat on my lap. I wrapped my arms around her waist. The tension in my chest eased for the first time all morning.

“What’s going on in that head of yours?” she asked.

“I’m planning.”

“Planning what?”

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I didn’t soften anything. “Letting Elias bury himself.”

She held my gaze. “Explain.”

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“He’s making unstable decisions. People will turn against him without us doing anything. If we push, the council will accuse me of interference. But if we stand still and let him behave like an idiot, they’ll step in on

their own.”

She nodded slowly. “You’re right. He’s unraveling faster than expected.”

“There’s more,” she said. “Your mother came to see me last night.”

I stiffened. “What did she want?”

“She didn’t say much. Just that she found something. Something important.”

My entire body went still. “Did she show you?”

“No. She wants to verify everything first. But Daniel… her face said enough. Whatever she found is serious.”

A slow breath slipped out of me. Pieces were finally moving. Real ones.

“I knew it,” I muttered. “There had to be a mistake somewhere. Elias and Clara aren’t as clean as they pretend.”

Amy tightened her arms around my shoulders. “Your mother’s been waiting for the right moment. She wouldn’t say that if it wasn’t solid.”

“Then we’re close,” I said. “Closer than Elias realizes.”

She nodded once. “We just need patience.”

I kissed her forehead and held her for a long time. The day passed with more reports from Brian and Cole. Staff quietly resisted orders. Border guards requested written confirmation for changes. Even the kitchen staff refused to adjust their schedules without council approval.

Elias was shaking the entire structure without realizing how obvious he looked.

By evening, the house was quiet. I stayed home as ordered. Every part of me wanted to be at the pack house, ready to step in the second Elias made a dangerous call. But I forced myself to sit still.

Instead, I sent messages to old allies. Nothing direct. Nothing that broke any rule. Just short check–ins.

Every line was professional and some replied instantly. Others left voice notes saying they were ready whenever I needed them. It warmed something inside me I didn’t want to admit was hurting.

Hours later, I stood by the window with the lights off. The moonlight made the yard look quieter than usual.

I let out a slow breath and said the words out loud, because saying them made them real:

“Let Elias think he has won. He’s digging his own grave.”