Bound To The Broken Alpha (Amy and Daniel) novel Chapter 24

**Chapter 24: Make Sure You Don’t Lose**

**CLARA**

There was no way I was going to let that Luna puppet believe she had triumphed over me. Amy might have stumbled into her fortune by marrying into the illustrious Carter family, but I knew all too well that luck was a fickle friend. It never stayed around for long, especially not in my world. The moment I stepped out of her office, her smug, unbothered voice echoed in my mind, as if she had truly put me in my place. It sent a shiver down my spine, igniting a fire of indignation within me.

I navigated my way to Mark’s office, recalling how he had mentioned he would be working late. Upon arriving at the compound, I marched directly to his floor. His secretary attempted to intercept me, claiming he was busy, but I brushed past her without a second thought. Mark’s expression was one of mild amusement when I burst into his office. He leaned back in his chair, that signature lazy grin plastered on his face—a grin that often made people forget he was a snake cloaked in charm.

“She embarrassed me, Mark,” I exclaimed, my arms crossed tightly over my chest. “That little nobody made a complete fool out of me.”

He chuckled softly, tapping a pen rhythmically against the desk, as if he were conducting an orchestra of my frustration. “What did you expect? She’s Luna now. Everyone in this building, and the entire northern pack, will be kissing her feet.”

“So you’re just going to sit there and do nothing?” I asked, my voice rising in pitch, the anger bubbling over. “She’s tarnishing the Carter image and the reputation of the northern pack just by existing! And she’s not even one of us!”

Mark regarded me for a long moment, his smirk widening as if he found my outrage amusing. “Do what you want, Clara. Whatever you decide, I’m behind you. But if you’re going to start a war, make sure you don’t lose.”

That was all the encouragement I needed.

When I exited his office, my fury had morphed into a different beast—revenge, hatred, and an unwavering focus. I wasn’t naïve; I understood that I couldn’t touch Amy physically—not with her Luna title providing her with a shield. But her reputation? That was fair game, and I could dismantle it with a mere smile and a few well-placed whispers.

The following morning, I had a meeting downtown for one of my campaigns. As I arrived, the cameras were already poised outside, capturing my entrance as if I were royalty gracing the city with my presence.

In that instant, a realization washed over me: people listened to me now. I had become the face of the largest fashion line in the north. Millions of followers hung on my every word online, eager for my insights and opinions.

So, I made a decision. When a reporter inquired about the new “mystery woman” residing at the Carter estate, I feigned indifference, allowing my words to strike with precision.

“Oh, her?” I said, pretending to ponder for a moment. “She’s… close to the family. Very close. Some might even say ‘too close.’ But instead, she took advantage and seduced a comatose man to claw her way up.”

Within hours, the clip had gone viral. The next day, a gossip blog published an article claiming I had “confirmed” that Amy had seduced Mrs. Carter’s son to secure her position. I hadn’t needed to say it outright; I was skilled at planting seeds of doubt. The world, I knew, would do the rest.

By the end of the week, every werewolf gossip outlet had something to say about her. Some labeled her ambitious, while others branded her cunning. I reveled in it all. Watching her name trend while I smiled charmingly at the camera during interviews felt like a sweet victory.

Yet, there was something about her calm demeanor as she passed me in the hallway that infuriated me even more. She didn’t react—no glare, no acknowledgment. She acted as if I were invisible. I despised that I had to be in the Carter building at all.

That wasn’t strength; it was sheer arrogance. I wanted to shatter that calm facade of hers. I craved to see her flinch, to witness her confidence waver.

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