Bound To The Broken Alpha (Amy and Daniel) novel Chapter 25

**When Dawn Breaks Slowly Hope Finds Space To Grow by Jin Rowan Vale**
**Chapter 25: Corner Booth**

**CLARA**

With a deliberate slowness, I lifted my gaze, placing my pen down with a soft clatter against the table. “You did that all by yourself, Clara.” The words rolled off her tongue with a quiet authority that resonated in the air, a tone that could make even the fiercest wolf hesitate.

I took a tentative step forward, my heart racing, but before I could voice my thoughts, a low, threatening growl cut through the tension. It emanated from one of the guards stationed by the door—a beta wolf, his eyes locked onto mine, fangs barely visible, a warning just shy of a snarl.

Amy remained motionless, her calm eyes fixed on me, her expression unyielding. “Leave before you regret it,” she stated, her voice a steady current that sent shivers through my spine.

My wolf stirred restlessly within me, itching to snap back, to assert dominance. But something in Amy’s gaze held me in place, a magnetic force that was both daunting and compelling. The atmosphere in the room felt thick and oppressive, a tangible pressure that reminded me of her status as Luna. She didn’t need to raise her voice; her mere presence commanded respect.

Reluctantly, I turned to exit, forcing my feet to obey my will. Yet just as I approached the door, her voice sliced through the silence again, cold and unwavering.

“Clara.”

I halted, my breath hitching in my throat.

Her eyes bored into mine, unwavering. “Whatever you’re trying to do, stop. Because next time, I won’t be this calm.”

A knot tightened in my chest, a blend of fear and defiance swirling within me. I remained silent, my heart pounding in my ears, and stepped out, my claws instinctively half-extended, a reflection of the tension coursing through me.

As I reached the dimly lit hallway, a thought struck me like lightning. Mrs. Carter might wield her power now, and the pack might follow her lead, but I knew that power was a fickle thing, never residing in one hand for long. All I had to do was bide my time and wait for the perfect opportunity to reclaim what was rightfully mine.

That moment, I swore to myself, would arrive soon. Just as I prepared to step outside, my phone buzzed to life with an anonymous message. > “If you want to take down Amy Carter, I can help you.”

I stared at the screen, my mind racing. The night air was brisk against my skin, but the message ignited a different kind of warmth within me—a mix of curiosity and trepidation. I wasn’t naive; this could easily be a trap, perhaps even a test orchestrated by Mrs. Carter to gauge my loyalty. Yet, the allure of finally gaining the upper hand over Amy was intoxicating, too tempting to dismiss.

With trembling fingers, I typed back hastily. > “Who is this?”

The three dots flickered on the screen, hovering for what felt like an eternity before vanishing without a reply. I stood there, pacing near the parking lot, my heart thundering louder than I cared to admit as I watched the guards move silently, their forms like shadows in the night.

Then, my phone rang, the screen flashing an unknown number.

“Who are you?” I answered without hesitation, my voice steady despite the flutter of nerves.

The voice on the other end was calm, male, smooth, yet tinged with an unsettling undertone that made my wolf shift uncomfortably.

“You’ll find out soon,” he replied. “If you’re serious about taking her down, meet me at the Velvet Fang Lounge in an hour. Come alone.”

I felt a chill run down my spine. “That’s a restricted zone. I can’t just walk in there.”

He chuckled softly, a sound that sent shivers through me. “Tell the guards your access code is Cray. They’ll let you in.”

And just like that, the line went silent.

Lowering my phone, I stared at the screen in disbelief. The Velvet Fang Lounge was no ordinary establishment. It was a high-tier meeting ground for the elite, a place where power players mingled. Even Mark had once boasted about never being invited there. The fact that this stranger wanted to meet me there hinted at something significant—something powerful.

A part of me screamed to ignore the message, to retreat home and forget this madness. But another part of me—the part that refused to bow down to Amy—compelled me to move forward.

An hour later, I found myself standing before the lounge. The building loomed large and imposing, its black glass façade reflecting the vibrant city lights like a dark mirror. Two guards stood sentinel at the entrance, their scents unmistakably wolfish, strong and disciplined.

“Name and access code,” one of them demanded as I approached.

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