Bound To The Broken Alpha (Amy and Daniel) novel Chapter 262

Chapter 262 Your Head Not Your Heart

SELENE

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I walked into the Southern Alpha’s private chamber, my steps measured. The guards barely glanced at me. as I passed, I knew the minute I reached him, I’d have to speak carefully,

He didn’t look up as I entered. His chair faced the window, arms resting on the desk. The room smelled faintly of smoke, though there was no fire, and I felt the weight of his presence before I even saw him clearly.

“I came to talk,” I said, keeping my voice even.

Finally, he turned to face me, expression unreadable. “Talk,” he said simply.

I took a breath. “We can’t just wait. Sitting around won’t solve anything. Clara and Elias–Daniel has them, yes–but the plan… it’s failing. We need to act, not wait.”

He leaned back. “Your plan with Clara was a waste of time,” he replied, tone flat. “I’m not starting a war, at least not yet. There’s nothing here worth burning everything over.”

I frowned. “It’s not about starting a war. You know that. It’s about control, about ensuring no one moves without consequence. You can’t just sit while Daniel rebuilds what was broken.”

He looked at me, “Selene. If you are truly my daugh. ?

head.”

you’ll know not to act with your heart but your

I bit back a reply. The words stung. His eyes softened only slightly, but the weight in them reminded me I was speaking to the Southern Alpha, not my father but the man.

“Clara and Elias are gone,” he continued, “found by Daniel. You don’t have to waste time hunting them. He will expose them in his own way. Your role here is not to interfere.”

I pressed my hands against the edge of the desk, feeling the cold metal under my palms. “Then where do I go? I can’t just… disappear. Not yet.”

He shook his head. “Anywhere but the South or the North. Anywhere else. That is your path for now.”

I hesitated, letting his words sink in. I had expected instructions, a target, a mission. Instead, I was being told to leave, to wait elsewhere. The lack of drama, the cold logic, it was infuriating.

“I leave… and I do what exactly?” I asked.

He didn’t answer immediately. “You survive. You watch. You learn. That is enough for now.”

I clenched my jaw. “That’s all? After everything?”

“Yes,” he said, eyes unyielding. “You are not a soldier, Selene. You are my daughter. Your strength is in patience, in knowing when to act. You’ll understand it soon enough.”

I took a step back, still defiant. “I’ve never been good at patience.”

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Chapter 20% Your Head! Not Your Hear

He gave a faint nod. “Then you have much to learn.”

I let my hands drop, still burning with frustration. “And if Daniel succeeds before I even get to do anything?”

“Then you observe. You survive. You will have your opportunity”

I exhaled, “You’re not worried about him?”

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“I’ve watched him,” he said quietly. “Daniel is cautious. He does not make mistakes lightly. Clara and Elias falling into his hands was predictable. He will handle it”

“And me?” I pressed. “Where do I fit?”

He leaned forward, elbows on the desk. “You fit where you have always fit, Selene. Outside the chaos until it’s your time.”

I swallowed, knowing arguing further would be pointless. I studied him, looking for a crack, a sign that he might change his mind.

“I’ll go,” I said finally. “Anywhere but the South or the North. But I won’t sit idle forever. You know that.”

He nodded once. “I do. But you wait. That is enough for now.”

I turned, stepping toward the door. The silence behind me was heavier than any conversation we’d had. I could feel his presence lingering even after I left.

Outside, the guards let me pass without a word. I walked through the halls quickly, already planning the least obvious place to stay, the best way to remain unseen but informed.

I could not risk returning to the North–not while Daniel was consolidating his control. Not while Elias‘ whereabouts were unknown.

I paused in the corridor, taking one last look at the door behind me. I thought about what he said: patience, observation, survival.

Those were not words I was used to hearing. They were not commands, not threats, not promises–just logic.

Logic, I realized, was going to be my weapon now. Not anger, not schemes, not confrontation. I had to be ready, invisible, waiting. And that was the most difficult part.

I let my thoughts drift briefly to Daniel, to Amy, to Elias and Clara. Every move had consequences. Every choice would ripple through the North and South alike. I could not afford mistakes, not with all of them.

The Southern Alpha would not act yet. I understood that. But I would. In time, carefully, with strategy. Not recklessly, not with emotion.

I adjusted my jacket, taking a slow step down the hallway. He had given me space, but it was up to me to use it wisely.

I kept my steps quiet, listening for any sign of movement, any hint that someone might be watching me.

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