Bound To The Broken Alpha (Amy and Daniel) novel Chapter 265

Chapter 265 A Nightmare.

AMY

Ljerked awake with a scream stuck in my throat. My whole body shook as if I had been dropped from a height.

My chest rose too fast, too sharp, and I felt my wolf slam against me like she wanted out.

1 pressed my hands against my face, but that only made the panic worse. My breath came out rough. My nails lengthened. My vision blurred. The nightmare still clung to me.

“Amy.” Daniel called out.

Daniel moved fast. He was beside me before I could force myself to sit up. His hand pressed gently on my shoulder, calming me with just enough pressure to keep me from losing control completely.

“It’s me.” he said. “Breathe.”

I tried. I really tried. But my wolf pushed again. My bones shifted. A low growl escaped me before I could stop it.

Daniel grabbed both my hands. “Look at me.”

I raised my head. When our eyes met, something clicked back into place. My claws retracted. My

breathing eased, even though my chest still hurt.

“There you go,” he said quietly. “Stay with me.”

I nodded, though the tears on my face made it hard to see. My whole body still trembled.

“I’m sorry,” I whispered.

“Don’t apologize.” Daniel pulled the chair closer and sat down. “Tell me what happened.”

I swallowed hard. My throat felt raw. “A nightmare.”

He waited, not pushing, which made the silence sharper.

I wiped my cheeks with the back of my hand and tried again. “I saw her. The old version of her. Angry. Bleeding. Screaming for help. And I was running. Not away. Toward her. And then she kept falling, and I couldn’t reach her.”

Daniel didn’t speak.

I shook my head, trying to clear the image. “She looked broken. She kept asking why I didn’t fight harder. Why I didn’t protect myself. And then she turned into Clara who tried to kill me. The face changed, but the voice didn’t. It followed me. I couldn’t wake up.”

His jaw tightened just a bit. Not anger–just concern he didn’t try to hide.

“It was just a nightmare,” he said.

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“It didn’t feel like one

“You’ve been through enough trauma to trigger it,” he added, calm but direct, “Your mind is sorting through what happened.”

Tlooked away. “That’s not all.”

“Then say the rest,” he said.

I took a shaky breath. The words stuck for a second, then came out fast. “My memory is back.”

That got his full attention. His posture straightened a little, and his eyes locked on mine.

“All of it?” he asked.

“Enough,” I whispered.

I rubbed my arms as if the room had turned cold. The terror wasn’t from the nightmare anymore. It was from the clarity now sitting in my chest.

“I remember everything about the attack,” I said. “I remember how it started. I remember the pain. And I remember Clara. I remember her trying to kill me.”

Daniel didn’t move. He didn’t try to touch me or tell me I was wrong. He just waited.

“I remember her eyes,” I continued.

My hands shook again. I curled them into fists.

“I thought it was just fear confusing me,” I said. “But it wasn’t. She wanted me dead.”

Daniel leaned forward. “You are safe now.”

I let out a shaky breath. “I know. But remembering it… it hurts. I didn’t expect it to hit this hard.”

He nodded slowly. “Regaining memories after trauma is never smooth. It comes back in fragments, emotions, flashes. And when the full picture forms, it can hurt more than the injury itself.”

“I don’t want to be afraid of her,” I said. “I hate that I am.”

“It’s okay, it means your human side is still present,” he answered. “And you’re not weak for it.”

His tone was steady enough that the tension in my chest loosened. He wasn’t judging me. He wasn’t trying to make it sound better than it was. He was just honest.

I wiped my face again. “I can’t stop seeing the moment she lunged at me. It keeps replaying.”

Daniel rested his elbows on his knees. “You survived.”

“That doesn’t make it less scary.”

“No,” he said. “It doesn’t. But it means she failed.”

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I stayed quiet. He is me sit in that silence without rushing me.

After a while, he asked. “Do you feel your wolf settling?”

I nodded. “Yeah. She’s tired.”

“So are you.”

He checked the monitors and adjusted the blanket over me.

1 looked at him. “Did I scare you?”

“When you woke up like that?” he asked.

“Yeah.”

“A little,” he answered honestly. “But only because you were in pain, not because of your wolf.”

Some of the fear inside me cracked, “You’re not afraid of her?”

“No,” he said. “Not now. Not then. Not ever.”

That steadiness settled something deep inside me.

“Can you stay for a bit?” I asked.

He nodded and sat back in the chair.

I leaned against the pillow. After a few minutes, he asked, “Do you want to tell me what else you remember? Or do you want to rest first?”

I thought about it. “I remember screaming for help,” I said slowly. “I remember thinking the baby was in danger. I remember I couldn’t shift. My body wasn’t responding. And then the pain hit. Everything blurred.”

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