Bound To The Broken Alpha (Amy and Daniel) novel Chapter 272

Chapter 272 We Meet Again

CLARA

He took a slow sip. “What if Amy fights back?”

“She won’t win.”

He raised a brow. “Confident.”

“Realistic.”

He studied me for a long moment. “All right. We do it your way.”

I nodded once. “Will we meet again here?”

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“No,” he said. “Too risky. I’ll find another spot. This place is for the final step, not planning.”

I understood.

He grabbed his coat. “You should leave first.”

“Fine.”

As I reached the door, he spoke again. “Clara?”

I stopped.

“You know Daniel will come for blood when he finds out.”

I didn’t turn around. “He came for mine first.”

I stepped out into the hallway. The club noise hit me again, louder this time. The men laughed. Women kept their eyes down. No one knew who I was. No one cared. That was why this plan would work.

I pulled up my hood and left through the back exit.

Two days.

That was all I needed.

And Amy would finally pay.

I sat outside the club for almost ten minutes before I finally pulled the burner phone out of my pocket.

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My hands were shaking, but not from fear. Just adrenaline. The kind that hits after running for your life twice in twenty–four hours.

Elias had gone, leaving me alone in the alley behind the underground club, the air thick with smoke from nearby bars.

I stared at the phone screen. I had one number memorized. One I never thought I’d use again.

Mark.

I didn’t want to call him. But I didn’t have a choice. I needed a place to stay that Daniel’s pack wouldn’t think to barge in. And Mark—whether he admitted it or not–was predictable.

He always took the bait when I asked for help.

I dialed the number.

It rang once. Twice. Then he picked up.

“…Hello?”

His voice was older. Rougher. Like he’d swallowed too much smoke and regret over the years. I pressed the phone tighter to my ear.

“It’s me,” I said quietly.

There was a long pause. Too long.

“Clara?”

“Yes.”

Another pause.

“Why are you calling me? You’re being hunted.”

“I know.”

“And you’re calling me,” he repeated. “You’re out of your mind.”

“I didn’t know who else to call.”

He sighed loudly. “That’s not my problem. I left all that mess behind. I don’t want trouble, Clara.”

“I’m not asking for trouble.”

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“You always do. Even when you don’t try.”

My throat tightened, but I pushed through. “I want to come home.”

Silence. A big one.

I kept going. “I’m tired. I’m hiding everywhere. I’m running. I don’t want to run anymore. I’m sorry for everything. I just… I can’t keep doing this.”

He stayed quiet.

“Where are you?”

My chest loosened a little. “I’m close. Just outside the city.”

Another sigh. “I’ll text you an address. It’s not my house. It’s temporary. You come straight. No detours. No drama. You hear me?”

“Yes.”

“Good.”

The address came five minutes later. A run–down residential block on the outskirts of town. Safe enough for a few hours. Maybe a day.

I hid the burner deep in my pocket and walked toward the nearest bus line, keeping my hood low. I didn’t shift. That would draw attention fast. I stayed human, tired, and quiet.

The trip took forty minutes. By the time I reached the street, dawn had started showing at the edge of the sky. The buildings were old and washed out, the kind of place where people minded their business.

Perfect.

Mark stood outside the building with his arms crossed. He looked older. Exhausted. And thinner than I remembered–like he’d been living on microwave meals and stress.

He didn’t smile when he saw me. But he didn’t turn around either. That counted.

I stopped a few steps in front of him. “Mark.”

He looked me up and down. “You look like hell.”

“I know.”

He stepped aside. “Come inside before someone recognizes you.”

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We went up a narrow staircase and into a small apartment that looked barely lived in. A couch, a table, two chairs, and a fridge that hummed louder than the street outside. No pictures. No signs of a job. No life markers.

“Whose place is this?” I asked.

“Someone I know,” he answered. “Doesn’t matter.”

I sat on the couch. He stayed standing, arms folded.

“You smell like gasoline,” he said.

“I had a long night.”

“I figured.”

He dragged a chair across the room and sat in front of me. “Start talking.”

I hesitated.

He tilted his head. “Clara. I didn’t bring you here to stare at me.”

“I escaped the North,” I said. “Daniel caught me once. Dragged me back. Locked me up.”

Mark’s jaw tightened. “He always had a temper.”

“This wasn’t temper. He wasn’t going to let me out again.”

“And you think coming here is better?”

“I needed a place to hide.”

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