Bound To The Broken Alpha (Amy and Daniel) novel Chapter 28

**Chapter 28: I Will Handle It**

**AMY**

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**Finished**

Cole’s arm encircled my shoulders as we made our way to the car, a protective gesture that hinted at his concern. It felt as though he feared I might shatter under the weight of everything that had just transpired. My legs, still burdened by the remnants of the ordeal, felt as though they were anchored to the floor of that dimly lit hallway. The chill in the night air outside the building was sharper than usual, prompting me to pull my jacket tighter around myself, seeking a semblance of warmth amidst the cold.

Without uttering a single word, he opened the passenger door for me. I climbed inside, my gaze fixated on my hands resting in my lap. The faint red marks on my wrist, remnants of that thing’s grip, seemed to pulse with a life of their own. I rubbed them absentmindedly, trying to convince myself that everything was alright, that I was fine.

The drive unfolded in a heavy silence, the only sounds punctuating the stillness were the rhythmic hum of the tires on the asphalt and the soft tapping of Cole’s fingers against the steering wheel. I could feel the tension in the air, thick and unyielding, as my mind raced with thoughts I could not yet articulate.

After what felt like an eternity, Cole broke the silence. “You sure you don’t want to call Mrs. Carter? She might need to know what happened.” His voice was gentle, but the suggestion sent a wave of anxiety through me.

I shook my head, my heart heavy. “Not yet. I can’t explain it to her until I understand it myself. She’d only panic.” The very thought of Mrs. Carter’s worry made my stomach twist.

Cole nodded in understanding, sensing my reluctance to delve deeper into the chaos swirling in my mind. He respected my silence, knowing I wasn’t ready for a barrage of questions. The whisper from the mind-link echoed in my head, a haunting reminder that someone out there knew my name, and that knowledge made my wolf restless, prowling beneath my skin.

Upon arriving at the Carter estate, the guards at the gate straightened, their posture shifting from relaxed to alert as they recognized Cole’s car. The gates swung open without hesitation. The mansion’s lights burned brightly against the night, illuminating the figure of Mrs. Carter as she paced anxiously by the front window, her worry palpable even from a distance.

Cole parked the car and turned to me, his expression softening. “You don’t have to say anything if you don’t want to. I’ll handle it.” His reassurance wrapped around me like a comforting blanket.

Grateful for his support, I nodded, knowing that my voice would likely betray the turmoil inside me. As we approached the door, it swung open before we could reach it. Mrs. Carter emerged, her eyes wide with concern. “Amy, what happened? You look pale.”

I mustered a weak smile, but before I could form a response, Cole interjected smoothly, “She had a bad headache at work, ma’am. I didn’t want her driving home alone.”

Instantly, Mrs. Carter’s expression softened, her maternal instincts kicking in. “Oh, you should’ve called earlier.”

“I thought it would pass,” I murmured, my eyes dropping to the ground. The lie felt minuscule compared to the truth, but it was necessary. I didn’t want to burden her with thoughts of supernatural threats looming over her company.

Cole placed a reassuring hand on my back. “She just needs to rest. I’ll make sure she gets inside safely.”

Mrs. Carter nodded, her worry momentarily alleviated. “Good. The house doctor left something for migraines. I’ll have the maid bring it up. Thank you, Cole, for bringing her home.”

“Anytime, ma’am,” he replied politely, then lowered his voice, turning to me. “Get some sleep. We’ll talk tomorrow.”

I nodded again, fatigue weighing heavily on me. “Thanks, Cole. For… everything.”

A faint smile crossed his lips. “You’d do the same for any of us. Try not to think too much tonight.”

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