Bound To The Broken Alpha (Amy and Daniel) novel Chapter 30

**Chapter 30: Police Investigation**

**AMY**

As I stepped out of Daniel’s room that night, his voice clung to my thoughts like a soft melody.

“I’ll always talk to you,” he had promised. “No matter what happens, Amy. All you have to do is listen.”

There was a reassuring quality to his tone, a strength that seemed to wrap around me like a warm blanket, calming my racing heart amidst the chaos of the world. I nodded, almost instinctively, whispering back, “Alright, I’ll listen.” I wasn’t sure if he could hear me, but deep down, I hoped he could sense my resolve.

Once I returned to my own room, fatigue washed over me like a tidal wave. I didn’t even bother to change out of my clothes; I simply collapsed onto the bed, my gaze fixed on the ceiling as the weight of the day began to pull me into slumber. For the first time in what felt like an eternity, fear didn’t grip me. The thought of Daniel’s voice, even in the silence, created a cocoon of safety that allowed me to drift off into a deep sleep.

Morning light streamed through my window, casting a soft glow across the room. I groaned softly, rolling over, only to be jolted back to reality by the memory of where I was—the Carter estate. The house always seemed to hold its breath in the mornings, the stillness almost too profound.

Dragging myself out of bed, I shuffled to the bathroom, where I washed away the remnants of sleep. After a quick shower, I dressed for work in a simple yet polished outfit—a cream blouse tucked neatly into black trousers, my hair pulled back into a low bun. I wanted to blend in, to be just another face in the crowd; I had had my fill of unwanted attention lately.

As I caught my reflection in the mirror, I whispered to myself, “Let’s hope for a peaceful day.”

Ah, what a naive wish that was.

The day at work began smoothly enough. I reviewed a few documents, responded to emails, and participated in a virtual meeting, feeling almost normal for the first time in ages. But then, around noon, a ping from my inbox shattered that fleeting sense of calm.

At first, I dismissed it, assuming it was just another update about the company’s quarterly report. But when I opened the email, my heart plummeted into my stomach.

The subject line read: **Police Inquiry Notice.**

My hands froze over the mouse, disbelief washing over me as I read the message twice, convinced I must be dreaming.

*Dear Mrs. Amy Carter,*

*You are requested to appear at the Northern Pack Police Department for questioning regarding an ongoing investigation. Kindly report by 5 p.m. today.*

*Sincerely,*
*Investigation Unit*

I blinked in confusion, trying to comprehend why on earth I would be summoned for questioning. The last time I had been close to any trouble was when Clara unleashed her drama online, but surely that couldn’t have escalated to this level… could it?

With a sharp sigh, I pushed back my chair, muttering under my breath, “Of course. So much for a peaceful day.”

My wolf stirred within me, restless and alert. “This feels wrong,” she murmured, her unease echoing my own.

“I know,” I replied softly. “But we need to find out what’s going on.”

I left my office, my footsteps heavy as I made my way to Mrs. Carter’s office. The hallway seemed to stretch endlessly, each step echoing with an unsettling tension. People greeted me with polite smiles, but I could feel their curious eyes trailing after me, their whispers likely already circulating about the email. News traveled like wildfire in this place.

When I reached Mrs. Carter’s door, I knocked once before entering. She was seated behind her desk, her presence as elegant as ever, flipping through documents with practiced grace. Her calm smile met my anxious gaze.

“Amy,” she said smoothly. “You look troubled.”

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