Bound To The Broken Alpha (Amy and Daniel) novel Chapter 300

Chapter 300 Another Transaction

AMY

“I’m not alone.”

He touched my face lightly, almost unsure. “Then stop acting like you are.”

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The tension between us came back fast and strong. His thumb brushed my cheek. I didn’t move away.

“I’m trying,” I said quietly.

“Try harder.”

The door suddenly opened, and we jerked apart.

One of Daniel’s security guards stepped inside. “Alpha–sorry–both of you. We have movement outside.”

Daniel was instantly alert. “Where?”

“North entrance. Car parked, no one inside. The plate belongs to Mark.”

I stood. “Show the footage.”

The guard handed over a tablet. The camera showed a black sedan, engine off, sitting at the curb.

Empty.

No movement.

No driver.

Daniel cursed. “He’s taunting us.”

No. He was taunting me.

“We’re not waiting to see who gets out of that car,” I said. “Lock down the building.”

Daniel nodded once. “Done.”

The guard ran out.

Daniel looked at me again. “This is going to get worse before it gets better.”

Everything changed after the car incident. Daniel kept the building locked down until dawn. I didn’t sleep. I worked. He hovered. It was our rhythm now.

By morning, the pack’s patrol logs hit my phone one after another–alerts, flagged movements, unexplained tracks near the northern border. Not rogues. Not humans. Something organized.

I walked into the meeting room with coffee in one hand and my tablet in the other. The place was already full. Daniel stood at the head of the table, arms crossed, eyes sharp. His presence grounded the entire

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Cole nodded at me. “Amy. You should see this first.”

He slid a tablet across the table. I pressed play on the video. Night vision footage showed a formation moving through the trees–six figures, dark clothing, fast, coordinated, Not random. Not messy.

“Not rogues,” I said.

“No,” Cole replied. “They moved like they trained together.”

Daniel leaned over my shoulder. “They didn’t break the border. They stopped right at the edge.”

“Testing us,” I said.

“Or counting us,” he muttered.

Before I could respond, Alpha Rowan from the neighboring pack cleared his throat loudly.

“We wouldn’t be dealing with this,” he said, “if Amy hadn’t created such a mess by going after Mark.”

The room tightened instantly.

Daniel’s eyes lifted. Calm. Cold. Dangerous.

“You want to say that again?” Daniel asked quietly.

Rowan shifted but didn’t back down. “You dismantled a member of your own pack. Publicly. Brutally. Rogues see instability and move toward it.”

I sat straighter. “I dismantled a traitor. A man who funded rogue activity and handed them our weaknesses like gifts.”

Rowan scoffed. “And now we’re dealing with the consequences.”

Daniel stepped forward.

“You don’t get to blame her for threats caused by a man you defended at the last council meeting. If you think you can speak to her like that in my territory, you’re mistaken.”

Rowan’s mouth snapped shut.

I didn’t need Daniel to defend me–but I also didn’t stop him. There were moments where his dominance wasn’t a show. It was a fact the room needed to remember.

I turned back to Cole, “What else?”

“Tracks. Mixed scents. Something masked. And one more thing.” He looked at Daniel. “We found an object

at the treeline.”

He placed a metal disk on the table. It was small, black, and smooth. A tracker.

Daniel frowned. “Military grade.”

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Cole nodded. “Not ours. And not rogue–made.”

I didn’t like any of it.

“We’ll set up a wider perimeter,” Daniel said: “I want drones in the sky and double shifts until further notice.”

Cole nodded and left to coordinate.

Rowan and the other alphas exchanged looks but didn’t argue. They left soon after, clearly trying not to look rattled.

When the door shut, Daniel looked at me. “Say it.”

“I didn’t say anything.”

“You’re thinking something.”

“Yes,” I said. “This wasn’t a random scouting group. This was a message.”

He nodded slowly. “Elias.”

We didn’t need more words.

By noon, I was back in my office, staring at my screen. My tech consultant, Mira, was on video call wearing three pairs of glasses–her usual chaotic look.

“Okay,” she said, tapping on her keyboard. “I cracked the offshore account.”

“Show me.”

Files opened one after another. Purchase histories. Transfer logs. Property maps.

I leaned closer. “What am I looking at?”

“Everything Elias bought in the last six months.”

Daniel stepped behind me again, reading over my shoulder.

Mira zoomed into the map.

Warehouse. Storage facility. Old mechanic shop. Another warehouse. An abandoned apartment block.

All positioned around the pack’s territory like puzzle pieces forming a quiet ring.

“What the hell is he building?” I whispered.

Mira shrugged. “A staging ground. Or a blockade. Or a pressure point. He’s not stupid. He’s setting up a circle around your entire life.”

I frowned. “What do you mean?”

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