Bound To The Broken Alpha (Amy and Daniel) novel Chapter 31

**When Dawn Breaks Slowly Hope Finds Space To Grow by Jin Rowan Vale**
**Chapter 31: Trust What You See**

**AMY**

Just as I crossed the threshold into the elevator, my phone vibrated insistently in my pocket. I pulled it out, and my heart sank. Another email from the same sender.

> Reminder: Please do not be late, Mrs. Amy. We wouldn’t want to come looking for you.

A cold shiver trickled down my spine, and I read the message again, trying to decipher its meaning. The tone felt so wrong—too casual, almost mocking.

My wolf stirred within me, a low growl rumbling in my chest. “This isn’t just a coincidence. It’s a trap.”

“I think you’re onto something,” I murmured back, my voice barely above a whisper. “But if it is a trap, we’ll uncover who’s behind it.”

As the elevator doors slid open, I spotted Cole waiting for me, casually leaning against the wall near the exit, his posture relaxed but his eyes sharp with concern.

“Everything okay, Luna?” he asked, straightening up, his brow furrowing slightly as he took in my expression.

I nodded, though my movements felt stiff and forced. “I just need a ride to the police department,” I replied, trying to keep my tone light.

His eyes narrowed, a flicker of concern passing through them. “Police department? Why on earth would you need to go there?”

“I’ll explain in the car,” I insisted, mustering a weak smile that I hoped would reassure him.

He gave a brief nod, but I could sense his unease. Silently, we made our way to the car, his expression cautious, as if he were bracing for something terrible.

Once we were on the road, I turned my gaze out the window, watching the Carter building shrink away in the distance. A heavy weight settled in my stomach, twisting uncomfortably.

Daniel’s voice echoed in my mind like a distant warning. “Be careful, Amy. They’ll test you in ways you don’t expect.”

I didn’t respond aloud; instead, I tightened my grip around my phone, my thoughts racing as the cityscape blurred by. What awaited me at the end of this drive?

Cole drove in silence, his hands gripping the steering wheel with a tension that suggested he was fighting to keep his anger at bay. I couldn’t blame him. A summons to the police station wasn’t exactly anyone’s idea of a pleasant morning, especially considering the chaos of the night I had just endured.

The atmosphere inside the car felt thick with unspoken worries, and Daniel’s voice lingered in my mind, a constant reminder of the precarious situation I found myself in. *”Listen to me, Amy. Trust what you see, not what they show you.”* His words replayed in my head, offering me both strength and a tightening knot of anxiety in my stomach.

When we finally pulled up to the station, Cole parked right in front of the entrance and turned to face me. “Are you sure you don’t want me to come in with you?” he asked, concern etched across his features.

I offered a small nod, trying to project confidence. “I’ll be fine. It’s just questioning. Mrs. Carter said I should handle it myself, remember?”

He frowned, clearly unconvinced by my reassurances, but he didn’t press the issue. “Just call me if things get weird,” he said, his voice low and serious.

I forced a half-hearted smile. “Cole, everything in my life has been weird since the moment I stepped into that house.”

He chuckled softly, though his worry still hung in the air between us like a thick fog. I exited the car and made my way toward the building. The moment I stepped inside, I was hit by a sharp, jarring mix of perfume, sweat, and the unmistakable scent of coffee. The station buzzed with the sounds of murmuring voices, papers rustling, and phones ringing in a chaotic symphony.

A female officer guided me through a long, dimly lit hallway and into a small room that smelled faintly of disinfectant and aged wood. Inside, three officers awaited me—two men and a woman. The man seated in the center had a thick file sprawled open in front of him. “Miss Amy Carter?” he inquired, his tone formal.

“Yes,” I replied, taking a seat, my heart racing.

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