Bound To The Broken Alpha (Amy and Daniel) novel Chapter 318

Chapter 318 Losing Luna Right

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I didn’t sleep that night. Daniel didn’t come back to the room, and every hour that passed made the silence heavier. I stayed on the couch, staring at the wall because doing anything else felt pointless.

My mind kept replaying his face from earlier–the shock, the pain, the anger he tried so hard to control. It stuck to me like glue, refusing to fade no matter how long I sat there.

My wolf stayed quiet. Like she didn’t know what to feel anymore. I couldn’t blame her. I didn’t even understand myself.

I spent the morning walking in circles around the room. I tried to mind–link Daniel a few times, but he didn’t answer. I thought about going downstairs to look for him, but the memory of how he pushed me the night before held me back. I didn’t want to trigger him again. I didn’t want to make things worse.

When his mind–link finally came through, I froze on the spot.

“Amy. Come to the garden.”

I answered with a simple “okay” and left the room before I changed my mind.

The house was unusually quiet. Even the guards looked away slightly, like they didn’t want to meet my eyes. I wasn’t sure if it was judgment, pity, or discomfort. Maybe it didn’t matter.

The garden was the same as always–trimmed hedges, clean stone paths, soft morning light. But standing there felt different. I found Daniel near the far end, his back turned to me.

His posture told me everything. Straight shoulders, stiff stance, hands in his pockets. He looked like someone trying to get a grip on something slipping out of his hands.

He didn’t turn around when he spoke. “Thanks for coming.”

His voice was calm, but it wasn’t warm. It wasn’t even cold. It was controlled. Too controlled.

I stepped closer. “Daniel, can we talk about-”

“Not now,” he said. “I already had a Council meeting this morning. We’ll have another one later, but there’s something I need to tell you before that happens.”

My throat tightened. “Okay.”

He finally turned to face me. His eyes were tired and red, like he hadn’t slept at all either. The

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hurt was still there, deep and sharp, but he wasn’t showing it the way he did yesterday.

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This version of him hurt more to look at–quiet, distant, holding everything in so tightly he looked like he might crack.

“I need you to stay away from Carter Holdings for a while,” he said.

The words hit me harder than I expected. “What? Why?”

“It’s better for now,” he said. “With everything going on….the Council, the rumors, the tabloids pushing stories about us…it’s safer if you stay off public grounds connected to the pack.”

“But I work there,” I said. “It’s my life. My routine.”

“I know,” he said softly. “But it’s temporary.”

“Temporary how?” I asked. “A day? A week? Months?”

He didn’t answer right away. That silence said enough.

I felt my stomach twist. “Daniel, that’s-”

He raised his hand gently. “I’m not punishing you. This isn’t about punishing you. I’m trying to keep things from blowing up while we figure this out.”

I nodded slowly, even though it didn’t make the weight in my chest lighter. I understood the logic. I understood the politics behind it. But understanding it didn’t stop it from hurting like hell.

Then he took a slow breath, and I knew something worse was coming.

“There’s something else,” he said.

I braced myself. He looked straight into my eyes. No anger. No shouting. Just a hard truth he clearly didn’t want to say but had decided to anyway.

“I need you to return the family heirloom I gave you.”

Everything inside me turned cold.

I stared at him. “The bracelet?”

He nodded once.

My fingers curled slightly. I wore it every day. It wasn’t a piece of jewelry to me. It meant something deeper–trust.

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A Carter heirloom wasn’t some random object. Once given, it symbolized unity. Permanence. Even before a formal marking.

And now he was asking for it back.

“Why?” My voice shook. I hated that it did.

“It’s tradition,” he said, keeping his tone steady. “When there’s conflict between mates, the item is held by the Alpha Council until things are settled. It prevents outside assumptions.”

“That’s not true,” I whispered. “The Council doesn’t even handle heirlooms. They’ve never done that.”

He didn’t deny it.

So this wasn’t about tradition. He just wanted it back.

The truth hit me in the chest so sharply that I lost my breath for a moment. I swallowed hard and looked away, trying not to fall apart right in front of him. My throat burned. My hands shook.

“Daniel…” I tried to speak, but the words stuck.

He took a small step back–not away from me, more like he was giving himself distance so he wouldn’t reach out. That hurt the most. He had always reached for me. Even in our worst arguments, he reached.

“I’m not rejecting you,” he said quietly. “I need you to know that.”

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