Bound To The Broken Alpha (Amy and Daniel) novel Chapter 32

**When Dawn Breaks Slowly Hope Finds Space To Grow by Jin Rowan Vale**
**Chapter 32: You Were Bitten?**

**AMY**

“I had proof. She hurt herself and framed me.” My voice trembled slightly as I spoke, the weight of my words hanging in the air.

Cole let out a slow, deliberate breath, shaking his head in disbelief. “That woman is dangerous,” he replied, his tone grave, as if he were stating a fact that was as clear as day.

“Tell me about it,” I muttered, my gaze fixed on the ground as we made our way toward the exit. “And she’s far from finished.”

“What do you mean?” he asked, his brow furrowing with concern.

I glanced around, instinctively lowering my voice to a whisper. “Daniel warned me this morning. He said she’d pull something like this. I don’t know how he knew, but he did.”

Cole’s expression shifted, a sharp look piercing through the dim light of the hallway. “Amy… Daniel’s still in a coma.”

I halted at the door, locking eyes with him, my heart racing. “I know. But I heard him. I swear, he spoke to me through the link.”

For a moment, Cole was silent, his gaze distant as if he were grappling with an unseen force. I could feel the wolf energy flickering behind his eyes, sensing something I couldn’t quite articulate. Finally, he muttered, “That’s not supposed to be possible.”

I crossed my arms defensively, frustration bubbling within me. “Yeah, well, neither is half of what’s been happening to me lately.”

“Have you told anyone?” Cole asked, his voice laced with a hint of panic.

“Um… no?” I replied, uncertainty creeping into my voice.

“Then you shouldn’t,” he said flatly, his tone leaving no room for debate.

“Why?” I pressed, my curiosity piqued.

“That’s all I can say as your personal bodyguard. No one should know as long as you want to be alive. My life depends on this too.”

His words hung in the air like a heavy fog, making everything feel even more surreal. As we stepped outside into the evening chill, an unsettling sensation washed over me. The world felt too still, too quiet, as if it were holding its breath.

Cole started the car, but just as we were about to pull away, his phone buzzed insistently. He glanced at the screen, and his expression hardened, a shadow passing over his features. “What is it?” I asked, my heart racing.

He handed me the phone, and I quickly glanced at the message. It was short, devoid of any name—just a number.

“You may have cleared your name today, but you’ve just made yourself a bigger target.”

The timestamp read: 19:40 Thu, Dec 11.

My pulse quickened, a rush of adrenaline flooding my veins.

Cole muttered under his breath, “Who the hell is this?”

I turned my gaze out the window, unease settling in my stomach. The world outside appeared normal, but my wolf was restless, pacing inside me, growling softly. I felt it—something or someone was watching us.

“We need to get out of here,” I whispered urgently.

Cole nodded, starting the engine and pulling onto the road. The farther we drove from the station, the heavier the air felt, as if an invisible weight was pressing against my chest, suffocating me.

As we approached the estate gates, a faint voice brushed through my mind, sending a chill down my spine. “Amy…”

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