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…”

Cole fought with a precision that was awe-inspiring. He didn’t hesitate, nor did he show any mercy. His movements were clean and practiced, a testament to his training. The gray wolf attempted to circle him, but Cole anticipated every move, protecting me not just as a bodyguard, but as if my safety meant something deeply personal to him. Every time the attacker got too close to the car, Cole forced it back with a fierce determination.

But then another shadow emerged, smaller and faster. It darted straight for me.

“Cole!” I screamed, panic rising in my throat.

He turned just in time to see it leap toward me. He moved, but not fast enough. Its claws raked across my arm before he tackled it mid-air, slamming it to the ground.

A searing pain shot through my skin. I looked down, horrified to see blood soaking through my sleeve. Dizziness washed over me, and I could feel my wolf snarling weakly, trying to heal the wound, but the burning sensation spreading through my veins told me the truth.

“Wolfsbane,” I whispered, the realization crashing over me like a wave.

My hand trembled as I pressed it against the bite, trying to stem the flow of blood. My vision blurred at the edges, but I forced myself to focus on Cole, who was still fighting with relentless fury. The first wolf was already limping, while the second tried to escape, but Cole wouldn’t allow it. He tore into it until the world went silent, leaving only the echoes of their battle behind.

He shifted back halfway, not fully human, not fully wolf, and rushed to my side. His eyes glowed a bright gold, filled with urgency. “Amy, stay with me.”

“I’m fine,” I insisted, but my voice lacked conviction, sounding foreign even to my own ears. The burning was too intense, too consuming.

“Don’t lie to me,” he growled, desperation lacing his tone. “You were bitten?”

“Yeah,” I managed to slur, my words barely coherent. “But… I’ll heal.”

“No, not with wolfsbane in your system.” He lifted me out of the car, his arms strong and warm against the chill of the night. “We need to get you to the pack doctor.”

I wanted to argue, to protest against being carried, but my eyelids felt impossibly heavy, and my head dropped against his chest. I could still hear his heartbeat, a steady rhythm that sounded fast and strong, guiding mine to keep going, to hold on just a little longer.