Bound To The Broken Alpha (Amy and Daniel) novel Chapter 321

Chapter 321 Four Hours Of Footage

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I watched the footage again, even though I’d seen it a dozen times already. My hands were tight on the edge of the desk, and my wolf kept shifting beneath the surface, restless, taut, ready to strike.

That video didn’t make sense. Amy… she wasn’t acting on her own. She couldn’t be. Something -or someone–was behind it.

I called Cole into my office. “I want you and two of our cleanest wolves at the hotel,” I said. My voice was calm, but the tension behind it made the air thrum. “No one else. I don’t want leaks.”

Cole nodded immediately. “Understood. Which one?”

“The one from the footage,” I said, sliding him the hotel info. “And start with the cameras. Every angle, every timestamp. And be discreet. I don’t want anyone panicking or hiding things because they know we’re watching.”

Cole left, and I sank back into my chair, trying to push down the anger, the protective rage. My wolf was snapping at every corner of my mind, warning me, urging me to go there myself. But I couldn’t risk losing control in front of staff or witnesses. Not now.

Hours later, Cole reported in. “We checked the footage,” he said over the secure line. “The manager’s acting nervous, and four hours of footage are missing. Someone paid well to clean it out.”

I slammed my fist on the desk. The sound rattled through the office, but I kept my tone low on the call. “Any idea who?”

“No,” Cole replied. “But the manager’s sweating bullets. We also spoke to the night attendant. Claims Amy could barely walk straight, looked disoriented. We think she was… drugged.”

My wolf stirred violently. Fury and fear tangled together, raw and immediate. My hands clenched, jaw tight. “She was guided,” I said quietly, almost to myself. “This wasn’t her choice. She didn’t wander. She was led.”

Cole’s voice was calm, precise. “Sir, she didn’t choose that path. Whoever did this made sure she followed it.”

I ran my fingers through my hair, trying to think. Trying to focus. The anger shifted slowly from Amy because she was never the target to whoever orchestrated this.

Whoever had manipulated her, used her, and then tried to frame her. My wolf growled low in my mind, but I held him back. I couldn’t confront anyone yet. Not here. Not without a plan.

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“Good,” I said. “Check the financial records. See if anyone paid the hotel any unusual transfers. Find out who had access to that room or the surveillance system. I want everything we can get on them. And keep Amy out of it. She’s not to know.”

“Yes, sir,” Cole replied.

After the call, I grabbed my jacket and left the office. The drive was silent except for the engine hum. My mind replayed the video over and over, focusing not on Amy’s face, not on Mark, but on the subtle clues–the way she moved, the way her hand lingered on the rail, the slight hesitation in her steps.

She hadn’t been walking freely. Someone had been pulling her, guiding her through the hotel, orchestrating every motion.

I pulled my truck into a quiet spot near the edge of the territory and closed my eyes for a moment. My wolf stretched inside me, tense, anxious. I could feel him tracking, sensing the subtle vibrations left by whoever had done this. The fear they’d instilled in Amy, the manipulation—it was personal.

“Not her,” I whispered aloud. “Not Amy.”

Cole called again, voice steady. “Sir, we tracked the hotel manager’s movements after that night. Nothing concrete yet, but he’s been in contact with someone off–property. We’re cross- referencing names with past rogue activity and known associates of Mark. Could take a few hours.”

I exhaled slowly. I needed to trust him, trust the team, but my wolf’s instincts wouldn’t let me. I wanted to hunt.

I wanted to track. I wanted to find whoever had done this and tear them down before they could even think of touching Amy again. But I couldn’t. Not yet.

Instead, I focused on what I could do–gather facts, gather proof, and protect her. I tapped my fingers on the wheel, eyes fixed on the road, replaying the hotel’s hallway, the room layout, imagining the path she had taken.

My stomach tightened. Whoever had done this knew her, knew us, knew how far they could push. And that scared me more than I wanted to admit.

Finally, I stopped at the edge of the packhouse. The sun was dipping low, casting long shadows over the land. I stayed in the truck for a moment, letting the silence settle around me. But my wolf’s energy didn’t settle. He wanted action. He wanted answers.

Cole called one more time before I could even step out. “Sir, the room attendant mentioned someone paid in cash, but the denominations were unusual. Couldn’t track the source. But they had access to the staff keycard system. That’s how the video block happened.”

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