Bound To The Broken Alpha (Amy and Daniel) novel Chapter 322

Chapter 322 Mixed Emotions

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I sat on the low stone wall outside the house, my legs swinging back and forth, the evening air brushing against my skin. My thoughts were messy, looping around themselves, trying to fill the gaps from the night I couldn’t remember. Every fragment I tried to grasp slipped away, leaving a hollow frustration behind.

I closed my eyes and let the silence press in. I needed something–anything–that could tell me what had happened. The feeling of confusion wasn’t just emotional; it was physical, a weight in my chest that wouldn’t ease.

I kept thinking about the video, about Daniel’s eyes, about how he’d looked at me that morning. The anger, the disbelief, the hurt–it had cut deeper than I’d imagined.

And then, out of nowhere, a fragment hit me. Sharp, quick, and entirely unbidden.

I gasped and pressed my hands against my face. I was in the parking lot… a hand grabbing my wrist, firm and unyielding. There was a smell, sweet and thick, almost syrup–like, clinging to the air. My vision had started to fade, and a heaviness took over my body. My limbs felt like they didn’t belong to me. I remembered a pull–strong, insistent, guiding me somewhere, but not my choice.

I stumbled to my feet, my heart racing, every instinct on high alert. My wolf stirred beneath the surface, tense and angry, matching my own unease. I wasn’t imagining this. I hadn’t walked to that hotel willingly. Someone had made me go.

I fumbled for my phone and dialed Bella. I needed her insight, her clarity. “Bella,” I said the moment she picked up, voice tight. “Something’s… it’s not right. I remembered a fragment. I was… controlled. Pulled somewhere. There’s this smell–sweet, syrup–like. Do you know–does that mean anything?”

There was a pause on her end, and then her voice, calm but serious, came through. “Amy… that’s exactly what it sounds like. That scent–sweet, sticky, overpowering–is often associated with compulsion or influence spells. Could be wolf magic, could be witchcraft. Whoever did this made sure you couldn’t resist, couldn’t act on your own will.”

I pressed my forehead against the stone wall, trying to process the words. Compulsion. Influence. Someone had forced me. The thought brought a mix of relief and terror. Relief, because I knew now I hadn’t betrayed Daniel by choice. Terror, because someone had the power and audacity to manipulate me like that.

“I… I didn’t—” I started, voice trembling, “I didn’t choose any of it. I wasn’t… myself.”

“I know,” Bella replied firmly. “You were targeted. That’s clear. Whoever did this is skilled. And

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Amy, you need to be careful. They’re not done. They might try again.”

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I nodded, though she couldn’t see me. My wolf stirred again, protective, restless. I wanted Daniel here, wanted his reassurance, but I knew he was still holding himself back. I tried to reach out through our mind–link, calling for him silently.

Nothing.

He was blocking me. I could feel the barrier, firm and unyielding. I swallowed hard and let the frustration roll off. I couldn’t force him. Not yet.

I walked slowly back inside and sank into one of the chairs by the window, staring outside. The memory fragment replayed in my mind.

I dialed Bella again. “Can they—can someone really make me do something against my will like that?” I asked, voice barely above a whisper.

“Yes,” she said without hesitation. “It’s rare, but it happens. Experienced wolves, powerful witches, can manipulate someone without leaving obvious marks. But it also leaves traces–the scent, the memory fragments, the disjointed feeling you’re describing. You got a fragment, Amy. That means the spell wasn’t perfect. You resisted enough to remember. That’s a good thing.”

I nodded to myself, though she couldn’t see it. Good thing. But it didn’t feel good. It felt like a violation, a breach of trust that I hadn’t asked for. My mind kept returning to Daniel, to his pain, to the distance he was keeping. He didn’t know this yet, and I couldn’t blame him. I would have reacted the same way if I had seen the footage first.

I set the phone down and leaned back in the chair, letting my wolf sense the perimeter, the house, the property. My senses were heightened, alert, scanning for any anomaly. But nothing. Quiet. Safe. For now.

I glanced at the clock. Daniel would be home soon.

He pulled up in the truck, engine quiet as he shut it off. His posture was rigid, shoulders tense. The wolf beneath me sensed it immediately, tensing further in response.

I stepped out, keeping my distance.initially. I approached him slowly, carefully, aware of the tension between us. “Daniel…” I said softly, unsure how else to begin.

He didn’t answer. His wolf growled low, restrained but present.

“I need to tell you-” I began again, but he cut me off before I could finish.

“Don’t,” he said, voice low and firm. His eyes locked onto mine, every inch of him radiating authority. “I need to see it for myself first. Then we talk. Until then, I’m not letting my guard down.”

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I nodded, swallowing hard. I could feel his mind probing, testing, sensing. Our wolf senses brushed in the quiet, both tense, both waiting.

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