Bound To The Broken Alpha (Amy and Daniel) novel Chapter 326

Chapter 326 Trouble

CLARA

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The witch manor sat at the edge of the old road, stone walls blackened by time and bad decisions. No guards. No lights. Just the low hum in the air that always made my skin itch.

I shoved the door open and stepped inside.

“Come out,” I said. “Now.”

Candles flared to life along the walls, one after the other. The smell hit me next–sweet and sharp, like burnt sugar and herbs left too long in water.

“You’re loud tonight,” the witch said from the shadows. That usually means regret.”

I turned toward her voice. She stood near the long table at the center of the room, sleeves rolled up, hands stained dark from whatever she’d been grinding. Her eyes flicked over me, slow and knowing.

“You lied to me,” I snapped.

She raised a brow. “Did I?”

“The potion,” I said. “You said it would twist her emotions. You said it would make her reckless. You didn’t say it would wear off this fast.”

The witch sighed and wiped her hands on a cloth. “I said it would soften her will. I never promised permanence.”

I stepped closer. “She’s remembering.”

That got her attention.

The witch straightened. “Memory fragments?”

“Yes,” I said sharply. “Which means your work was sloppy.”

Her mouth curved into something like a smile. “Or it means she’s stronger than you planned.”

I clenched my fists. “Don’t turn this on me.”

She tilted her head. “You came to me. You asked for something subtle. Something that wouldn’t leave marks. I delivered.”

“You delivered a mess,” I said. “I wanted her to destroy herself quietly. One mistake. One scandal. Enough to put the Council on her back and Daniel at odds with her

“And she did kiss Mark,” the witch said calmly. “Publicly enough to be recorded.”

I swallowed. The memory still made my stomach twist. Amy’s face. Confused. Soft. Trusting the pull I fed

her.

“Yes,” I said. “But now Daniel is digging.”

The witch shrugged. “Alphas dig. That’s what they do.”

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“I paid you,” I said. “Well.”

“You paid for influence,” she replied. “Not in control.”

Anger surged hot and sharp. “You’re playing word games.”

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She stepped closer, her eyes cold now. “You’re the one who pushed for more. You wanted the bond shaken. You wanted the Luna humiliated. You wanted the pack divided.”

I didn’t deny it.

“She doesn’t deserve what she has,” I said. “She walked in and took everything. The title. The power. Him.”

The witch studied me. “And Mark?”

My jaw tightened. “Mark is useful.”

She laughed quietly. “You altered Amy’s emotions to pull her toward a man she despises. You made her follow a scent that wasn’t hers. That takes precision.”

“And you failed,” I said again.

Her eyes flashed. “Careful.”

I leaned forward. “Fix it.”

The witch’s expression hardened. “No.”

“What do you mean no?” I demanded.

“I mean you’re done,” she said. “The moment memory started creeping back, the risk doubled. I won’t have an Alpha’s mate tearing my doors down.”

“You already have one tearing them down,” I snapped.

She lifted her hand.

The air shifted.

Pressure slammed into my chest, forcing me back a step. Then another. My ears rang. My wolf snarled inside me, confused and furious.

“I warned you,” the witch said, her voice steady. “You came angry. That makes you sloppy.”

I braced myself. “You don’t scare me.”

“You should be terrified,” she said. “Because you don’t understand what you stirred.”

The candles flared bright. The symbols etched into the floor glowed faintly.

I tried to step forward again.

The floor buckled.

Pain shot through my legs as I was thrown back toward the door, invisible force slamming into me like a wall. I hit the wood hard, breath knocked out of me.

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“Get out,” the witch said. “And don’t come back.”

I struggled to my feet, shaking. “You owe me.”

“I owe you nothing,” she replied. “And if you’re smart, you’ll disappear before this turns on you.”

The door flew open behind me.

I stumbled out into the night, the cold air biting into my skin. The door slammed shut on its own.

I stood there for a moment, chest heaving, anger buzzing under my skin.

Then I turned and left.

The house was dark when I got back.

Too dark.

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I slowed as I stepped inside, my senses stretching out. The air felt heavy. Familiar. Sharp with a scent I knew too well.

“Where were you?”

The voice came from the sitting room.

I froze.

Mark sat in the chair by the window, body relaxed, hands folded. The lights were off, but his eyes glowed faintly in the dark, his wolf just close enough to the surface to make a point.

I forced a laugh. “Out.”

His gaze didn’t shift. “Out where?”

I kicked off my shoes, keeping my movements casual. “Does it matter?”

“Yes,” he said quietly.

I swallowed. “I needed air.”

“You smell like herbs,” he said. “And old magic.”

My pulse jumped.

I turned toward him, folding my arms. “You don’t get to interrogate me.”

He stood slowly. “You don’t get to lie to me.”

“I’m not lying,” I snapped. “I just didn’t think you needed details.”

His eyes narrowed. “You didn’t tell me you were seeing witch.”

I stiffened. “I didn’t see anyone.”

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