Bound To The Broken Alpha (Amy and Daniel) novel Chapter 345

Chapter 345 Husband Or CEO

AMY

He smiled. “You’re awake.”

“Barely,” I replied. “What time is it?”

“Early enough to ignore meetings for a bit.”

I shifted onto my back and looked at the ceiling. “That sounds weird coming from you.”

He leaned down and brushed a light kiss against my forehead. “I already made the call.”

I turned to him fully. “What call?”

“I told the chef not to prepare breakfast.”

That got my attention. I pushed myself up on my elbows. “You canceled breakfast?”

“Yes.”

“Daniel,” I said slowly, “do you know how much chaos that causes in this house?”

He chuckled. “I can handle it.”

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He looked relaxed. No suit. No phone in his hand. Just him, wearing a simple shirt, hair still slightly messy.

“I wanted us to do it together,” he said. “Cook. Talk. Be… us.”

Something settled in my chest. “Okay.”

We got out of bed and changed casually. No rush. No guards hovering. When we walked into the kitchen, it was quiet. The staff had stepped back like Daniel asked. The space felt bigger without all the movement.

I leaned against the counter. “So,” I said, “what exactly is

plan, Alpha?”

He opened the fridge and looked inside. “Eggs. Toast. Maybe something simple.”

“That’s your apology meal?” I teased.

“It’s a start,” he replied.

I moved beside him and reached for a bowl. “Then at least let me help. You don’t get credit if I just watch.

He handed me the eggs. “Deal.”

we had done this a hundred times before. He cracked eggs

We moved around each other easily, like carefully, concentrating more than necessary. I noticed.

“You’re overthinking it,” I said.

“I don’t want to mess it up,” he replied.

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“It’s eggs,” I said. “Not a merger.”

He glanced at me. “Everything feels higher risk lately.”

I softened. “This isn’t.”

That seemed to help. He relaxed a bit.

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As I whisked the eggs, he set the pan on the stove. Our arms brushed once, then again. Neither of us moved

away.

“This feels… good,” he said quietly.

“It does,” I agreed.

He added butter to the pan and waited for it to melt. I poured the eggs in slowly.

“You know,” he said, “I missed this more than I realized.”

“The cooking?” I asked.

“No,” he replied. “The quiet. The normal moments.”

I nodded. “So did I.”

We worked side by side, talking about small things. The garden. A meeting that could wait. A movie we never finished watching months ago.

At one point, he reached past me for the salt, his hand resting briefly on my waist. It wasn’t possessive. Just there.

I looked up at him. “You’re being very touchy for someone handling hot pans.”

He smiled. “You make me forget where I am.”

I shook my head but smiled back.

We plated the food together and sat at the kitchen island instead of the dining table. It felt right.

“This is actually good,” I said after the first bite.

He raised an eyebrow. “Actually?”

“I had low expectations,” I admitted.

He laughed. “Rude.”

We ate slowly. No phones. No inter s

“I meant what I said last night,” he said between bites. “About wanting us to be happy again.”

“I know,” I replied. “And I believe you.”

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He reached for my hand across the counter. “I don’t want to let fear make decisions for me anymore.”

“Then don’t,” I said. “We’re stronger when we choose each other first.”

He squeezed my fingers. “Always.”

After breakfast, we cleaned up together. I washed while he dried. It was simple. Comfortable.

“You realize,” I said, “this might be the most rebellious thing you’ve done all week.”

He smiled. “Skipping meetings or cooking with my wife?”

“Both,” I replied.

When we were done, he leaned back against the counter and pulled me gently toward him. I rested my head against his chest. His heartbeat was steady.

“This is what I want to protect,” he said softly.

“We will,” I answered. “Together.”

For the first time in days, the house felt like home again.

I didn’t realize how much I missed routine until it returned without resistance.

The day after we cooked together, Daniel and I slipped back into our usual rhythm. Not the cold, distant version we had been stuck in for weeks, but the one that existed before suspicion crept into everything.

We woke up early. He reviewed reports at the dining table while I skimmed emails on my tablet, our legs brushing under the wood like it was the most natural thing in the world.

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