Bound To The Broken Alpha (Amy and Daniel) novel Chapter 351

CLARA

Elias had made that clear without saying it outright.

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I turned my head slightly and looked at Mark. He slept on his back, one arm flung carelessly over his eyes. Even asleep, he looked tense, like someone who never fully relaxed. I wondered if he felt it too. The pressure. The sense that nothing was as simple as it looked.

I knew one thing for sure.

If I stayed passive, I would disappear. Not dramatically. Not loudly. Just quietly erased.

And I refused to let that happen.

By morning, my decision had hardened into something sharp and steady.

If this was a game, then I would stop pretending I was a piece. I would play.

Elias arrived just after noon.

I felt him before I saw him. His scent reached the hallway first, controlled and unfamiliar, nothing like it used to be. When I opened the door, he stood there calmly, dressed in dark clothes that looked too clean, too deliberate.

“You took your time,” I said.

“I wasn’t aware I was on your schedule,” he replied.

I stepped aside and let him in. Mark was out, supposedly meeting someone connected to Amy. That alone told me how desperate he was to fix what had gone wrong.

Elias took in the living room with a slow glance, his eyes lingering on details most people would miss. He sat without being invited.

“You look better,” he said.

“I’m not,” I replied. “I’m just upright.”

A corner of his mouth twitched. Not a smile.

“You understand why I’m here.”

“I understand you never come without a reason,” I said.

He leaned back slightly. “Good. Saves time.”

Silence stretched between us, heavy but controlled. I could feel it then–how different he was. Not frantic. Not angry. Focused. Whatever had happened to him had stripped something away and replaced it with something colder.

“You’re close to Mark,” Elias said.

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13:04 Mon, Feb 16 J

Chapter 351 Leverage

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There it was.

I kept my face neutral. “He lives with me.”

“That’s proximity,” Elias replied. “And proximity creates access.”

I felt a chill that had nothing to do with fear and everything to do with recognition. He wasn’t asking. He was assessing how useful I could be.

“And Amy?” I asked carefully.

His eyes lifted to mine. “Mark wants to make things right with her.”

I scoffed lightly. “That will never happen.”

“People say that until it does,” Elias said. “He’s persistent. And guilt makes people predictable.”

I understood then what he wanted.

Mark was trying to crawl back into Amy’s good graces. Elias wanted me close enough to guide that effort. To listen. To report. To turn small details into leverage.

He wanted to use me as a door.

I folded my arms slowly. “You think Daniel will let that happen?”

Elias shrugged. “Daniel is not the obstacle. Amy is.”

The way he said her name tightened something ugly inside me.

“And if Mark succeeds?” I asked.

“Then we learn,” Elias said. “And learning leads to pressure.”

I nodded, as if considering it. Inside, my thoughts were already moving faster.

He thought I was afraid of him.

He wasn’t wrong.

But fear did not mean obedience.

“I’ll help,” I said finally.

His gaze sharpened. “You will?”

“I don’t have many choices,” I replied. “Do I?”

“No,” he said. “You don’t.”

There it was. The unspoken threat. The reminder that I was expendable if I failed.

De what Elias did not realize was that I had already started planning around that truth.

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13:04 Mon, Feb 16 d.

Chapter 351 Leverage

After he left, I stood in the living room for a long time, replaying the conversation in my head.

Elias wanted information.

Mark wanted forgiveness.

Amy wanted peace.

And Daniel wanted control.

Everyone wanted something.

That was where I came in.

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If Mark was serious about making things right with Amy, then he would talk. Not immediately. Not openly. But eventually. And if he talked, I would listen.

I would smile. I would be supportive. I would be the woman who stood by him while he tried to be better.

I would give Elias just enough to keep him satisfied.

And I would keep the rest for myself.

Because my goal had never changed.

I did not want chaos. I wanted Amy to fall. Quietly. Completely. In a way that could not be undone.

I wanted her authority questioned. Her position weakened. Her world narrowed until there was no room left for her to stand tall.

Obsession was not the right word. It was cleaner than that.

It was purpose.

Mark returned later that evening.

He looked tired. Older somehow. His eyes went to me immediately, searching.

“How are you feeling?” he asked.

“Better,” I said. “How was your day?”

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