Bound To The Broken Alpha (Amy and Daniel) novel Chapter 357

Chapter 357 Just The Truth

DANIEL

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I received the first report just before dawn, while the city was still quiet and Carter Holdings‘ overnight numbers were loading on my tablet.

The message came through the Northern patrol channel, marked urgent. Three settlements near the outer woods had been hit. No fatalities confirmed yet, but several injured. Homes damaged. Livestock gone.

Rogue wolves.

I read the report twice, slowly and carefully. Rogues were not uncommon along borders, but this felt different. The locations were too precise. The timing was too clean.

I closed the tablet and stood. By the time the sun rose, I was already pulling on my boots.

I didn’t delegate this. I didn’t send an emissary. I went myself.

The drive north took less than an hour, but the change in scenery was immediate. Glass towers gave way to gravel roads. Security fences disappeared.

Trees pressed closer, thicker, older. These were the people who lived where the territory blurred into wilderness. They paid their dues to the pack but rarely asked for anything in return.

That was why the attacks bothered me.

When I arrived, the settlement was quiet in a way that felt wrong. Not peaceful. Careful. People watched from doorways. Children were pulled back inside when they saw my vehicle.

I stepped out and let my presence settle. No announcement. No display. Just the truth of who I was.

“Alpha Daniel,” one of the elders said as he approached. His voice was steady, but his shoulders were tight. “We didn’t expect you so soon.”

“You reported fast,” I replied. “That matters.”

He nodded and gestured toward the damaged homes. Claw marks ran along wooden walls.

“How many?” I asked.

“Five,” he said. “Maybe six. They moved like they knew the paths.”

I crouched and pressed my hand to the earth. The scent was still there. Not strong, but clear enough for my wolf to recognize it. These weren’t starving rogues. They were fed. Organized.

“They didn’t fight like loners,” another man said from behind us. “They didn’t rush. They took turns.”

That confirmed it.

I straightened and turned to him. “Did they speak?”

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“No,” he said. “But they signaled. Hand motions. Whistles.”

I felt my jaw tighten.

Rogues didn’t bother with discipline unless someone taught them to.

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I spent the next hour moving through the settlement. I listened more than I spoke. A woman showed me where her door had been forced open, not broken. A teenager described how one of the wolves stood guard while the others searched.

“They knew when to leave,” he said. “Like they were on a clock.”

That detail stayed with me.

Before I left, I gathered them together. I didn’t make promises I couldn’t keep.

“I won’t ask you to relocate,” I said. “This is your land. But patrols will increase. You’ll have direct access to my command line. If anything moves in the woods, you report it.”

One of the elders hesitated. “And if they come back?”

“They won’t come unchallenged,” I said.

That was enough for now.

On the drive back, my phone rang twice. Corporate alerts. Delayed approvals. A logistics vote was postponed without explanation. Quiet resistance. Clean. Legal.

It was the same pattern.

Someone was pressing from two sides.

At headquarters, the tension was subtle but present. People greeted me respectfully, but conversations stopped when I passed. Not fear. Calculation.

In the executive wing, Bella was waiting with a folder in her hands.

“You’re back early sir,” she said.

“Border issue,” I replied. “What’s happening here?”

She handed me the folder. “Three contracts stalled overnight. All cleared legally, but someone requested additional compliance reviews. It slows things without leaving fingerprints.”

“Who initiated it?”

She shook her head. “Layered requests. External consultants. Old shareholders.”

I exhaled slowly.

“They want me distracted,” I said.

Bella frowned. “Distracted from what?”

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“From seeing the pattern.”

Later that evening, I convened a small council. Not the full board. Not the full pack. Just those who understood both sides of my authority.

“They’re testing us,” one of the Northern Alphas said after I explained the situation. “Rogues don’t move like that unless someone’s paying.”

“Or promising,” another added.

I nodded. “Either way, they’re not leading themselves.”

Silence settled over the room.

“What do you want to do?” someone asked.

“Nothing loud,” I said. “Yet. Increase patrols quietly. No retaliation unless necessary. I want them to be comfortable.”

My wolf shifted under my skin at the idea, restless but controlled. It didn’t like restraint, but it understood

strategy.

After the meeting, I stood alone in my office and stared out at the city lights. Two worlds. One Alpha. Both under pressure.

My phone buzzed again. Another border update. Movement detected but no engagement. Scouts reported the rogues pulling back before patrols reached them.

“They’re avoiding contact,” I muttered.

That confirmed it fully.

They weren’t testing strength. They were testing response time.

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