Bound To The Broken Alpha (Amy and Daniel) novel Chapter 362

I didn’t receive the warning as a confession or a plea. It came as fragments–data points, patrol gaps, timestamps that didn’t line up. No names attached.

No emotion layered into it. That alone told me it came from someone who understood how dangerous this had become.

I sat in my office at Carter Holdings when the packet arrived. Amy was in the adjoining conference room, finalizing supply approvals for Northern clinics affected by the border unrest. The timing wasn’t lost on me. Nothing ever was anymore.

I read the report twice, then a third time slower.

Southern patrol movements. Controlled gaps. Rogue coordination. Promises of land.

I closed the file and leaned back. This confirmed what my instincts had been pushing at me for days. The attacks weren’t meant to wipe out border settlements. They were meant to force me to react badly.

I stood and walked into the conference room.

“Amy,” I said, keeping my voice level. “I need you to lock down discretionary spending tied to border logistics. Quietly.”

She looked up from her tablet. “Are we escalating?”

“No,” I replied. “We’re preparing.”

She nodded once. “I’ll reroute approvals through my office only.”

“That’s what I need,” I said. “And if anyone from the South requests emergency cooperation, you delay. No refusals. Just delays.”

Her eyes sharpened. “Understood.”

I left the building within the hour and shifted as soon as I cleared the city limits. My wolf took over easily. It had been waiting.

At the Northern border, the damage was visible but contained. Burned fencing. Broken doors. People shaken but alive. My patrols had done their jobs even before I arrived, but my presence mattered. The Alpha showing up always did.

I addressed the settlement leaders first.

“You stay inside the perimeter tonight,” I told them. “My wolves will handle the rest.”

One of the men hesitated. “They keep coming back.”

“They won’t tonight,” I said.

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Chapter 362 Processing The Situation

That wasn’t bravado. It was planned.

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I gathered my pack leaders near the treeline. Maps were spread across the hood of a patrol vehicle.

“We’re not scattering,” I said. “No wide hunts. No chasing.”

Kara frowned. “They’re hitting multiple points.”

“On purpose,” I replied. “They want us stretched.”

I tapped a location on the map. “We form a narrowing corridor here and here. Let them think they’re slipping through.”

“And when they do?” Rowan asked.

“We close it,” I said. “Alive.”

That earned a few looks.

“Alive?” someone repeated.

“I want leaders breathing,” I said. “Dead wolves don’t talk.”

The first engagement happened just after dusk. Exactly where the report said it would.

The rogues moved in groups of five. Tight. Disciplined. Not starving. Not desperate. That alone told me enough.

We let the first wave pass the outer line. My wolf paced but held. When I gave the signal, we closed the corridor from both sides. No chaos. No unnecessary force.

One tried to break through toward the woods. I intercepted him and took him down hard enough to stun but not break bones.

“Enough,” I growled, shifting back as my pack secured the others.

They were bound and separated before fear could turn them reckless.

I questioned the first one myself.

“Who paid you?” I asked.

He

spat blood and laughed weakly. “Didn’t say paid us. Said promised.”

“Promised what?”

“Land,” he replied. “North Park edges. Said once the lines moved, we’d have space.”

“Who said that?”

“A Southern broker,” he answered. “Didn’t give a name. Didn’t need to.”

“Who guided you here?” I pressed.

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Chapter 362 Processing The Situation

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“Southern patrol routes,” he said. “Cleared paths. Told us where you’d be slow.”

That settled it.

By morning, we had three leaders contained and a dozen statements that all matched. Payments routed through shell channels. Instructions delivered through intermediaries. No direct signatures.

Clean enough to deny. Dirty enough to destroy trust.

I returned to headquarters before dawn. My elders were already waiting.

“This confirms proxy use,” one of them said after reviewing the reports. “Old Southern tactic.”

“They want you to strike openly,” another added. “Make an example.”

I shook my head. “They want me to overstep.”

Silence followed.

“If I retaliate directly,” I continued, “I become the aggressor. If I declare war without public proof, I lose legitimacy.”

“So what do you do?” Kara asked.

I looked at the map again. “I tighten the board.”

Over the next two days, we reinforced civilian protections and publicly announced humanitarian patrols only. No mention of the captured rogues. No accusations. Just stability.

Behind the scenes, I moved quietly.

Intelligence teams expanded. Supply chains hardened. Amy received more authority internally, not less. If they were attacking my economy alongside my territory, I wouldn’t leave either exposed.

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