Bound To The Broken Alpha (Amy and Daniel) novel Chapter 371

nd To The Broken Alpha

Chapter 371 Reclaiming Power

DANIEL

I spent the first hour after Amy showed me the alert doing nothing but confirming it was real.

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I didn’t trust a single report until I saw it from three different internal channels and one external registry.

Ten percent of Qatar Holdings had changed hands quietly, legally, and without triggering any of the safeguards I had put in place over the years.

That alone told me this wasn’t impulsive. It was planned by someone who understood both corporate law and pack politics.

Amy stayed with me at first, sitting across the desk while I made calls. She didn’t interrupt. She didn’t panic. She watched, the same way she always did when something mattered.

After a while, she left the room without a word. That was her way of giving me space without abandoning the problem.

I called the legal head first.

“How did this clear?” I asked.

There was a pause on the line. “It didn’t breach any thresholds that require Alpha override,” he said carefully. “The shares were distributed through layered holding firms. Individually, none crossed a trigger point.”

“So you’re telling me someone broke ten percent into clean fragments,” I said, “walked them through legally, and recombined them.”

“Yes.”

“Without my approval.”

“Yes.”

I closed my eyes briefly. “Can we reverse it?”

“Not without cause,” he replied. “And right now, there’s no violation on record.”

I ended the call without another word.

Next was the board secretary. Same answer. Then compliance. Same answer again, different phrasing. Everything had been done inside the rules. That was the problem. I could fight chaos easily. Order was harder when it was used against me.

By midday, the conference room was full.

Legal. Finance. Security. Two Northern elders who held legacy shares and pack authority. Amy joined us quietly and took her seat beside me. No one questioned it. They knew better.

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I laid out the situation plainly. No dramatics. No raised voice.

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“We are not dealing with a hostile takeover,” I said. “We’re dealing with infiltration. Whoever holds these shares doesn’t want control today. They want access.”

One of the elders, Tomas, leaned forward. “Southern money doesn’t move without purpose.”

“I know,” I said. “That’s why I want options.”

The finance head cleared her throat. “We could attempt a buyback.”

“Already tried,” I replied. “The holding firm declined. They aren’t interested in selling.”

Amy spoke then. “What about dilution?”

“It would require board approval,” the legal head said. “And justification strong enough to withstand challenge. Otherwise, it looks like panic.”

“And panic weakens confidence,” Amy said.

I nodded. “Which is what they want.”

Security reported next. No unusual movements inside the building. No breaches. Everything was quiet. Too quiet.

I dismissed half the room and kept only the elders, Amy, and security.

“This isn’t just corporate,” Tomas said. “This is pack pressure. Southern Alphas don’t invest unless territory is involved.”

“I know,” I replied. “And I can’t respond like an Alpha inside the company.”

‘And you can’t respond like a CEO inside the pack,” the other elder added.

That was the tension. Two roles pulling in opposite directions while the same enemy tested both.

I tried pressure next.

I called in favors. Old alliances. Quiet inquiries. Every response came back the same. The shares were locked. Protected. Held by entities that answered to no one I could compel without starting a formal conflict.

I considered compulsion and dismissed it immediately, Corporate oaths didn’t bend to Alpha will. And using pack authority inside civilian law would give them exactly what they wanted. Proof that I couldn’t separate power from governance,

By evening, nothing had moved.

Amy watched me pace the office. She didn’t tell me to stop. She knew better.

“This feels deliberate,” she said finally. “Not aggressive. Containing.”

“They’re boxing us in,” I replied. “Slowly.”

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She tilted her head. “Who benefits from us reacting too strongly?”

“The Southern Alpha,” I said. “And anyone standing behind him.”

I tried one more angle. An emergency board session under the guise of routine review. The motion to address recent acquisitions stalled immediately.

Too many neutral votes. Too much hesitation. The new shareholders hadn’t spoken once, but their presence was already shaping the room.

When the meeting ended, I stayed seated.

Nothing I had tried worked.

Not authority. Not law. Not leverage.

I felt my wolf stir beneath the surface, restless but contained. He didn’t want to lash out. He wanted clarity. Direction. A target that made sense.

Amy rested her hand briefly on my arm. Grounding. Familiar.

“They want you frustrated,” she said quietly.

“I know.”

“And stretched,” she added.

I looked at her. “Which means we don’t give them either.”

Later that night, after the building had emptied, I stood by the window and looked out over the city. Lights on. Lives moving. People unaware that power was shifting above them in increments small enough to

miss.

Ten percent wasn’t dominance.

But it was a foothold.

And every attempt I made to push it out only showed me how carefully it had been placed.

For the first time since this started, I accepted a hard truth.

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