Bound To The Broken Alpha (Amy and Daniel) novel Chapter 39

**When Dawn Breaks Slowly Hope Finds Space To Grow by Jin Rowan Vale**
**Chapter 39: Allergic Reaction**

AMY

“What happened?” My voice emerged hoarse, a rasp that echoed the weakness I felt in every fiber of my being.

Cole handed me a glass of water, his expression serious. “Drink first,” he urged, his tone leaving no room for argument.

I lifted the glass to my lips and took a few cautious sips. The cool liquid soothed the parched dryness in my throat, a small relief in the midst of my confusion. I set the glass down, my gaze locking onto his. “Cole, what happened to me?” I pressed, needing clarity.

He hesitated, his brow furrowing as he gathered his thoughts. “You were poisoned,” he finally revealed, the weight of his words settling heavily in the air.

A chill raced through my body, and my stomach clenched. “Poisoned?” The word felt alien, a nightmare I couldn’t shake.

He nodded slowly, the gravity of the situation evident in his eyes. “It was a wolfsbane-infused toxin. They mixed it with something synthetic, something designed to paralyze your wolf permanently.”

For a moment, I was rendered speechless. My mind raced as I replayed the events leading to this moment—the gala, the hushed whispers that flitted through the crowd, Daniel’s distant voice, and the sudden wave of dizziness that had swept over me. It all clicked into place, and a sense of dread washed over me like icy water.

“Who did this?” I asked, my voice barely above a whisper, fear creeping into my heart.

“We don’t know yet,” Cole replied, his voice steady but laced with concern. “The doctor believes the poison entered through a small cut or puncture. It wasn’t in your drink or food; it was direct contact.”

I turned my head slightly, feeling the bandage on my neck throb with each heartbeat. “Someone at the gala,” I concluded, the realization hitting me like a punch to the gut.

He nodded, his jaw tightening. “Most likely.”

Before I could delve deeper into my questions, the door swung open, and Mrs. Carter entered the room, her presence filling the space with a familiar scent of expensive perfume. She looked as polished as ever, her pearl necklace glimmering against her perfectly arranged bun, her face a mask of calm.

“You’re awake,” she said softly, moving closer to the bed, relief evident in her voice. “Thank goodness.”

I attempted to sit up, but Cole was quick to intervene, gently pressing me back down. “Take it easy,” he instructed, adjusting the pillow behind me for support.

Mrs. Carter’s gaze flickered between us before she settled on the edge of the bed. “The doctor said it was an allergic reaction,” she stated, her tone firm, as if she were already shutting down any further discussion on the matter.

I frowned, confusion knitting my brows together. “An allergic reaction?”

“Yes,” she continued, smoothing the blanket over my legs with a practiced hand. “It must have been triggered by the flowers or one of those scented sprays. You’ve always been sensitive, dear.”

Cole shifted uncomfortably in his seat. “That’s not what—”

“Thank you, Cole. You may leave now,” Mrs. Carter interrupted, her eyes narrowing slightly as she dismissed him with a wave of her hand.

He looked at me, silently asking if I wanted him to stay, and I offered him a small nod, though deep down, I felt anything but fine. “It’s okay,” I murmured, even though it felt like a lie.

Once Cole had left, Mrs. Carter turned her full attention back to me. Her expression softened, but I could sense a tension beneath her calm exterior. “Amy, the last thing this family needs right now is scandal or unnecessary panic. You fainted, that’s all. I’ve already ensured that the press won’t catch wind of this incident.”

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