Bound To The Broken Alpha (Amy and Daniel) novel Chapter 4

AMY

I knew all Mark wanted was trouble when I got his summon. He was too egoistic to deal with the fact that I had left him and would never be needing him again. Perhaps, it was my resignation that hit him the most. Or, was it the fact that I cut all ties to him?

He had asked to meet at the SilverFang Lounge, knowing very well that wasn’t a place I belonged. The second I stepped through the glass doors, the air shifted. Everything smelled of wolf musk layered under expensive colognes. The music wasn’t loud, just low enough to thrum under my skin. High-ranking wolves filled the room.

As usual, dominance rolled off them in waves. Dressed up in coy smiles and tailored suits.

Eve tensed inside me, her growl vibrating at the back of my skull. “This is not a casual meet, it's a trap.” She warned me.

I followed her warning with my eyes. Mark was impossible to miss. He sat at the head of a curved leather booth like it had been carved just for him. His posture screamed control, his expression was also unreadable. Clara leaned into him, her laughter sounded light and fake.

Their gaze landed on me but it didn't bother me. It wasn’t as if they could hurt me. I was a priceless jewel for the carters now, so touching me meant big trouble.

“Bold of you to show your face,” Clara’s voice rang out before I reached the booth. Sweet tone and a sharp edge. Her fingers brushed the pendant at her neck, a pendant that used to be mine. “Or was it just to steal back what I gave you? Maybe sending rogues to my street last night was your way of distracting me.”

My hands curled at my sides. “I didn’t—”

Clara cut me off, smirking. “Jealousy makes wolves do reckless things.”

Mark’s silence was louder than Clara’s words. His eyes stayed on me like he could crush me without moving a finger. The others followed his lead. The pack always followed the Alpha.

Finally, he leaned forward. His voice was low, commanding too. “Apologize.”

The pressure and inner force to obey hit me instantly. Alpha-command rolled through my body, crushing down on my lungs. My wolf strained against it, my knees almost buckled. Eve snapped, Stand up straight. Do not kneel for him.

I forced my chin up, even though my body trembled. “I won’t apologize for something I didn’t do.”

A ripple of laughter spread across the booth. Clara leaned forward, her smile painted in venom. “Then loosen up. Have a drink.”

A server appeared like they’d been standing by, tray in hand. Six shot glasses lined with glowing amber liquid. Wolf brew. Stronger than human alcohol, brewed to knock down warriors twice my size.

The tray set down in front of me, each glass shimmering under the lounge lights. Six. Not one.

Clara’s voice slid across the table. “To prove you belong.”

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