Bound To The Broken Alpha (Amy and Daniel) novel Chapter 41

**Chapter 41: Filthy Attitude**

**MARK**

The tranquility of the morning was abruptly shattered by the shrill ring of Clara’s phone, slicing through the stillness like a knife. She lay beside me, half-hidden beneath the sheets, her face illuminated by the glow of the screen. A mischievous grin danced on her lips, one that seemed almost too cheerful for such an early hour. At first, I dismissed it as just another moment of her morning routine. But then I heard it—the soft, almost cruel laughter escaping her lips.

“Baby, you should see this,” she said, her voice laced with delight as she angled the phone toward me. “Looks like someone’s been busy.”

My heart sank as I realized she was referring to my ex, Luna.

A frown creased my brow as I took the phone from her grasp. My stomach twisted into knots when I caught sight of the display. The screen was plastered with an array of images showcasing Amy and Cole, their faces frozen in moments of intimacy that felt invasive, like they were under constant surveillance. In one shot, Amy was stepping out of a sleek car, while Cole stood by, opening the door for her. Another image captured them too close for comfort, deep in conversation in what appeared to be a parking lot. The captions beneath the photos were sharp and unforgiving, and the comments that followed were even more brutal.

“The Luna’s already cheating?” one commenter sneered.

“She’s been married for five minutes and she’s out here like a slut,” another chimed in.

“Guess the Carter money couldn’t keep her legs closed,” a third added, venom dripping from their words.

I found myself staring at the screen for what felt like an eternity, a heavy weight settling in my chest. I couldn’t quite grasp why I felt this way. Clara remained beside me, a satisfied smile gracing her features as she absorbed the chaos unfolding on her phone.

“She’s getting what she deserves,” she declared, her tone dripping with vindication. “After everything she’s done, karma’s swift.”

I handed the phone back to her, my mind racing. “You seem rather pleased about all this.”

“Of course,” she replied, propping herself up on one elbow, her eyes glinting with satisfaction. “Amy always acted so perfect, like she was untouchable. Now, everyone can see her true colors.”

I remained silent, my thoughts swirling like a tempest. I sat up, rubbing the back of my neck, trying to ease the tension that had taken residence there. The comments echoed in my mind, a cacophony of emotions—anger, pity, confusion—each vying for my attention.

Clara shifted closer, her fingers lightly tracing patterns along my arm, a gesture meant to comfort. “You don’t have to pretend to care, Mark. She moved on without you. Married another Alpha as if you never existed. This is what she chose.”

I glanced down at her, searching for the right words. “Maybe. But that doesn’t mean she deserves this.”

Her smile faltered, replaced by a hint of concern. “You still feel something for her?”

I hesitated, the weight of my emotions pressing down on me. “I feel something about witnessing anyone being dragged through the mud like this. You wouldn’t understand.”

Clara leaned back against the pillows, crossing her arms defiantly. “I understand perfectly. You’re defending her again, even after she humiliated you.”

With a sigh, I rose from the bed, pulling on a shirt as I struggled to gather my thoughts. “I’m not defending her. I just know how these things work. This kind of smear campaign doesn’t happen in isolation. And if we draw too much attention, it will put us in the crosshairs of the Carters. I don’t need that, Clara. We need to be cautious.”

“She made her bed,” Clara replied flatly. “Let her lie in it.”

Ignoring her dismissive tone, I turned my gaze toward the window. The morning light had just begun to touch the skyline, but the city was already alive with whispers and gossip, the name Amy Carter echoing like a haunting refrain—The Fallen Luna.

A nagging feeling settled in my gut. I despised how quickly she seemed to move on after our breakup, how effortlessly she slipped into another man’s life. Yet, deep down, I knew Amy wasn’t reckless. She wouldn’t risk everything on such a careless act. Whoever leaked those photos had a purpose, and they knew exactly what they were doing.

“Come back to bed, Mark,” Clara urged, her voice softening. “Forget her. She’s not your problem anymore.”

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