Bound To The Broken Alpha (Amy and Daniel) novel Chapter 415

Chapter 415 Forty Eight Hours

DANIEL

The call came just after midnight.

Finished

I had been in my office for hours, lights dimmed, screens still on but untouched. Reports blurred together when you stared at them too long. Every route led back to the same answer: Amy was gone, and whoever took her knew exactly how to stay invisible.

My phone rang. Not my secure line. Not my pack channel. A private number.

I answered it without greeting.

“You’re running out of time, Alpha.”

The voice was filtered, flattened, but calm. Too calm. That told me this wasn’t a bluff.

“Where is she?” I asked.

A pause, deliberate.

“Alive,” the voice said. “For now.”

My jaw tightened. I didn’t shout. Shouting was useless. Wolves like this fed on reaction.

“What do you want?” I asked.

“The Northern Crest.”

The words landed clean and sharp.

I leaned back in my chair, staring at the wall ahead of me. The Crest wasn’t jewelry. It wasn’t symbolic fluff.

It was authority encoded into law, pack systems, and ancient accords. Whoever held it could move

Northern resources, command allied packs, and fracture the balance overnight.

“You know I can’t do that,” I said..

“You can,” the voice replied. “You just won’t.”

There was a difference.

“You have no idea what you’re asking for,” I said.

“I know exactly what I’m asking for,” the voice said. “And I know why you won’t want to give it up. Which is why the trade is simple.”

The line clicked, then a video file came through.

I opened it.

Amy was seated on a couch. Restrained but unharmed. Her posture was controlled, back straight, chin

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lifted. She wasn’t crying. She wasn’t begging. That hurt more than if she had.

She was trying to survive.

The video cut after ten seconds.

“Proof of life,” the voice said. “Next time, it won’t be so calm.”

My hand curled into a fist on the desk.

“If you hurt her,” I said, my voice low, “there will be nowhere on this continent you can hide.”

A quiet laugh.

‘You’re assuming this is about hiding.”

Silence stretched between us.

‘You have forty–eight hours,” the voice continued. “Deliver the Crest to the coordinates I’ll send. No council. No escorts. No tricks.”

‘And if I refuse?” I asked.

Another pause. Shorter this time.

“Then you choose the North over your mate,” the voice said. “And we adjust accordingly.”

The line went dead.

I stayed still for several seconds, phone pressed to my ear, listening to nothing.

Then I stood.

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The Crest was secured three levels below the estate, behind systems that required not just codes but blood confirmation. My blood. Amy’s blood. Both of us had to authorize its release.

That wasn’t a coincidence. It was a safeguard meant to prevent exactly this kind of pressure.

I left my office and headed down the hall.

Guards straightened as I passed. No one spoke. They could smell it on me. Stress. Anger. Fear held in a tight grip.

I stopped outside the secure chamber and dismissed them with a raised hand.

The door sealed behind me.

The Crest sat inside a reinforced case, silver and black, old and new layered together. I had carried its weight since I took leadership. I had sworn oaths over it. I had buried wolves because of it

And now someone wanted me to trade it like a coin.

I paced once, then twice.

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“This is a trap,” I said aloud, though no one was there. “If I give it up, she doesn’t come back clean. And the North fractures.”

If I didn’t give it up, Amy might not come back at all.

I pulled out my secure device and opened a channel.

“Trace the call,” I ordered quietly. “Every route. Every delay.”

“Already working on it,” came the reply. “They were good.”

“I know,” I said.

I ended the call and rested my hands on the edge of the case..

Amy would tell me not to do it.

I could hear her voice clearly in my head. Calm. Steady. She would tell me the North couldn’t survive without structure. That a leader who traded power under threat invited endless threats.

She would be right.

That didn’t make the choice easier.

A soft knock sounded behind me.

I turned.

Selene stood just inside the doorway. She had been allowed in because I had ordered it earlier that night. At the time, I hadn’t known why. Now I did.

“You look like a man being cornered,” she said.

“Careful,” I replied. “This isn’t the moment.”

“You think I don’t know that?” she asked. “I came because this affects me too.”

I studied her. “You know something.”

“I know who wants the Crest,” she said.

My eyes sharpened. “Then start talking”

“It’s not just about Amy,” Selene continued. “She’s leverage, yes. But the Crest is the real prize. Whoever holds it can rewrite what happens after she’s returned.”

“You’re assuming she will be returned,” I said.

“I’m assuming they need her alive,” Selene replied. “Dead wives don’t make compliant Alphas

I hated that she was right.

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