Bound To The Broken Alpha (Amy and Daniel) novel Chapter 419

Chapter 419 No Names, No Faces

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Finished

I kept my face neutral and that was the hardest part of what I was doing–not the planning, not the risk. not even the lies.

It was looking normal while carrying something heavy and sharp inside my head.

Everyone around me thought I was processing Amy’s disappearance the same way they were. Worry. Anger. Waiting on Daniel to move first.

They were wrong.

I was already moving.

No one knew where I went after meetings. No one questioned why I stopped sleeping in my own wing of the house. They assumed grief made people strange. I let them believe that. Grief was a convenient cover.

I wanted Amy back. Alive. Whole. And I wanted the person who took her to believe, for as long as possible, that I was not a factor.

I had learned a long time ago that the loudest people in a crisis rarely solved anything. They only attracted attention. Attention was dangerous when you needed time.

I sat in my car outside a closed logistics office on the east side of the city, engine off, phone dark in my hand. The place looked abandoned. It wasn’t. It handled quiet transfers for companies that didn’t want their names attached to movement records. Carter Holdings had used them years ago, before Amy cleaned house and tightened controls.

That meant there were still ghosts in the system.

I checked my watch. Three minutes late.

“Come on,” I muttered.

The passenger door opened, and a man slid in without greeting me. He smelled like coffee and metal. His jacket was worn, but his eyes were sharp.

“You’re careful,” he said. “I had to be sure this wasn’t a trap.”

“It’s not,” I replied. “You wouldn’t be sitting here if it was.”

He smiled faintly. “Straight to business. I remember why I liked working with you.”

“You liked the pay,” I said.

“That too.”

I handed him a burner phone. “Everything you find goes here. No names. No faces.”

He weighed the phone in his hand. “You’re looking for someone important.”

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“I’m looking for someone who was kidnapped,” I said. “There’s a difference.”

He nodded once. “You’ll get what I can find.”

When he left, I didn’t move right away. I sat there and let the silence settle. Every move I made felt like stepping across thin ice. One wrong sound, one wrong ally, and the whole thing would collapse.

Daniel couldn’t know. Not yet.

That thought sat uneasily in my chest, but I accepted it. Daniel was strong. Loyal. But he was also visible. Everyone watched him now. Every step he took sent, ripples. My strength was that no one was watching

1. me.

I drove back just before dawn, slipping into the estate through a service entrance I hadn’t used in years. Familiar halls, familiar faces. They nodded at me. No suspicion. No questions.

In my room, I locked the door and pulled out the map I had been building piece by piece. City grids. Corporate towers. Private residences tied to shell companies. Places that matched Amy’s description when she’d spoken about the ride. Elevation. Time. The feel of the air.

I circled three possible buildings.

“You’re not as hidden as you think,” I murmured.

I thought of Amy standing somewhere high above the city, trying to stay calm, trying to stay alive. The image tightened my jaw. I had promised myself years ago that I would never let her be used again. Not by enemies. Not by blood. Not by anyone.

A knock came at my

door.

I folded the map and slid it into a hidden drawer just as I unlocked it.

“What do you want?” I asked.

One of the junior aides stood there, uneasy. “The alpha is asking for you. Strategy room.”

“I’ll be there.” I said. “Give me a minute.”

He nodded and left.

I closed the door and leaned against it for a breath. Daniel was holding the line. I respected that. I trusted him. But this–this was something I needed to do alone.

In the strategy room, the air was thick with tension. Screens glowed with data that led nowhere. Daniel stood at the head of the table, eyes rimmed red from lack of sleep.

“We’re getting nothing,” he said. “They’re clean. Too clean.”

“They planned it,” I replied. “That means they’ll make mistakes eventually.”

“Eventually might be too late,” he snapped, then exhaled. “Sorry.”

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I nodded. “I know.”

He studied me. “You’ve been quiet.”

“I’m thinking,” I said truthfully.

He looked away. “If you have ideas, say them.”

I almost did. The urge rose sharp and dangerous. But I swallowed it down.

“Right now,” I said, “the enemy wants us reacting. That’s all I can see.”

Daniel nodded slowly. “That’s what PAC says too.”

Good, I thought. Let them chase noise.

Finished

I left the meeting an hour later and went straight to the old security archives. Officially, I was reviewing historical breach patterns. Unofficially, I was cross–checking building access permissions tied to defunct service contracts.

It took time. Time I didn’t have. But patience had always been my edge.

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