Bound To The Broken Alpha (Amy and Daniel) novel Chapter 423

Chapter 423 Weakness Of A Wolf

AMY

I woke to the sound of movement that wasn’t my own.

Finished

For a few seconds, I stayed still, eyes closed, listening. The room was quiet but not empty. There was a soft rustle near the window, the faint clink of metal against porcelain. Someone was there.

I opened my eyes.

The room was larger than the last place they kept me. Clean. White walls, low lighting, thick curtains pulled back just enough to let in morning light. A bed that didn’t feel temporary. No restraints. No guards. in sight.

A woman stood near a small table, arranging a tray.

She turned when she noticed me watching her.

“You’re awake,” she said calmly.

I sat up slowly, my body tense but steady. “Who are you?”

She gave a small bow, respectful but not submissive. “My name is Mara. I’ll be attending to you while you’re here.”

The words landed heavier than they should have.

“Attending to me,” I repeated.

“Yes,” she said. “Your meals, your comfort, anything you need within the rules I’ve been given.”

I looked around again. “How long am I here?”

She paused, choosing her words carefully. “I wasn’t told a timeline.”

That answer told me more than a direct one would have.

I swung my legs over the side of the bed. “Am I allowed to leave this room?”

“You can move around this floor,” she replied. “There are limits beyond that.”

“And if I refuse to cooperate?” I asked.

Her face stayed neutral. “You’re not being punished. You’re being kept.”

I let out a slow breath.

This wasn’t a cell. It was containment.

Mara placed the tray on the table and stepped back. “You should eat.”

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I glanced at the food. It was warm. Real. Thoughtfully prepared.

“You’re not afraid of poisoning me?” I asked.

She met my gaze. “That’s not the goal.”

“What is the goal?” I pressed.

She hesitated, then shook her head. “I don’t know. I only know my role.”

That made her either honest or well–trained.

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I took a bite anyway. Hunger won. The food tasted normal, which somehow made everything worse.

“So,” I said between bites, “you work for the man who brought me here.”

“Yes.”

“My father,” I said flatly.

Her eyes flickered, just slightly. “That’s not how he refers to himself.”

I stopped eating.

“Does he plan to see me?” I asked.

“Yes,” she said. “When the time is right.”

“And until then?”

“Until then, you rest.”

I laughed quietly. “That’s generous.”

She didn’t react.

After she left, I stood up and walked the room slowly, testing the edges. The door opened. The hallway outside was empty but monitored. No visible cameras, but I could feel them. Wolves noticed patterns. So

did I.

They weren’t hurting me.

They were waiting.

That realization settled in my chest like weight. I wasn’t in danger right now, but I also wasn’t free. Every kindness had a purpose. Every comfort was leverage.

Later that day, my father came.

No warning. No announcement. He walked in like he belonged there, like this was his house and I was a guest who had overstayed her welcome.

“You look well,” he said.

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I stood straight. “You look unchanged.”

He smiled. “Careful.”

“Why am I here?” I asked.

He circled the room slowly. “Because you’re valuable.”

“To you?” I asked. “Or to what you’re planning?”

He stopped in front of me. “Both.”

“You could have killed me,” I said.

“Yes.”

“But you didn’t.”

“No.”

“Why?”

He studied my face. “Because you’re more useful alive.”

I nodded. “At least you’re honest.”

He leaned closer. “Don’t confuse honesty with mercy.”

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