Bound To The Broken Alpha (Amy and Daniel) novel Chapter 430

Chapter 430 You Are Not Forgotten

AMY

I woke up to a soothing silence.

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It wasn’t the sharp, alarming silence I had grown used to since I was brought here. This one felt monitored. The soft hum of machines blended with the faint sound of wind brushing against glass far above the ground. My eyes opened slowly, and for the first time in days, my head didn’t feel like it was splitting apart.

I breathed in carefully.

No burning in my chest. No spinning.

That alone told me something had changed.

“You’re awake.”

Mara’s voice came from my left. I turned my head slightly and saw her sitting beside the bed, a tablet resting on her lap. She looked tired, but relieved. When she noticed my eyes were fully open, she stood immediately.

“How do you feel?” she asked.

I took a moment before answering. I scanned my body the way I’d learned to do–checking for pain, weakness, panic. My throat was dry. My limbs felt heavy, but not useless.

“Better,” I said honestly. “Not good. Just… better.”

She nodded like she’d expected that answer. “That’s a good sign.”

I swallowed. “My wolf?”

Mara hesitated, then gave a small smile. “Stable. Still weak, but no longer in distress.”

That word–stable–hit me harder than I expected. I closed my eyes briefly, letting out a breath I hadn’t realized I was holding.

“Thank you,” I said quietly.

She reached for a glass of water and helped me sit up enough to drink. I took small sips, careful not to rush it.

“The doctor will be back soon,” she said. “He wants to check your vitals again. They adjusted your treatment overnight.”

I frowned slightly. “Adjusted how?”

She didn’t avoid my eyes. “Your body wasn’t responding the way it should have. The pregnancy is still progressing faster than normal.”

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Chapter 430 You Are Not Forgotten

My hand tightened on the blanket. “You keep saying that like it’s a separate issue. It’s not

“I know,” she said softly. “But it’s also not something we fully understand yet.”

“That’s not comforting.”

“I know.”

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The door opened before either of us could say more. The doctor walked in, dressed the same way he always was–clean, calm, distant. He checked the monitors first before looking at me.

“You’re improving,” he said. “Both physically and internally.”

I watched his face closely. “That doesn’t sound like a full reassurance.”

“It isn’t meant to be,” he replied evenly. “It’s an update.”

I pushed myself to sit straighter. “Then give me the whole one.”

He glanced at Mara, then back at me. “Your fever has broken. Your wolf’s internal responses are stabilizing That means the immediate danger has passed.”

“Immediate,” I repeated.

“Yes.”

I exhaled slowly. “And the rest?”

“The pregnancy is the variable we can’t control yet,” he said. “It’s advancing more quickly than expected. Your body is adapting, but it’s under strain.”

I looked down at my hands. They were still shaking slightly.

“Am I dying?” I asked.

“No,” he said firmly. “Not right now.”

That wasn’t the answer I wanted, but it was honest.

“We’re moving you to a better–equipped medical wing,” he continued. “Still within the building. More monitoring. Less movement.”

“So I’m not getting better enough to leave.”

“No.”

I nodded once. “I figured.”

After he left, Mara stayed quiet for a while. She helped me change into clean clothes, adjusted my pillows, and made sure I was comfortable. When everything was settled, she sat again.

“You’ve been asking about him in your sleep,” she said carefully.

Chapter 430 You Are Not Forgotten

I looked up. “Daniel?”

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She nodded. “You call his name sometimes. Not loudly. Just… like you’re checking if he’s still there”

My chest tightened. I looked away.

“I miss him,” I said. “I don’t even know if he’s okay. Or if he thinks I’m alive.”

“He’s looking for you,” Mara said.

I turned back sharply. “You don’t know that.”

“I don’t,” she admitted. “But men like him don’t stop.”

I let that sit between us.

The move happened later that day. I was placed on a gurney and wheeled through long; quiet corridors. The skyscraper revealed itself in pieces–glass walls, distant city lights, elevators that moved so smoothly I barely felt them. The higher we went, the more isolated it felt.

The new room was larger. Brighter. More machines.

“This is temporary,” Mara said as they settled me into the bed. “Until we’re sure your body won’t crash again.”

I nodded. “And if it does?”

She didn’t answer immediately. “Then we adjust again.”

Night came slowly. I watched the city from the window, lights flickering far below. It made me feel small. Untouchable. Trapped.

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