Bound To The Broken Alpha (Amy and Daniel) novel Chapter 441

Chapter 441 What’s The Plan

DANIEL

An email came in just after midnight.

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was still at my desk, jacket off, sleeves rolled up, staring at a screen that had stopped making sense hours go. Numbers blurred when I looked at them too long.

Reports contradicted each other. Every update felt like another door closing. I hadn’t gone home. I didn’t vant to. The house without Amy felt wrong, and I didn’t have the energy to sit in that silence.

The notification sound was soft, almost easy to miss. I only looked because I was already tense.

The sender address wasn’t familiar, but the subject line froze me in place.

Medical Results – Confidential

My first thought was that it was a mistake. The second was that it wasn’t.

opened it.

The file loaded slowly, like it was taking its time to hurt me.

The document was clearly formatted. Hospital header. Lab identifiers. Dates. Patient name.

Amy Carter.

My chest tightened, and I leaned back in the chair, eyes scanning fast, then slower as the words sank in. Blood analysis. Hormone levels. Ultrasound confirmation. Gestational markers.

Pregnant.

already suspected it. I had suspected it for days, ever since the doctor’s comments stopped making sense ind Amy’s symptoms didn’t line up with stress alone. Still, seeing it written like that hit differently. It made

verything real in a way I wasn’t ready for.

Then I kept reading.

Multiple gestation confirmed.

I frowned and scrolled.

Triplet pregnancy.

I stopped breathing for a moment.

Triplets.

I read it again to make sure I hadn’t misunderstood. I hadn’t. The report was clear. Three fetal heartbeats. Early stage, but unmistakable. The attached scan images showed three distinct markers, labeled clinically. without emotion.

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My hands shook as I scrolled further.

The note at the end wasn’t medical. It was short. Typed plainly.

She has been informed of the pregnancy. She has not been informed of the number.

I stared at that line for a long time.

“She knows she’s pregnant,” I said out loud, my voice rough in the empty office. “But she doesn’t know it’s triplets.”

I pushed back from the desk and stood up, pacing. My wolf stirred under my skin, restless, angry, protective. This wasn’t information I was supposed to receive like this. This wasn’t how I was supposed to find out.

Someone wanted me to know.

Someone wanted me unsettled.

I went back to the beginning of the email and checked the sender again. No name. Just a string of characters and a secure relay address. Professional. Clean. Hard to trace.

I clenched my jaw.

“Who are you?” I muttered.

I read the full report again, slower this time. Amy’s vitals were noted as unstable but improving. The pregnancy was progressing faster than expected. The recommendation was strict monitoring, limited stress, controlled movement.

My throat tightened.

She was pregnant with three children. She was being held somewhere I couldn’t find. Her body was under strain. And someone thought it was acceptable to send me this like a message on a screen.

I slammed my hand on the desk.

“No,” I said sharply. “You don’t get to do this.”

My phone was in my hand before I realized it. I almost called her number out of instinct, then stopped myself. She wouldn’t answer. If she could, she would have already.

I forced myself to think.

Who would have access to this information?

A doctor. Someone inside the facility holding her. Someone who wanted leverage. Someone who wanted me off balance.

The same list of suspects circled my mind again and again, and none of them made me feel better.

I sat back down and pulled the file up on a larger screen. I memorized every detail. Dates. Signatures. Lab

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IDs. If this was real–and it felt real–then it meant Amy’s body was doing too much, too fast.

And she was doing it without me.

The anger came then, slow and heavy. Not wild. Focused.

They think this will break me,” I said quietly. “They think I’ll panic.”

My wolf growled low, not loud, but deep.

I closed my eyes and pictured Amy as she’d looked the last time I saw her. Tired, yes. Guarded. Still standing straight. Still refusing to let anyone see how much she was carrying.

‘She doesn’t even know,” I whispered.

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The loss from before came back hard. The hospital room. The silence after. The way Amy had gone still when the doctor spoke. The way she had shut down for weeks afterward, like feeling anything was too langerous.

And now this.

Triplets.

f anything happened to her-

stopped that thought before it finished.

opened a secure channel on my system and flagged the email for trace. Even if it led nowhere, I needed o try. Then I pulled up my internal contacts and started making notes. Doctors I trusted. Pack medics. Anyone who could help me prepare for what Amy would need when I got her back.

Not if.

When.

The door to my office opened quietly.

I didn’t look up. “Not now,” I said.

Daniel’s voice came from behind me, tense but controlled. “Sir, security flagged unusual data trattic on your terminal.”

I turned slowly. “I know.”

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