Bound To The Broken Alpha (Amy and Daniel) novel Chapter 442

Chapter 442 Where The Hell Are You?

DANIEL

My jaw tightened. “Then they’ve made a mistake by reminding me what I’m protecting.”

He didn’t argue.

Finished

After he left, I sat alone again, the weight of the knowledge pressing in. Three lives. Amy’s life. All balanced on choices being made without her consent.

I looked at the dark window, my reflection faint in the glass.

“I’m coming for you,” I said quietly, not sure who I meant it for. “All of you.”

I shut down the screen, grabbed my jacket, and finally left the office.

I didn’t know where Amy was.

But now I knew what was at stake.

And I wasn’t going to let anyone else decide how this ended.

I didn’t sleep.

I went home only to change clothes, then returned to the war room before dawn. The house felt wrong without Amy. Every room reminded me she wasn’t there, so I didn’t linger. By the time the sun came up, I already had half a dozen screens active and a room full of people who knew better than to ask unnecessary questions.

I stood at the head of the table and spoke clearly.

“We have confirmation Amy is alive,” I said. “She’s being medically monitored. That narrows our window.”

One of the strategists leaned forward. “That means a fixed location?”

“Not necessarily,” I replied. “But it means structure, Doctors don’t travel blind.”

I pulled up a map of high–rise properties across the region. Skyscrapers, secured compounds, private medical facilities disguised as residential towers. I wasn’t guessing wildly anymore. I was eliminating.

Daniel sat to my right, eyes sharp. “The email came from a secure relay,” he said. “We traced the routing. It bounced through the South, then offshore, then back north. Clean work.”

“Too clean,” I said. “They wanted me to see it. That means the message matters more than the secrecy.”

“To scare you,” someone said.

“To distract me,” I corrected. “They want me emotional. Rushed.”

I wasn’t giving them that.

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We worked through the morning, checking flight logs, elevator access permits, private medical supply orders. Anything unusual. Anything rushed. Anything that lined up with a pregnancy that was progressing faster than normal.

By midday, frustration set in.

“Nothing concrete,” Daniel said quietly. “Every lead stops just short.”

I nodded. “That’s on purpose.”

My wolf pushed against my control, angry and restless. I kept it contained. Anger didn’t find Amy. Patience would.

My phone vibrated. An encrypted line.

I stepped away from the table and answered it. “Talk.”

A familiar voice came through, rough but alive. “Sir.”

I froze. “Cole?”

“Yes,” he said. His breathing was uneven. “I’m alive.”

Relief hit hard, but I kept my voice steady. “Where are you?”

“Safe enough for now,” he replied. “I escaped the East border zone two hours ago. I’m injured, but mobile.”

“Who did this to you?” I asked.

There was a pause. “I don’t know for sure.”

“Start from the beginning,” I said.

“I followed Clara as ordered,” Cole said. “She was careful. No direct meetings that could be flagged. But her movements were off. Timings didn’t add up. She doubled back a lot. Changed routes. Used decoys.”

“Did you see her meet Elias?” I asked.

“No,” he said. “That’s the problem. Every time I got close, the trail went cold. Then I was grabbed. Fast. Professional.”

“Did Clara set you up?” I asked.

“I have no proof,” Cole said firmly. “None. I never saw her give an order or make a call. But the timing-”

“Timing isn’t evidence,” I said.

“I know,” he replied. “That’s why I’m telling you straight. I found nothing incriminating. Only suspicious

behavior.”

I closed my eyes briefly.

“Someone wanted you removed,” I said. “And wanted it clean.”

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“Yes, sir.”

“Get to a safehouse,” I ordered. “Medical team is already en route. You don’t contact anyone else. Not even Mark.”

“Understood,” Cole said.

The line went dead.

I went back into the room and told them only what they needed to know. Cole was alive. Injured. No usable intel.

The disappointment was sharp but short–lived. This wasn’t over.

Later that evening, I called Mark.

He answered on the third ring. “Daniel.”

‘I need to ask you something directly,” I said.

There was a pause. “Go ahead.”

‘Have you noticed anything unusual about Clara lately?” I asked. “Movements. Behavior. Anything at all.”

He sighed. “She’s been… off. Quiet one moment, overly helpful the next. But nothing criminal. Nothing I can point to.”

Has she been leaving the house at odd hours?” I pressed.

‘She said she was trying to give space,” Mark replied. “I didn’t question it.”

I thanked him and ended the call.

It wasn’t enough. None of it was enough.

That night, I sat alone again, staring at the same map. Somewhere in this city–or another–Amy was carrying three lives and fighting a body that wasn’t cooperating. She didn’t know I knew. She didn’t know how deep this had gone.

“They think I’ll break,” I said quietly.

My wolf stirred, steady now. Focused.

“I won’t.”

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