Bound To The Broken Alpha (Amy and Daniel) novel Chapter 445

Chapter 445 They Are Wrong

DANIEL

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The house felt wrong the moment I stepped inside. It wasn’t quiet. It was hollow. The kind of quiet that carried weight, like something had been removed and the space hadn’t adjusted yet. I dropped my keys on the console and stood there longer than I meant to, staring at the staircase as if Amy might suddenly appear at the top, annoyed that I hadn’t called out.

She didn’t.

I went straight to my study. Routine mattered now. Routine kept my head from splitting open. I sat down, opened my laptop, and pulled up the security feed logs again even though I had already reviewed them twice that morning. Nothing new. No gaps I hadn’t memorized. No faces I hadn’t burned into my mind.

My phone buzzed on the desk. A message from my finance director.

We lost two more investors this afternoon. They cited reputational risk.

I closed my eyes briefly, then typed back a short acknowledgment. I didn’t argue anymore. Arguing didn’t change outcomes. Action did.

Another notification followed. Legal this time. A partner firm had suspended negotiations on a joint venture. No explanation beyond “current instability.”

“Cowards,” I muttered, though the word felt tired. Fear made people predictable.

A knock came at the door. Not loud. Controlled.

“Come in.” I said.

Jonah stepped inside, tablet tucked under his arm. He didn’t sit until I gestured for him to.

“You look like you haven’t slept,” he said.

“I have,” I replied. “Just not enough.”

He hesitated. “Intel came in from the South routes.”

That got my attention. I leaned forward. “About Amy?”

“No,” he said carefully. “About movement around Elias’s network.”

I waited.

“Clara’s name keeps circling,” Jonah continued. “Nothing solid. Just proximity, Meetings. Routes that don’t line up with her stated schedule.”

I exhaled slowly. “Still nothing incriminating.”

“No,” he said. “Just patterns.”

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Patterns were dangerous. Patterns turned into stories, and stories turned into conclusions whether they

were true or not.

“Keep watching,” I said. “Quietly.”

Jonah nodded. “There’s something else.”

I didn’t like the way he said that. “Say it.”

“The

press cycle isn’t organic,” he said. “Someone is feeding them at specific intervals. The timing matches internal leaks.”

“From where?”

He shook his head. “We’re tracing it. Whoever it is knows how to stay just ahead.”

I leaned back in my chair. “They want me busy. Distracted.”

“Yes.”

“They want me looking guilty,” I added.

Jonah didn’t argue.

“And they want Amy out of reach,” I finished.

Silence settled between us.

‘She’s alive,” Jonah said finally. “I believe that.”

“So do I,” I said. “They would have used her death already if she wasn’t.”

He studied me. “You’re sure you can keep this together?”

I looked up at him. “I don’t have the luxury of falling apart.”

He stood. “I’ll update you when we have more.”

After he left, I opened the folder with Amy’s medical report again. The words didn’t blur this time. I read them slowly, line by line. Triplets, Viable. Accelerated progression. Monitoring required.

“She doesn’t even know,” I said quietly.

My wolf stirred, restless. Angry. Not wild, but focused. It didn’t want destruction. It wanted retrieval.

I stood and paced the room. “They think this will break me,” I said aloud. “They think public pressure will

make me careless.”

My phone buzzed again. This time, a blocked number.

I answered it. “Talk.”

“You’re getting closer,” a distorted voice said.

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“To what?” I asked.

“Truth,” it replied.

“Then stop hiding,” I said.

A pause. “You won’t like it.”

“I don’t care,” I said.

The call ended.

I stared at the phone for a moment, then set it down. Fear tactics. Nothing more. Still, I logged the call and forwarded it to Jonah.

By evening, I was back at the office. The building felt different now. Staff moved carefully, voices lower, eyes following me when they thought I wasn’t looking. Respect hadn’t vanished, but it had thinned. Respect always did when uncertainty entered the room.

In the boardroom, I met with what remained of the senior team.

“We stabilize,” I said. “No reactive decisions. No panic withdrawals.”

One of them shifted. “Daniel, the numbers-”

“I know the numbers,” I cut in. “What I need is discipline.”

They nodded. Some convinced. Some afraid.

After the meeting, I stayed behind with Mara from legal.

“They’re waiting for you to slip,” she said.

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