Bound To The Broken Alpha (Amy and Daniel) novel Chapter 450

Chapter 450 The Crest

DANIEL

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I had stopped keeping track of time days ago. The office lights stayed on because I needed them on. The screens stayed active because information moved faster than sleep ever could. Amy was still missing, and every hour that passed without answers felt like failure I couldn’t explain away.

I stood by the main table in my office, palms pressed flat against the surface, eyes fixed on a live map of the Northern territories. Patrol movements. Border activity. Quiet alerts that meant nothing on their own but everything when placed together.

The South was watching. I knew that much. They weren’t rushing anymore. They were waiting.

“Still nothing?” PAC asked from behind me.

I didn’t turn. “Nothing solid.”

PAC moved closer, lowering his voice. “Council is restless.”

“They can be restless somewhere else.”

“That’s not how this works.”

“I know how it works,” I said, finally turning to face him. “I also know Amy isn’t gone by accident.”

PAC studied me carefully. “You think this is leverage.”

“I know it is.”

He hesitated. “Then we need to talk about the Crest.”

I nodded once. We had both been circling that truth.

The Northern Crest wasn’t just a symbol. It was authority, legacy, and control bound into one object. Whoever held it didn’t just speak for the North.

They could fracture it. Reframe it. Challenge leadership in ways that couldn’t be ignored. And the South wanted it badly enough to play patient.

“I already handled it,” I said,

PAC’s eyebrows lifted, “Handled it how?”

“I sent Cole.”

That got his full attention. “Cole is still missing.”

“He wasn’t missing when I gave the order.”

I walked to my desk and pulled out a secured tablet. I activated it with a scan and turned the screen toward PAC. Coordinates. Routes. A set of instructions only one wolf would understand.

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Chapter 450 The Crest

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“He’s moving the Crest off–grid,” I said. “No digital trail. No pack escorts. No known safe houses.”

PAC exhaled slowly. “That’s risky.”

“So is leaving it where it is.”

He studied the screen. “Does anyone else know?”

“No.”

“Not even-”

“Especially not,” I cut in.

PAC nodded. “If the South realizes the Crest is gone-

“They’ll panic,” I said. “Or they’ll make mistakes.”

“Or they’ll hurt Amy.”

The words landed hard, even though I had already thought them myself.

I straightened. “They already have.”

PAC didn’t argue. He rarely did when my tone shifted like that.

Later that night, I met with two senior enforcers in a secured room beneath the office. No windows. No. devices. Just stone walls and trust built over years.

“You’re thinning patrols in the west,” one of them said.

“I’m redirecting attention,” I replied.

“And the Crest?“.

“Is no longer where they think it is,”

They exchanged looks,

“Who moved it?” the other asked.

“Someone I trust with my life.”

“That’s not an answer.”

“It’s the only one you’re getting.”

They accepted that. They always did.

When they left, I stayed behind and sat alone for a moment, elbows on my knees, head lowered. Trust came easy in strategy. It was harder when it involved people you loved.

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Chapter 450 The Crest

My phone buzzed. Unknown number. I answered immediately.

“Daniel,” a voice said calmly. “You’re working very hard.”

I closed my eyes. “You shouldn’t have called.”

“And miss hearing how tired you sound?”

“Where is my wife?”

A pause. Not long enough to be accidental.

“She’s safe,” the voice replied. “For now.”

“That’s not an answer.”

“It’s the only one you need.”

I tightened my grip on the phone. “If you touch her—”

“You’ll do what?” the voice asked. “Rage? Retaliate? Lose control?”

“I’ll end you.”

A quiet laugh. “That’s why this is interesting. You’re trying not to.”

The call ended.

Finished

I stared at the dark screen, chest tight but mind clear. They wanted reaction. Noise. Public mistakes. They wanted me reckless.

I stood and walked back into the main office, calling PAC as I moved.

“Lock down all nonessential access,” I said. “Internal and corporate.”

“Already halfway done,”

“Good. And I want a full review of Clara’s movement logs again.”

PAC hesitated. “Cole didn’t find anything incriminating.”

“I know,” I said. “But I don’t like coincidences,”

“Neither do I.”

After the call ended, I went to the private office attached to mine. Amy’s things were still there. Her jacket over the chair. Her tablet untouched. I picked it up, thumb hovering over the screen before setting it back down.

“I’m getting you back,” I said quietly to the empty room. “Without giving them what they want.”

Hours later, I received a short encrypted message.

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