Bound To The Broken Alpha (Amy and Daniel) novel Chapter 460

Chapter 460 Moving Without Protection

DANIEL

Finished

I hadn’t slept well in days. My thoughts kept circling Amy–her face, her voice, the way she used to smile even when the pack was under pressure.

Now, every lead I chased seemed to collapse before I could act. Nothing felt solid. Until this morning.

It started with an old logistics report. I was scanning through archived transit routes, mostly out of habit, when a footnote caught my attention: a route used for covert medical transport between territories, long since abandoned. It was narrow, hidden from the main highways, and unmonitored for years. Perfect.

I called Cole.

“I’ve found something,” I said. “A corridor. It’s not active officially, but it’s mapped. I think we can use it to move without alerting the Southern network.”

There was silence on the other end.

“You’re serious?” he finally said.

“Yes. I want to go quiet. No council involvement. No approvals. If this works, Amy is back in hours. If it fails…” I didn’t finish the thought. We both knew what failure would mean.

Cole understood. “I’ll prep a team. Minimal. Fast. No noise.”

I worked methodically. I pulled together a small squad–people I trusted completely. My advisors from Carter Holdings were off–limits; too many leaks.

Only my closest allies. No one else. Each person got a briefing that would make sense only on the night of the operation.

“Daniel,” Cole asked during our prep call, “if the Southern network catches us, what’s the fallback?”

“There isn’t one,” I admitted. “We’re going in fast, or not at all. We cannot rely on treaties or councils this time. They’ll delay us until it’s too late. Amy doesn’t have that kind of time. I refuse to wait.”

We mapped out the corridor. It was narrow, mostly forest and backroads, then a stretch of abandoned tunnels that had once served hospitals for sensitive transport. It had been unused for over a decade.

Satellite coverage was inconsistent, and patrols were rare. The danger was in the unknown: structural weaknesses, old monitoring devices, and the possibility someone had repurposed it.

I ran simulations in my head, marking every turn, every entry point, every potential choke point. I reviewed every historical incident connected to the route.

Nothing suggested recent activity, but I couldn’t ignore the possibility someone had discovered it.

By evening, I was exhausted but determined. I held a team briefing in a secure room.

“This corridor is our only shot to move in without tipping them off,” I told them. “We go in small, fast, and

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Chapter 460 Moving Without Protection

silent. Every action must be deliberate. We cannot be distracted. No mistakes.”

Finished

Cole stepped forward. “Daniel, timing is everything. If we hit the wrong checkpoint, even a minor alarm, the operation collapses.”

“I know,” I said. “We operate on my orders alone. We cannot rely on anyone else. That includes our allies. I don’t care what they tell you–trust the plan, trust me, and trust each other. Any breach and Amy dies, or

worse.”

I looked around the room, at the faces of the men and women who would be risking their lives for her.

The stakes weren’t just the Southern network or Carter Holdings. The stakes were Amy herself.

“Once we’re in,” I continued, “we locate her, secure the area, and extract her immediately. Any deviation, we abort. Understood?”

“Yes,” the team replied in unison.

After the briefing, I went alone to review the maps one last time. Every route, every exit, every surveillance blind spot. I traced the path with my finger repeatedly until it felt ingrained, like muscle memory.

Every twist, every turn, every dead end. I memorized escape routes, fallback points, and extraction points.

It was dangerous. I knew that. If the Southern network anticipated even part of our movement, the operation would fail before it began. I also knew that success would mark me as a traitor in the eyes of some–but I didn’t care. Amy was worth the risk.

Later that night, I called my most trusted confidant. “This isn’t just about finding her,” I said. “We’re moving against the system itself. The corridors, the protocols–they’ve all been designed to protect the Southern Alpha network. Tonight, we move without protection.”

“Are you sure?” the voice asked.

“Yes,” I said firmly. “I’ve checked everything. If anyone knows we’re going to use this corridor, it’s already too late. We move fast. We move smart. Amy doesn’t get a second chance. Neither do we.”

The plan was set. Teams assigned. Equipment ready. Timing measured in seconds, not minutes. Every member of my squad had a role they could execute in silence, and every contingency had a counter. I slept lightly, reviewing the path over and over.

Morning came. We moved quietly, deliberately. Cars left in staggered intervals. No signals. No chatter. Only the soft hum of engines and the occasional shift of weight as we navigated forest trails and back roads. Every glance was careful. Every motion controlled.

By midday, we reached the entrance to the tunnels. Dusty, narrow, abandoned. The air smelled stale, but it was unguarded. No cameras, no patrols. Just us and the pathway we hoped would lead to Amy

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