Bound To The Broken Alpha (Amy and Daniel) novel Chapter 48

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**When Dawn Breaks Slowly Hope Finds Space To Grow by Jin Rowan**
**Chapter 48: I Can Protect Myself**

**AMY**

**VAD**

**Finished**

“I need to uncover who leaked those photos,” I stated with a steady resolve. “The official narrative? I couldn’t care less. Someone orchestrated this setup, and that person is still lurking in the shadows. My instincts tell me it’s Clara and Mark, but I lack the concrete evidence to confront them.”

He paused, his silence stretching between us like a taut wire. “I thought you were hesitant to delve deeper into this mess,” he finally said, his voice measured.

“I was,” I admitted, my frustration bubbling just beneath the surface. “But the situation is deteriorating. Those within these walls are turning against me, and Elias is leading the charge. Plus, Mrs. Carter is holding back vital information.”

“That’s her usual approach,” he replied, a hint of skepticism in his tone. “Do you believe she’s hiding something substantial?”

“I suspect she knows far more than she lets on,” I replied, my voice low but firm. “And I fear she’s shielding the wrong person from scrutiny.”

Cole let out a heavy sigh, his expression clouded with concern. “You’re treading on treacherous ground, Amy. The dynamics of these people are akin to a political game played with sharp knives. If you push too hard, you risk being cut deeply. You’re just a simple girl with a simple life; it might be wiser to let it stay that way instead of engaging in a conflict that isn’t yours to fight.”

“I’m already bleeding,” I responded flatly, the words spilling out with an edge of defiance. “I might as well discover who wields the blade. My life ceased to be simple the moment I was thrust into this family. I’d rather swim against the current than succumb to it. In fact, I’d prefer to soar above it all.”

He fell silent once more, contemplating my words, before speaking in a hushed tone, “Alright. I’ll investigate. But you must trust me, even when I can’t divulge every detail.”

“That’s precisely the issue, Cole,” I countered, frustration seeping into my voice. “You don’t share enough with me.”

“I’m doing this to protect you,” he replied, his tone firm yet gentle.

“I can protect myself,” I asserted, the conviction in my voice ringing clear.

He chuckled softly, a sound that held both warmth and exasperation. “You always claim that, yet I have a duty to ensure your safety.”

“And I mean it every time,” I shot back, my gaze unwavering.

He didn’t press the point further. “Fine. I’ll pick you up tomorrow morning at the same time as before. Dress formally. If Mrs. Carter is truly allowing you back into the office, it’s likely to keep you under her watchful eye.”

“That’s perfectly fine,” I replied with a steely resolve. “Let her watch. I’ll be keeping my own eyes open as well.”

He hesitated, his brow furrowing slightly. “Amy… just be careful.”

“I always am,” I assured him, my voice steady.

As the call ended, I placed the phone down gently and turned my attention back to Daniel. The soft light filtering through the window cast a gentle glow on his face, making him appear almost as if he were on the brink of awakening.

“I don’t yet know who’s deceiving whom,” I murmured softly, a sense of determination rising within me. “But I will find out. And when I do, it will hit them like a bolt from the blue.”

The rhythmic beeping of the machine beside him filled the quiet room, a steady reminder of the life that hung in the balance. Tomorrow would mark a new beginning, but not the fresh start Mrs. Carter envisioned. Instead, it would herald the commencement of my quest for the truth.

For that, I needed Cole’s trust. Something felt off about this family, and I was resolute in my pursuit of clarity. I couldn’t shake the feeling that Cole would lay down his life for me, and I needed to understand why.

Deciding to retire early, I tidied Daniel’s room before taking a moment to sit beside him. I leaned forward, gently brushing his hair back with my fingers, cherishing this small act of intimacy.

“Tomorrow is a pivotal day,” I whispered softly. “Your mother wants me back at work. I can only imagine the looks on their faces when they see me again.”