Bound To The Broken Alpha (Amy and Daniel) novel Chapter 54

**When Dawn Breaks Slowly Hope Finds Space To Grow by Jin Rowan**

**Chapter 54: The Alpha’s Room**

**AMY**

I knew I had to maintain my composure. Whoever orchestrated this needed to believe that I remained oblivious to their schemes.

With determination, I swung my legs over the side of the bed and stood up, the chill of the morning air sending a shiver down my spine. I made my way to the shower, the warm water cascading over me, providing a temporary sanctuary from the tension that coiled within me. I took a moment to breathe deeply, allowing the steam to envelop me, even if just for a little while.

Once I emerged from the shower, I dressed meticulously in a cream-colored blouse that clung to my figure just right and a sleek pencil skirt that accentuated my curves. I let my hair fall freely, framing my face softly, and applied just a hint of makeup to enhance my features. With a final glance in the mirror, I slipped into my favorite heels, feeling a surge of confidence wash over me.

Stepping out of my room, I was greeted by the lively hum of the house. The rich aroma of toast mingled with the scent of freshly brewed coffee wafted from the dining room, a warm invitation to the day ahead.

As I approached, I caught snippets of Mrs. Carter’s soothing voice intertwined with Elias’s, which was laced with an air of self-assuredness that had become all too familiar.

I inhaled deeply, summoning my courage, and entered the dining area. “Good morning,” I announced, my voice steady despite the whirlwind of thoughts racing through my mind.

Mrs. Carter looked up from her plate, her lips curving into a gentle smile. “Amy, you’re up early today,” she remarked, a hint of surprise in her tone.

“Yes,” I replied, taking my seat at the table. “There’s quite a bit to manage at work.”

Elias cast a fleeting glance in my direction, offering a curt nod before returning to his meal. Since the gala, there had been a noticeable shift in his demeanor. Perhaps Clara’s public humiliation had served as a reminder that I was not as easy to manipulate as they had once believed.

The breakfast proceeded in a comfortable silence, the staff moving about with practiced grace, setting plates and pouring juice. My thoughts, however, were focused on the conversation I needed to initiate. After a few moments of quiet, I decided it was time to voice my concerns.

“I’d like to propose a small change regarding Daniel,” I stated, my tone calm yet resolute.

Mrs. Carter’s fork froze midair, her eyes narrowing slightly. “What sort of change are you referring to?” she asked, curiosity piqued.

“I want Daniel’s room to be moved,” I replied, my heart racing as I spoke.

Elias’s head snapped up at once. “Moved? Why would you want that?” His tone was incredulous, as if I had suggested something utterly absurd.

I maintained my focus on Mrs. Carter, unwilling to be swayed by Elias’s skepticism. “I want to share a room with my husband. I believe it’s time for us to be together.”

A heavy silence enveloped the room. Mrs. Carter’s expression remained impassive, but I noticed her fingers tightening around her napkin, a sign that my words had struck a nerve. “Share a room?” she echoed slowly, as if testing the weight of the idea.

“Yes,” I affirmed, my resolve strengthening. “Ideally, I’d like us to live together in our own home, away from here. But if that’s not feasible at the moment, then at the very least, I want Daniel moved into a room that can accommodate both of us.”

Elias set his cup down with a deliberate clink. “You mean to say you want to take him out of this house?” His voice was laced with disbelief.

“Yes,” I replied, my tone unwavering. “He is my husband. I have every right to live with him. Given everything that has transpired, I believe he deserves some peace.”

Mrs. Carter scrutinized me carefully, her brow furrowing. “What do you mean by ‘everything that has happened’?”

I shrugged slightly, my heart pounding. “The rumors, the tension, the stress surrounding us. I genuinely think Daniel’s recovery would benefit from a different environment.”

Her expression hardened just a fraction. “And where do you intend to take him?”

“To our home,” I stated firmly. “The house Daniel lived in before the accident. It still belongs to him, which makes it ours.”

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