Bound To The Broken Alpha (Amy and Daniel) novel Chapter 55

**When Dawn Breaks Slowly Hope Finds Space To Grow by Jin Rowan**
**Chapter 55: Protect My Mate**

**AMY**

She pivoted on her heel, her expression curious. “Yes?”

**Fir**

“Listen closely,” he said, his tone firm and unwavering. “If anyone inquires about Daniel or his health, direct them to the family spokesperson. I want no statements leaving this office without my explicit approval.”

“Understood,” she replied, her voice steady, though the weight of his words hung in the air.

Once she departed, I settled into my chair behind the desk, my gaze drifting to the expansive window before me. The city sprawled out in a vibrant tapestry of lights and movement, a restless entity of its own. My fingers lightly grazed the surface of the folder in front of me, but my thoughts were a million miles away, tangled in the complexities of my situation.

Mrs. Carter was not one to relinquish control easily. Her grip on the company mirrored her grip on the family—tight and unyielding. Yet, I had no intention of backing down. The lessons I had absorbed within these walls taught me one crucial truth: silence was a weapon that only empowered those who wielded it.

An hour slipped by, and the intercom crackled to life, Sandra’s voice cutting through my reverie. “The communications team is here, ma’am.”

“Send them in,” I instructed, straightening my posture, ready to tackle whatever came next.

The meeting unfolded seamlessly, a well-rehearsed dance of professionalism. We dissected press statements, discussed upcoming projects, and strategized how the foundation would navigate the aftermath of the gala. Everyone remained on their best behavior, carefully avoiding any mention of Clara’s explosive outburst. I preferred it that way; the silence was a balm, a shield against the chaos that threatened to engulf us.

By the time noon arrived, I transitioned to the legal department meeting, diving into discussions about contracts and updates to the pack rules. The atmosphere was focused, almost sterile, as if everyone understood the unspoken rule: we would not speak of the scandal that loomed like a dark cloud over us. I relished this newfound control—it was a testament to my resilience.

After lunch, I joined the foundation committee meeting, where we laid out ambitious plans for the next quarter’s outreach. As I spoke passionately about our goals, I caught fleeting glimpses of admiration from my team. It was invigorating to feel their support, a reminder that I was not alone in this fight.

As the day began to draw to a close, I leaned back in my chair, finally allowing myself a moment of respite. A deep breath in, then out—relief washed over me like a gentle tide. Today had unfolded without a hitch, devoid of interruptions, whispers, or accusations.

At five, Sandra entered with the final stack of files awaiting my signature. “Here’s the last paperwork for today, ma’am,” she said, her voice brightening the dimming office.

I took the pen, signing each document with deliberate care. “Thank you, Sandra. That will be all for today.”

She smiled warmly. “Goodnight, ma’am.”

Once she exited, I stood and approached the window once more. The city lights twinkled like stars in the distance, a reminder of the life outside these walls.

This week marked a significant turning point—Daniel was set to be moved to his new room. I was determined to be present for that moment; no one would come near him without my knowledge. If Mrs. Carter or Elias had any objections, they would soon discover that I was no longer seeking their permission.

The week flew by in a blur of activity, and finally, the day arrived for Daniel’s relocation. His belongings had already been transferred, and the nurses were diligently setting up the medical equipment in the new room. I stood by the window, observing Cole as he oversaw the move. He exuded calm authority, issuing clear instructions and ensuring everyone remained focused on their tasks.

When the last monitor was connected and the staff began to leave, I turned to Cole, gratitude swelling within me. “You’ve done more than enough today,” I acknowledged.

He nodded, a subtle smile playing on his lips. “Just doing my job, ma’am.”

“Drop the formalities, Cole,” I insisted gently. “We’ve been through too much together for that.”

His smile widened slightly, though it was tinged with a hint of nostalgia. “Old habits die hard.”

As he prepared to exit, I called out, “Cole, wait.”

He turned back, curiosity etched on his face. “Yes?”

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