Bound To The Broken Alpha (Amy and Daniel) novel Chapter 60

**Chapter 60: Tonight Changes Everything**

**AMY**

“Yes,” I replied, my voice steady. “Mrs. Carter insists that I take some time to rest.”

He nodded approvingly. “That’s a wise decision. You’ve had quite the tumultuous night.”

As I began to step away, an uneasy thought compelled me to turn back. “Cole, if word of what transpired tonight gets out, people might start perceiving me as something entirely different from who I am.”

His expression turned serious, a weight settling in the air between us. “Let them think whatever they wish. You’ve demonstrated that you’re the one in control of the situation. That’s what truly matters.”

I nodded slowly, absorbing his words as I made my way toward my room. The house was enveloped in a thick silence, yet it felt transformed somehow, charged with an energy that hadn’t been there before.

Once inside my room, I paused by the window, my gaze drawn to the moonlight spilling gracefully across the lawn. The golden radiance from earlier flickered through my mind like a cherished memory, vivid and surreal.

I hadn’t anticipated it, hadn’t even known it was coming. But when it arrived, it felt as if it had been waiting for the perfect moment to reveal itself, as if the universe had conspired to align everything just right.

Downstairs, I could faintly hear the voices of Mrs. Carter and Elias engaged in a heated discussion. Their tones were hushed, but I could catch snippets of their exchange.

“She’s dangerous,” Elias asserted, a hint of frustration in his voice.

“She’s necessary,” Mrs. Carter countered, her tone unwavering. “You witnessed her capabilities firsthand. That kind of power isn’t granted to just anyone. It would be wise of you not to challenge it.”

“She’ll destroy everything if you continue to protect her,” he snapped back, his voice rising slightly.

“She may be the only one capable of saving it,” she retorted sharply, the conviction in her voice echoing through the walls.

Their voices gradually faded into silence, but the underlying message resonated clearly within me. Elias was not going to relent.

Turning away from the window, I sank onto the edge of my bed, my mind racing. I understood that tonight had irrevocably altered the course of everything. The council had witnessed my strength, Mrs. Carter had affirmed it, and Elias had been put on notice.

Yet, beneath the surface of my newfound power, I was acutely aware that such strength came at a steep price. Whatever this golden light symbolized, it was merely the beginning of a journey that none of them were prepared for.

And truthfully, I wasn’t entirely sure I was ready for it either.

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**MARK**

The news of Daniel’s recovery spread like wildfire, igniting conversations in every pack meeting, boardroom, and hushed whisper within the Carter family circles. Amy’s name became synonymous with strength, authority, and an almost untouchable control. It was as if she had ascended to a realm where few dared to tread.

Amidst this whirlwind of admiration and speculation, a stark realization hit me: I was no longer a part of her world.

For weeks, I had observed from the sidelines, a mere spectator to her transformation. Each time she graced the media with her presence or entered a meeting, she exuded a calm confidence, as if nothing could penetrate her newfound poise.

I tried to convince myself that it didn’t matter, that Clara needed me more than Amy ever could. Yet, every time I caught a glimpse of Amy’s face, that comforting lie became increasingly difficult to cling to.

Without further thought, I drove straight to the Carter estate, not bothering to inform Clara or Brian of my plans. Upon my arrival, I requested to see Amy. The guards hesitated, exchanging glances until Cole emerged from the driveway, his expression inscrutable.

“Mr. Mark,” he stated flatly, his tone devoid of warmth. “You’re not on the guest list.”

“I’m not here for business,” I replied, my voice firm. “Just tell her I need to speak with her.”

He hesitated for a moment, then finally nodded. “Wait here.”

It felt like an eternity before Amy finally appeared. She wore a soft gray suit, her hair neatly tied back, radiating an air of calm confidence with each purposeful step she took.

“Mark,” she acknowledged as she approached me, her voice measured. “You shouldn’t be here.”

“I know,” I admitted, my heart racing. “But I had to see you.”

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