Bound To The Broken Alpha (Amy and Daniel) novel Chapter 63

Losing Control

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Cole was the first to know. He gave me that small, proud smile of his and said, “You earned this.”

Dold Mx Carter about it and I was surprised to see that she wasn’t upset about that

The night of the business awards was approaching soon and I wasn’t enthusiastic towards going. I didn’t

plan to amend, but Mrs. Carter insisted. She said my name had come up as one of the nominees for the “Most Outstanding Executive” award. When they called my name, I froze for a second. Everyone clapped. Even Elias smiled, though I could tell it was forced.

From the corner of my eye. I saw Mark standing at the far end of the hall. He wasn’t clapping, but he was watching me

After the ceremony, I found Clara waiting by the car with that same smirk that never quite reached her eyes. She’d been quiet lately, but I could sense something.

“Congratulations,” she said. “I guess you’re winning everything these days.”

“I’m just doing my job,” I replied calmly.

“Right” she said softly, tilting her head. “And stealing everyone else’s spotlight while you’re at it.”

I didn’t respond. She thrived on reactions, and I wasn’t giving her any. But I noticed my mother’s pendant around her neck. The same one that Mark gave her and still wouldn’t get back for me. I froze for a moment, the walked closer.

That pendant.” I said quietly. “Give it to me.”

She touched it lightly. “This old thing? It was a gift you already know that.”

“That’s a lie,” I said. “That’s mine. It belonged to my mother. Give it back.”

Clara crossed her arms. “You must be mistaken. This is mine now.”

I stepped closer. “You stole it.”

“Big words, Amy,” she sneered. “You can’t accuse me of stealing without proof.”

Mark walked in at that exact moment, probably drawn by the raised voices. “What’s going on here?”

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Chapter 63 Lesing Control

“She’s wearing my mother’s pendant,” I said, turning to him.

Clara’s tone changed instantly. “She’s mistaken, Mark. She’s been under a lot of pressure lately.”

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He sighed and rubbed his temple. “Amy, maybe you’re confusing it with something similar. Yours got lost.”

That hit a nerve. “I know my own mother’s pendant, Mark. It’s not something I could mistake.”

He looked between us, and then like always he took Clara’s side. “Let’s not make this a big issue tonight. We can sort it out later.”

I looked at him for a moment, realizing I wasn’t angry anymore,i was just greatly irritated. “You always choose her,” I said quietly. “You think that makes you loyal, but all it makes you is blind.”

Clara smiled, proud of herself, as if she’d won again.

I turned and walked away. “I’ll reclaim everything that was stolen from me,” I said without looking back. “With or without your help.”

Later that night, I stayed up late in Daniel’s room, pretending to read, but my mind was somewhere else. I thought about how far things had gone, how twisted everything had become. Mark was lost in a cage he built himself–guilt, pride, and confusion all tangled together.

Clara’s behavior had changed too. She was no longer just jealous, she was destructive and wouldn’t mind burning everything in relation to me.

I flashed back to the argument I saw her having with Brian.

“You’re not the same anymore,” she’d shouted. “You’re supposed to be on my sidel”

Brian had simply walked past her, “Maybe I’m tired of being on the wrong side.”

The tension between them was obvious. And strangely, I didn’t feel satisfactio watching it. Clara was burning herself out, and she didn’t even know it. She would most likely kill herself before the sickness does.

A week later, I attended another foundation meeting. Brian was there too, and he didn’t bother hiding how he felt anymore. When he spoke to me, his tone was soft, his smile was genuine. “You did well, Amy,” he said after the meeting. “You’re stronger than you think.”

“Thank you,” I replied, though I wasn’t sure how to respond to the warmth in

his eyes.

He admired me and it was clear now. But unlike Mark, he didn’t make it feel complicated. He just let it be.

As I walked to my car, I caught sight of Mark and I walked past him, “You shouldn’t be here, Mark.”

He shifted slightly, his voice low. “You make it hard to stay away.”

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