Bound To The Broken Alpha (Amy and Daniel) novel Chapter 74

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CLARA

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I woke up feeling like a complete failure. The media had torn me apart, investors had backed away from Mark, and the people who once applauded my name had turned their backs. I had lost everything that had made my life comfortable. I had been exposed and humiliated in public. Nobody handed me pity that I could use. The pity people offered now was the kind that made them feel better without changing anything for me.

I sat at my kitchen table and thought about what that meant. Sitting and feeling sorry for myself wouldn’t fix anything. If the world wouldn’t take me back, then I had to force it to. I had to make people see me not as a fragile figure to be pitied, but as someone they needed to listen to. No more apologies. No more actors playing sympathy. I knew how to work halls of power. I had done it for years. I would do it again, but this time with a different purpose.

First I made a list. The council members who still disagreed with Amy’s place. The businessmen who hadn’t forgiven Mark for the losses. A handful of older pack families who didn’t like the idea of a Luna who showed her power in public. They were my starting points. They felt threatened by change. They believed in tradition, and in their eyes I had been the wronged wife. If I fed them the right story, they would help me.

I called Theron first. He answered on the second ring, his voice careful. He still held influence in the council, and he had a reputation for being cautious with rumors. I needed him to listen. I needed him to validate the doubt that had been planted by others.

“Elder Theron,” I began, keeping my voice soft. “May I come by? There are documents you should see. For your eyes only.”

I arrived with a small leather folder I hadn’t carried in months. Inside were copies of medical notes, notes I had purchased and had a student from the university alter to look like legitimate hospital records. I had photos, too. Photos of Amy on nights when she had been out; I cropped them, changed timestamps subtly, added a few images that suggested meetings with people linked to rival packs. They were not complete lies, they were rearranged facts with pieces missing. Half–truths were easier to pass off because they already contained a seed of reality.

Theron took the folder slowly, scanning each paper without comment. His eyes flicked over the pages, and I watched the set of his jaw. He asked about the provenance, and I played the role of a concerned citizen, a woman who had seen patterns no one else had noticed.

“These were given to me anonymously,” I said. “They were sent with a request that I do something I could not do alone. If they are true, you should know. If they are false, someone is trying to manipulate the council with the aim of hurting the pack.”

He tapped a page with a finger. “If there’s any truth here it would be dangerous. If Amy has been involved with… questionable people, then the council must consider what that means.”

His tone was cautious, but he agreed to pass the documents along. That was my opening.

After Theron, I met with one of the businessmen who had lost stakes when Mark’s company imploded. He was still bitter and he needed a target. I told him the story in another way: not about my pain, but about the future of their investments. I showed him how a Luna whose power could unsettle the council might threaten everything he held dear. He listened and promised to whisper to the investors. He said he would make calls.

Each meeting was precise. I did not shout. I did not plead. I presented questions and let them make their own conclusions. I watched men and women who had been suspicious of Amy see red flags where none had

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I also spent time shaping the narrative outside the council. I fed a reporter a small, plausible detail about Amy’s behavior at a private event. It was nothing big, but enough to make them dig. Journalists want a story with a hook. I gave it to them. I watched as their curiosity became headlines. They wrote about divisions in the council and about concerns that a recent appointee might not be the stabilizing figure everyone hoped for.

My allies multiplied. They were not the kind of people who shouted in public. They were quieter an just the kind who could plant a thought in the right car and have it grow. One of them was an advisor to the shareholders; another coordinated logistics for council meetings. Their help made my story feel less like an attack and more like a precautionary measure.

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