Bound To The Broken Alpha (Amy and Daniel) novel Chapter 82

Chapter 82 We Don’t Know Who We Are

DANIEL

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It’s been annoyingly long weeks and recovery was slower than I liked, but I kept pushing through it. Every stretch, every session, every stumble, I told myself it mattered.

I wasn’t just fighting for strength, I was fighting for Amy to see me as more than the man she was forced to

marry.

Amy came by my room most mornings. beside me while I ate breakfast.

She’d bring my medication, sometimes a book, sometimes just sit

She didn’t hover or ask if I needed help. Instead, she let me do things myself, even when I failed halfway. There was a kind of respect in that silence, but there was also distance.

I noticed the way she always left something unsaid. Every word she chose seemed stressed, like she was careful not to step too close.

By mid morning, I decided to do something different. I’d arranged for flowers to be sent to her room. They were simple white lilies. They arrived before breakfast, and when she came down, she looked at me, confused.

“Are these from you?” she asked.

I nodded. “They’re your favorite, right?”

She stared at them for a moment, then said quietly, “They used to be my mother’s favorite.”

“I know,” I said. “My mum mentioned.”

Her eyes softened for a second, “Thank you,” she said.

I wanted her to smile, but instead, she just sat down and poured coffee.

After breakfast, I followed her outside while she took a call. The sun was warm, the air smelled like old memories I couldn’t reach. “You’re always busy lately. School, the council meetings, helping around the estate.”

She gave a short laugh. “It keeps me sane.”

“I’d like to help,” I said.

“With what?”

“With you. With whatever you’re doing.”

She turned to look at me, serious now. “Daniel, you don’t have to do that. You’re still recovering.”

“I want to,” I said. “We’re still married, right? I should at least know what’s happening in your world.”

She hesitated. “That’s the thing,” she said. “You keep saying ‘we. But you don’t even know what we are.”

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I looked away. “Then tell ine. Help me understand what it is beyond being your husband”

She sighed. “It’s not that simple.

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But it was. I just didn’t know how to make her see that I wanted to start again, even if we were just mated together.

Later that day, I asked the staff to bring breakfast to her study. It was nothing fancy, just pancakes, fruit, and tea. I wanted her to see that I was trying.

I stayed in her study until she came in. When she walked in and saw the setup, she stopped.

“You did this?” she asked.

“Yeah.” I said, trying to sound casual. “You’ve been working hard. I thought you might need a break.”

She stared for a moment before sitting down. “You didn’t have to.”

“I wanted to,” I said again.

We ate mostly in silence, but it was a comfortable kind this time. For a moment, it almost felt normal.

When she stood up to leave, I asked, “Do you ever think we could start over?”

She paused. “Start over?”

“Yeah,” I said. “From here. Forget the past, just… try again.”

She looked at me for a long time. “Daniel,” she said softly, “you don’t even remember who you were. You’re trying to fix something you don’t understand.”

“I can learn,” I said. “About you. About us.”

Her eyes met mine. “And if who you were before doesn’t match the man you think you are now?”

I didn’t know how to answer that.

Before I could respond, Brian walked in, a folder in hand. “Sorry to interrupt,” he said. “Council papers for Amy.”

He glanced between us, probably reading the silence. He gave Amy a small nod, then turned to me. “You’re making progress, Daniel. Physically, at least.”

I ignored the tone. “Trying my best.”

He nodded again but didn’t leave immediately. Instead, he looked at Amy. “You should go over the proposal before tomorrow’s meeting. I’ll wait outside.”

She gave him a quick thanks and followed him out. Through the small peek in the door, I could see them talking quietly.

Brian had this way of standing too close when he spoke to her, but she didn’t seem bothered. It wasn’t romantic, not exactly. It was more like he understood her in ways I didn’t.

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When she came back. I said, “You trust him.”

“Brian?” she asked, “He’s been consistent. That’s rare around here.”

“I could be consistent too,”

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