Bound To The Broken Alpha (Amy and Daniel) novel Chapter 9

**When Dawn Breaks Slowly Hope Finds Space To Grow by Jin Rowan Vale**

**Chapter 9: Important Update**

**AMY**

The soft glow of dawn crept into my room, casting a gentle light that danced across the walls. As I lay there, I could still feel the remnants of soreness in my body from the audition—the adrenaline of the moment had faded, but the victory lingered. I had won the role, and that triumph eclipsed any discomfort I felt.

With a deep yawn, I stretched my limbs, relishing the morning’s promise as I reached for my phone on the nightstand. My heart fluttered with anticipation. I was eager to dive into the updates—perhaps there would be information about fittings or the rehearsal schedule for the show that I was now a part of. A grin spread across my face as I unlocked the screen, excitement bubbling within me.

However, that smile quickly faltered, frozen in place as I spotted a new email notification. My thumb hesitated over the screen, a sense of dread creeping in as I tapped it open. The subject line was stark and unsettling.

**IMPORTANT UPDATE**

I began reading, each word feeling like a weight pressing down on my chest, constricting my breath with every line.

“Dear Amy,

We regret to inform you that due to unforeseen adjustments, your selection as star model has been reassigned. Clara will now represent the brand for the upcoming show. We acknowledge your effort and encourage you to continue pursuing opportunities with us in the near future.”

The message bore Mark’s unmistakable mark—his influence was evident, and I knew he was the puppet master pulling the strings behind this sudden change. No one else had the audacity to orchestrate such a swift betrayal, nor would anyone dare to challenge him.

A surge of anger ignited within me, rising like a tidal wave before crashing over my senses. I didn’t even register the movement as my hand flung the phone across the room. It collided with the wall, then thudded to the floor, the sound echoing my frustration. My breath quickened and my hands trembled as I stood up, the chair I had been sitting on flying backward from the force of my kick. In a fit of rage, I seized the water bottle from the table and hurled it, the liquid spilling everywhere like my control slipping through my fingers.

My wolf stirred within me, her growl resonating through my chest, a primal urge to unleash the storm brewing inside. “Shift,” she urged, “let me out. Let me handle this.”

“No,” I whispered fiercely to myself, gripping the edge of the desk with white-knuckled determination. I had to remain composed. If I transformed now, I would lay waste to everything in my path, just as Mark would want. He thrived on chaos, on proving that I was unstable, that I could not handle the pressures of this world.

But the flames of my hatred for him blazed hotter than ever. This was more than a career setback; it was a personal affront. He was intent on humiliating me, reminding me that no matter the accolades I achieved, he was the one pulling the strings behind the curtain. I paced the room, my heart racing, every nerve ending screaming for release. My wolf clawed at the surface of my consciousness, furious and restless, while I fought to keep my composure. My hands balled into fists as I took deep, steadying breaths.

“This isn’t over,” I murmured, my voice laced with fury, though it trembled slightly. “Not by a long shot.”

I sank onto the edge of the bed, my nails digging into my palm, the pain grounding me momentarily. My mind raced with thoughts of retaliation, but before I could form a coherent plan, my phone buzzed from the floor where it had fallen.

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