Bound To The Broken Alpha (Amy and Daniel) novel Chapter 97

Chapter 97 Love Triangle

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It had been a quiet week since Mrs. Carter mentioned the vow renewal, but my mind had been anything but calm. Every time I saw Daniel, the memory of the sex we had that night slipped back.

No one knew, not even Brian, and I had no plans to ever speak of it. Still, something about it unsettled me, how natural it had felt, and how complicated it made everything afterward.

So when Brian stopped by my office one afternoon, I was almost grateful for the distraction.

He leaned against the doorway with his usual confidence. “You’re free this weekend, right?”

“That depends,” I said without looking up from my computer. “Why?”

He walked in and set a small card on my desk. “Charity gala. I need a partner.”

I looked at the card. “Can’t you take someone from the council?”

“I could,” he said, “but I’d rather take someone I trust. And before you ask–no, it’s not romantic. It’s just good optics. They expect me to show up with someone from the leadership circle.”

I gave him a skeptical look. “You’re terrible at convincing people you have no ulterior motive.”

He laughed. “That’s because I always do. But this time, it’s purely professional.”

I hesitated, the

nodded. “Alright. But only because I need a change of scenery.”

He smiled. “Perfect. I’ll pick you up at seven.”

When the evening came, I almost changed my mind. The dress I chose was simple–navy blue, elegant but modest. As I walked down the staircase, Brian was waiting near the foyer, wearing a black it that looked like it had been made for him.

He looked up and smiled. “You clean up well, Doctor Amy.”

“Don’t push it,” I said, but I smiled back anyway. Nobody had actually called me that since I started med school.

The gala was held at one of the city’s oldest hotels, the kind where the chandeliers looked older than the‘ guests. The moment we stepped in, I realized this wasn’t just a charity event but a political show disguised as philanthropy. Every handshake came with an agenda. Every smile hid a question.

Brian navigated it effortlessly. He introduced me to business owners, council affiliates, and a few reporters. I mostly stayed quiet, nodding when needed and keeping conversation polite. Still, it felt good to be out of the estate, away from the quiet tension that hung around Daniel and me like unspoken words.

When dinner was served, Brian leaned toward me. “Doing okay?”

“Fine,” I said. “You didn’t tell me this was going to feel like an interrogation with wine.”

He chuckled softly. “That’s the beauty of events like this Everyone’s pretending to care.

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Chapter 97 Love Triangle

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Despite the crowd and the flash of cameras, the night went smoothly. I even cauphyself laughing once or twice. For the first time in weeks, I wasn’t constantly thinking about the past or

niel.

But peace, as usual, didn’t last. By the next morning, I was barely through the a

my phone buzzed with notifications. Photos of Brian and me from the gala walking in together, talking by the entrance, even one where he was helping me adjust the clasp on my bracelet were everywhere. The headlines were predictable.

> “Love Triangle in the Carter Pack?”

> “Alpha’s Wife Seen with now Councilman Brian at Charity Gala.”

>“Inside Sources Say Sparks Are Flying.”

I dropped the phone on my desk and rubbed my forehead. “Unbelievable.”

A few minutes later, Brian came by, holding his own phone. “I assume you’ve seen it?”

“I have,” I said flatly. “They’re making it sound like we were on a date.”

He sighed. “I should’ve known the media would twist it. I’ll issue a statement.”

“Don’t,” I said quickly. “That’ll only make it worse. They’ll think we’re trying to cover something up.”

He nodded. “Alright. Then we do nothing.”

Doing nothing sounded simple enough, but by noon, the situation had spread beyond social media. The press showed up outside the company, and the staff couldn’t stop whispering. I knew it was only a matter of time before Daniel saw it.

When he finally came into my office that afternoon, I stood to explain, but he held up a hand. “I’ve already

seen it.”

His tone wasn’t cold, just… measured. Like he was choosing every word carefully.

“I know how it looks,” I started, “but it’s not-”

He interrupted, shaking his head. “Amy, I’m not asking for an explanation. I know it saying.”

That caught me off guard. “You do?”

what they’re

He gave a faint smile. “Yes. I also know how the media works. They’ll turn anything into a story if it makes people look twice.”

I studied his face, trying to read what he wasn’t saying. You’re not upset?”

“Would it matter if I was?” he asked softly. “You have every right to go wherever you want. Brian’s a friend. I trust both of you.”

His calmness made me more unsettled than anger ever could have.

“Still,” I said, “I don’t want this to cause problems for the company.”

“It won’t,” he said firmly. “I already spoke to the press this morning. I told them there’s nothing to speculate about and that they should focus on the actual work the Carter Foundation is doing instead of personal

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