Bound To The Broken Alpha (Amy and Daniel) novel Chapter 98

Chapter 98 A Little Normalcy

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A strange news came the next morning. I was in the middle of reading through a report when Brian knocked and stepped into my office with that look that always meant something’s up.

He didn’t waste time. “It’s about Clara,” he said.

I looked up slowly. “What about her?”

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“She’s in a hospital abroad. Swit. I

think. They said it’s a mental health facility. Word is, she had a

breakdown.”

For a moment, I just stared at him. Not out of shock, but because it took a second for the words to sink in. Clara. Hospitalized. Abroad.

Brian set the paper down on my desk, the headline short and cold:

The former beta daughter was admitted to a treatment center after public disappearance.

So that was where she had gone. After the ritual that night, it had been like she vanished. No calls, no sightings, nothing. Even Mark had disappeared around the same time. I had assumed they went into hiding, but now it made sense.

I leaned back in

my chair. “Mark’s with her?”

Brian nodded. “Apparently, he’s the only one. He’s been handling her care. No one else from her family’s involved.”

I didn’t know ho

to feel. There was no satisfaction, no bitterness. Just a finality.

“Does Daniel know?” I asked.

“He does,” Brian said. “He told me not to make a fuss about it. Said it’s not our concern

more.”

He was right. It wasn’t. But a small part of me remembered the last time I saw Clara, t

c in her eyes, the way she’d been desperate to prove herself through that ritual. Something in her had been unraveling long before that night.

When Brian left, I sat there for a while, thinking about how different things felt now compared to then. The endless tension, the schemes, the distrust–everything that used to define our lives felt like a distant echo.

Later that afternoon, I ran into Daniel in the hallway. He looked calm, maybe even lighter than usual.

“You heard?” I asked quietly.

He nodded. “Yeah. Brian told me.”

“And?”

He gave a small shrug. “There’s nothing to say, really. I don’t hate her. I don’t wish her harm. I just… don’t have anything left to feel about it.”

That was exactly how I felt too.

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Chapter 98 A Little Normalcy

“I’m glad she’s getting help.” I said. “Maybe she’ll find some peace.”

He nodded again, thoughtful. “Mark’s a good man. He’ll make sure she does

We didn’t talk about it after that. There was no point in reopening old wounds. i ended a long time ago, even if neither of us had realized it until now.

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That evening, Mrs. Carter brought it up during dinner. She had the day’s paper folded beside her plate.

“Well,” she said, pouring herself some tea, “I suppose that explains why things have been unusually quiet lately.”

Daniel looked up from his food. “You’re relieved,” he said plainly.

“I am.” she admitted. “Don’t misunderstand me–I don’t wish her ill. But that girl caused enough trouble to last a lifetime. Maybe now, we can have some peace.”

I smiled faintly. “You sound hopeful.”

“For once, I am,” she said. “This family has been through enough chaos. It’s time we stop living like the next disaster is always around the corner.”

Her words stuck with me. Maybe it was because for the first time, they felt true.

After dinner, I went out to the balcony for some air. The estate was quiet, the kind of quiet that used to make me uneasy but now felt almost comforting. Daniel joined me a few minutes later, leaning against the railing beside me.

“Do you ever think about how different things are now?” he asked.

“All the time,” I said. “Sometimes I can’t believe it’s the same life.”

He nodded. “Back then, I couldn’t imagine things calming down. It felt like every day was another battle.”

“It did,” I agreed. “But we made it through.”

He turned his head slightly toward me. “We did.”

We stood there in silence for a while, just watching the lights from the city flicker in une distance. For once, there was no tension, no unsaid words hanging between us. Just peace.

The next day at the office, Brian stopped by again, this time looking more relaxed than I’d seen him in weeks.

“You know,” he said, leaning on my desk, “Clara was her own undoing. She couldn’t let go of her ambition, even when it was eating her alive.”

I looked up from my computer. “You’re not wrong.”

He shrugged. “She had a choice. We all did. Some of us learned from the mess. Some didn’t.”

“Do you think people really change?” I asked.

Brian smiled faintly. “You did.”

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