Broken Warrior's Daughter Novels & Stories

Hadwin said putting his hands out to show his father his entire point, he didn’t want to admit it himself with what he had seen as time went on, but he couldn’t ignore the truth anymore, their pack was no longer Fern’s home. Before either man could speak another word, a panicked mind-link from one of the border guards patrolling fills both of their heads. “Alpha, I was doing my rounds of the border, and I’ve found your daughter Fern, she’s unconscious and seems to have a series of various injuries. She’s laying in our territory, tell me how to proceed sir now that she is the Luna of The Dark Warrior Pack.” The guard asks which couldn’t have been at a more convenient time with what the pair w

His voice low, venomous. “Your daughter betrayed her own Alpha. The man who kept you and her from being thrown out of this house years ago. The man who did everything for your family. And what did she do to him?” His lip curls. “She rejected him. Made him the pack’s laughingstock. She brought war to our doorstep.” His words slice through me. My lungs tighten. “At least I was branded a rebel by the goddess. But your daughter…” He pauses for effect “She’ll forever be known as the Luna who destroyed her own pack.”

And yet the repulsed darkness in her eyes made it clear she was a heartbeat away from sinking her fist into his face. She was the daughter of an Alpha, a female Alpha of her own right. She was strong even if she hadn't been raised to fight. After all, she had been one of his strongest warriors in the future when they had had to fight off roving rogue wolves as well as Gold Nation enemies. To fight her here wouldn't just be a matter of grabbing her by the wrists and pinning her to the wall like he wanted to. She might hurt him, in truth. He was confident he could still take her, but even still...

These were swiftly defeated by joined forces of Kandreah, his sister–the infamous Nethenaiah, my ex Beta Merlius, my daughter, that Wengarthrian commander called Norgarth and his army. I watched him and Aralyn hack through demons in a flurry of swift, smooth and well-coordinated movements. I overheard bits and pieces of their spat while I was still tangled in a fight with Meeran and saw her punching him in the heat of that debate. Is it wrong to say that I felt a bit proud to see my daughter throw a punch at the first commander of the army of Hades’s son? She is feisty and fearless; I love every trait of her personality.

"My daughter thinks she can seduce you. Win you over with pretty words and prettier promises. But I know better. Some wolves have to be broken before they can be bred." She looked back at me one last time. "When your human whore arrives, I'm going to make you watch while I tear her apart. And then, when you're empty, when there's nothing left but grief and rage — my daughter will put a pup in her belly, and you'll thank us for it." "I'll kill you first." "You can try." She smiled again, and it was the most terrible thing I'd ever seen. "But you'll fail. Just like your mother. Just like your brother. Just like everyone who has ever stood against House Varen."

"He wasn't expecting it. I ran before he could get back up and I took his best horse because I needed one and because he owed me considerably more than a horse." I looked at her. A bastard daughter who fought off her own father well enough to break three bones and walk away. Who could recite classified treaty language from memory. Who mapped rooms and held her spine like she'd been trained to take up space in rooms that didn't want her and fought back against men twice her size. None of it added up to what she was telling me she was. "And then you came here," I said. "I had nowhere else to go." "Why here specifically? There are closer fortresses. Pack houses along the border that would have

“All he said was that she was murdered by a hunter mob. Hunters haven’t been active in centuries. Not since we revealed our existence to the world.” “It’s a start. I can put my people on it. The guild in Cerathe was disbanded when Ava took the throne, but Alistair is still in touch with former members. If there’s any information on them, he will be able to find it.” Lucas sighed and pulled me closer to him. Breathing in my scent helped to calm him after particularly stressful events. Finding his daughter almost eighteen years after her mother vanished, pregnant with her, qualified as one of those events.

I said. He nodded in agreement. I knew it. Gamma Eddie was a tough one, no time for slacks. And if I was his daughter, I wouldn't even want to fail. If I did, then my father would even be against me, telling the Alpha to punish me. He was a heavy man, and he breathed steam of fire, very fierce with his angry brows and strict face. He was no guy to joke with. Well, it was a plus one that she had passed the test. The gamma's daughter was not an Omega, so she could be a warrior any time soon. She inherited her father's genes.

Yet, despite the overwhelming pressure of my power and the severity of her injuries, she refused to yield, positioning herself defensively. She was, indeed, the daughter of Alpha Hunter. I carefully examined her frail body: her ribs jutted sharply under her skin, her hind legs were broken, and the stench of male wolf urine was nauseating. I sniffed closer, detecting internal bleeding and several broken ribs, likely the cause of her punctured lung.

Chivalry is indeed dead! ***** Hunter (One hour ago….) Dawn. And she’s sound asleep on the passenger seat. Amber Kratos. The daughter of my family’s murderer. My enemy. My…angel. “Why must it be you?” I whispered. She snored softly. “Why can’t it be you?” I leaned in to press my lips gently onto hers. Then, I closed my eyes and lingered there, taking in her scent. Her words echoed in my mind, and I pushed my mouth deeper into hers.