Broken Warrior's Daughter Novels & Stories

After being forced to go to rogue wolf territory to exchange my mate's kidnapped childhood sweetheart while three months pregnant, I was tortured to death. I lay dying in the rogue territory, my body broken by silver torture while Willow's dog received protection back at the pack. As the powerful warrior was stopped from leaving, my daughter still clutched the healing gemstone case, now empty. She clenched her small fists, now turning purplish, and begged Willow again and again. "Please, let the warrior come save my mom?" her small voice pleaded.

I don't fault him for the slight accusation because anyone would ask that question so I let it slide. "As far as we are concerned she has never done anything to him for him to react the way he does and yes she can defend herself. She is the only female that trains with the rest of the warriors here and even without her wolf she was able to match me hit for hit when we sparred together. She is the daughter of their past Top Warrior and it seems she got his genetics for fighting." I smile as I am speaking. I'm genuinely proud of her abilities and wish she had ended up being my mate.

My mystery girl, the one that didn’t submit to me, the one that I completely insulted by not knowing who she was. She’s the Broken Warrior’s daughter. My Guardian.

They would beg, they would cry, they would break. Because in my kingdom, only the strong survived. A warrior entered the throne room and bowed before the Lycan King. “All the captured warriors have been sent to the dungeon, Your Highness,” he reported. “As for the women, most of them are omegas, but there are exceptions.” Zane arched a brow, showing little interest until the warrior continued. “One of them is a beta’s daughter, and another is an alpha’s fiancée. She is also an alpha’s daughter.”

I look back at him in question. “That... that is the daughter of Alpha Din. Her pack has been outlawed because... her father is the one that betrayed and killed the Ultimate Alpha.” He says. My body grows cold. I glance back down at the woman in my arms, for the first time feeling the discordant energy around her that marks her as an outlaw. How did I not notice it earlier? “Her father killed Alpha Lor?” Mira asks in a shocked voice. My hand clenches around her shoulders and she moans in pain.

She knew the healers would keep her safe. I was not sure what and how could I possibly do at this moment. This was my fault. I shouldn't have brought her here. But I won't let her die like a slave. I won't. I Channelised my powers in one as I put a goblet of air, filled with memories of truth. She must see it own. It has to be her to break the slave bond. She has to find herself. She is not a slave child. She is the daughter of Ben Duniee, The great and brave warrior.

Third pov: The princess was far too powerful. She appears to be one of the new turn wolves' stronger members. The Alpha had no idea his daughter was so powerful that she knocked out all of his formidable guards. Despite this, the princess had no idea what she done. The Alpha itself couldn’t do anything. He doesn't want anything to harm to his daughter. As the princess utilized her power on the alpha, he did not fight back. The princess, however, fled after he was wounded and pushed to the ground. Someone entered the room. When the Alpha spotted his Beta and his guard, he smiled.

Most of the pack did, or was she simply making polite conversation? “I assumed you would know, we visit quite regularly. I would likely have trained with your father too if he is a warrior. My Mum is the former Alpha's daughter. She met my Dad when he visited. He is a warrior, Mum moved to be with him.” and as I spoke I saw her face fall.

At my bonding ceremony with Liam Jones, the pack witch appeared and dropped a bombshell—my long-lost sister, Victoria, was still alive. She could bring Victoria back, but there was a catch. She turned to my parents and asked: “Are you willing to trade Margret Davis for Victoria Davis? The two will swap bodies.” My parents' faces lit up with excitement. They didn't hesitate for a second. Yes. They said the only reason they had me was because Victoria had vanished, and their mind-link with her had gone silent. I'd spent twenty years living a life that was never mine, while my sister suffered for over a decade. This was what I owed her. Then the witch turned to Liam. Victoria had gone missing b

My smile widens at his words. "Stop stalling, Amelia. Throw out what's repressing you from the inside out at once." She crosses her arms, making her breasts stand out more, and I drop my gauze, wondering what color her pout is. Damn, focus! She is the daughter of the enemy. It must be a card out of the deck. She is his ex-wife's younger sister and last but not least, she is eighteen years old. "What happened?" I resolve to cut to the chase and avert my eyes from temptation. His face turns into a disgusted frown, but he's still looking at me.