The Broken Warrior's Daughter Chapter 11 Read Online Free นิยาย & เรื่องราว

Nick paused. He drew back and connected their gaze. Her eyes didn't have a trace of desire in them unlike his. They were emotionless but he could see through them. A tinge of anguish was burning beneath her brilliant orbs. She smiled ruefully at him. "I am indeed a whore's daughter but you were wrong to assume that I would appreciate being traded off from one man to another, you know," she stated while staring into his eyes. Nick had no reply to that. " I...I told.."

Kate's P.O.V. As I pressed my hand on that warrior’s skin, darkness swallowed me whole. The cold hospital room vanished, replaced by a battlefield drenched in blood. The injured warrior staggered across the ruined courtyard, every breath sounding like broken glass scraping his lungs. His wolf growled fiercely as three rogues surrounded him, attacking at once. Despite his injuries, the warrior refused to retreat. He fought like a man protecting something far more valuable than his own life. Claws collided, and growls shook the air as he managed to throw one rogue into a wall before another ripped across his shoulder.

Now he's pretending, which isn't necessary since I know it's just acting because Cleo called him “Daddy. “I was holding her when she gave up the ghost,” I continue, my voice shaking despite how hard I try to steady it. “She just… stopped fighting. She gave up.” A broken laugh escapes me, and I taste the bitterness on my tongue. I feel empty thinking about it. Tears slide down my face, but I don’t bother wiping them away. I am the daughter of a mad woman. That’s what Christina always says. A woman who chose death over her own child.

Like approval. Somewhere in the distance, a wolf howls. Not a hunter. Not an enemy. Just a wolf. Calling to the moon. Calling to me. I am Lyra. Daughter of a dead woman. Heir of a forgotten bloodline. Mate of a cursed Alpha. I am not nobody. I never was. And the war has only just begun. --- END OF CHAPTER 20

"If I see you near the pack house again, I will finish what the rogues started." They left me there. Their laughter faded down the gravel path, leaving me bleeding in the mud, my father's three months of work ruined in the filth. I curled into a ball, my ribs aching from her parting kick, the silver poison singing in my veins. I was a warrior. A top scout. And I had let them break me like glass because I was too tired to fight back. A low, thunderous roar shook the leaves above me. Luka burst from the brush, his eyes completely black as he dropped to his knees beside me. His large hands trembled as he hovered over my bloody shoulder, not knowing where to touch. "Betty. Betty, look at me."

The stinging pain made Claire open her eyes. When she moved her left hand, she winced as the pain intensified. She looked at the back of her hand to see what had happened, and her eyes widened in shock. Her knuckles were torn, and fresh blood was oozing out. She quickly stood up from the hard wooden floor to grab the first-aid kit. “How did my hand get hurt like this?” she muttered as she cleaned the wound with alcohol. The intense stinging brought tears to her eyes. Unable to bear the sight of the small tear in her skin, she looked away. But what she saw was the mirror hanging next to her wardrobe, shattered into pieces, with shards still embedded in the frame.

Bowing his head Nathan followed behind him as his mind link the warriors to prepare. . . To be continued... . Do let me know your thoughts on the chapter in the comments section and don't forget to leave your precious thoughts on the story on the main page of the book in the reviews section.... . With Much Love... Elvira🤍

The darkness collided with it. The impact shook the room. Several warriors stumbled. A pillar cracked. The symbols shattered. The darkness disappeared. Gone. Completely. The chamber stood frozen. Nobody moved. Nobody breathed. Seraphine looked around slowly. Then down at her empty hands. The fight left her all at once. The anger. The obsession. The hatred. Only exhaustion remained. She didn’t resist when the warriors approached. Didn’t speak. Didn’t look at anyone. The guards secured her restraints.