The Broken Warriors Daughter Novels & Stories

Just like the other one beside it. I scoff under my breath, letting the bottle clink against the table as I set it back down. I should feel triumphant. I should feel whole. But as I stare at the shattered remain s of my life I crashed, at the man who once promised me forever, at the woman who stole my life— All I feel is the bitter taste of something unfinished.

Tears welled up, blurring my vision, as I curled into myself, unable to stop the tremors that wracked my body. I had barely begun to recover from the last time, but here I was again, on the floor, broken and helpless. I couldn't fight it. I couldn't fight him.

"And more than that, she is your daughter. She felt her mother dying, and she refused to let it happen." I leaned back against his chest, closing my eyes against the tears prickling behind my lids. "I broke my own rules, Draven. Everything Vera taught me, everything I promised the council in Moonvale. I dominated fifty warriors without their consent. I forced Commander Thane to choke on his own words."

[Allan Carter, Deputy Captain. On March 17, 2006, he gave his life in the cross-border narcotics interdiction mission codenamed 'Broken Blade.' He was twenty-eight years old.] The cemetery caretaker—an old veteran—led me to the third row, the seventh headstone. His weathered fingers brushed the dust off the stone surface. "Right here. You're his daughter?" "Yes." He crouched down and pulled out the weeds growing in front of the grave.

The thought of my daughter carrying ancient power still terrified me, but Wren’s explanation gave me something I had almost forgotten existed after the war. Hope. I slowly stood and walked toward the doorway, needing to see my daughter with my own eyes. Outside, the kingdom was still broken, but the surviving warriors were beginning to rebuild. Xander stood among them, speaking with pack leaders while helping organize the wounded and the families who had lost everything.

"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."

Pain, rejection, forgiveness, growth. "Thank you," Aria said simply. Kade nodded. "I failed to protect you once. I won't fail again." As the war council reconvened to plan their attack, Aria looked down at Luna sleeping peacefully in her arms. Her daughter. Her impossible, blessed, powerful daughter who represented everything good about choosing love over fate. In four days, they would face Marcus Vane at Moon Lake. The place where Aria's old life had ended would be where she fought for her new one.

But seeing them, seeing the people my parents had once protected now standing here for them, something broke loose inside my chest. Tears slid down my face before I could wipe them away. Kyle glanced at me, startled. “Sage,” he murmured. I shook my head slightly, embarrassed and relieved at the same time. I let go of Thea’s wrist and stepped back. No matter how my body shook, I remembered who I was. I was a warrior’s daughter. I straightened my back and released her fully. Thea stumbled, more from surprise than force, and then turned on me again, her eyes bright with anger.

And with that she left the room without saying anything. I stared at the closed door, feeling like somehow I had hurt her and I didn’t like that feeling. Mrs Natalie Carter had spent years in the Brood, the hellhole I had been. She knew everything about being broken. She knew more than that. She knew how to be broken and still was there for her sons. She managed to love them even when they must remind her of the monster himself. She not only managed to love them but made them into the men they were today. And now she was with the man that she loved and she wasn’t afraid of his touch.

“It’s nice to finally meet you two.” She gave an irritated smile before saying, “I’m sure. Now are you going to answer me? Who are you and what are you doing here. In my son’s house.? Confused I answered again. “My name is Danica.” “You said that already.” His fathered stated. “But who are you? What are you doing in my son’s house.” “Oh. Um…” Nervously I tried to piece together what to say. I work for your son and now I’m living with him. I’m the girl that wrecked his bike forcing him to pay thousands of dollars.