The Broken Warrior’s Daughter by Cooper

Only a few months left of school and I’m done. I’ll turn 18 in a couple of weeks and if all goes well, I’ll meet my mate, and then dad can hand over the title of Alpha to me after I graduate.

I meet up with Chase, my best friend and my future Beta when I walk into the kitchen of the pack house. “Hey man, what’s up?”

“Morning Alpha, how’s it hanging?” he asks me with a smirk. Bastard must have seen Sheila sneaking out earlier. I smirk back as I sip my coffee, “no blue balls here.”

He laughs outright. “Yeah, you know if your mom catches you…”. He doesn’t have to finish his sentence, we both know my mother would skin me alive. She wants me to wait for my mate. “She won’t,” I reply. “What were you doing up so early anyway?”

He takes a sip of his coffee looking sheepish before answering. “No blue balls on me either my friend. But, at least I’ll walk the girl to her car.”

I smile at my best friend before grabbing my keys, ignoring his jab. “You riding with me today?”

“Yep”, he answers as he follows me out.

floor. The floors for the ranked wolves are all on the left side of the pack house. The right side also has rooms on the second through fourth

is the 2nd largest in the country with well over 500 pack members. And, even though we’re not the largest, we are by far, the strongest. My father is a powerful alpha, I am a strong and powerful alpha heir, and technically, we have two guardians, although I’ve never met the daughter of the man and woman that saved my family’s life. I’ve heard the stories my entire life. My mother created a memorial for Lily Nelson, the Guardian that gave her life to save both my mother and me. She visits the memorial at least once a week to leave fresh flowers and, as she says, to let Lily know that her sacrifice is not forgotten and was not in vain. I say my own silent

as ‘The Broken Warrior’. While my father threatened to punish anyone that called Mr. Nelson by that name, it didn’t matter, the name stuck. I can understand why. He was the best warrior in our pack and now he’s a paraplegic. He’s been in a wheelchair for nearly 13 years. He and his daughter live right on the edge of our packlands and the entire pack has been ordered to give them space. The daughter is around my age, according to my mother. I

all hoping to be the next Luna or Beta female. Most would just be happy to say they slept with one or both of us and we’re happy to oblige. However, I would never take any of them as my Luna, unless she was my fated mate. But I’d be hard pressed to take a mate that had happily slept with me and/or my Beta and who knows how many other

a double standard? Yep. Do I care?

for the weekend,” a red-head asks. I think her name is Jessica and I’m pretty sure she

would like to join us. It’ll be a lot of fun.” She tries to give me a seductive look and I know what kind of ‘fun’ she’s referencing. I look at Chase again and I can see we’re in sync. “Yeah, I think we can make it.”

friend leans into me, “You won’t regret it” she whispers

walking backward, “See you later Alpha, Beta”. I wink

over at me, “Well that sounds promising.” I smile

…….

about going dancing tomorrow night. Now it looks like half of my pack and half of the Shadow Falls

minute. She’s the most

what’s going

responds, and I swear he’s wagging his damn tail. Since