The Broken Warrior’s Daughter by Cooper

The next morning at training, Alpha Anders put me up against three of his warriors. I wasn’t concerned, Dad has been training me for multiple attackers most of my life. Two of them will be easy to take down. Trevor, however, will take some work. Next to me and the ranked wolves, he’s their best warrior. He’s smart in his fighting, not just relying on his strength which is the mistake that most warriors make with me. Trevor watches his opponent and learns their weaknesses. He’s still trying to find mine, but that hasn’t slowed him down one bit.

I wait until they are in position, putting me in the middle of a triangle between them. I face Trevor, my biggest threat, while keeping the other two in my peripheral vision. Trevor comes in first swinging to punch me in the gut. I quickly duck under his right arm, sliding down to my knees and skidding over to Richard, or The Dick, as I call him. I swing my arm as hard as I can up between his legs and crush his family jewels, bringing him down and taking him out. I hear and feel the air whooshing near my head and I lay back flat on my back, bent at the knees so my feet are still planted on the ground. I see Kent’s leg flying over where my head just was. As his body turns with the momentum, I swing my feet up, catching the leg he has planted. I twist my body, pulling Kent down and dislocating his knee in the process. He howls in pain, rolling around on the ground.

I swing myself back up, ready for Trevor. He’s watching me, calculating. I give him a smirk, waving him forward with my fingers. He fakes like he’s going to hit me and then slides, trying to take out my legs. I leap over him, swinging back around to give him a roundhouse to the head, but he ducks, using the move that I just did with Kent. Clever bastard.

We go back and forth, both getting in jabs but not able to take the other one down until I was finally able to throw a punch to his throat. In his moment of shock, I was able to grab his arm and twist it, just to the point before dislocation, bringing him to his knees and forcing him to tap out or have me dislocate his shoulder. The rest of the squad is watching, clapping for my win. I give Trevor my hand and pull him up. “Nice job little badass, but I’m coming for you.” he smirks before helping to get the other two to the infirmary. I smile back, “I look forward to a real challenge one day Trevor.” He barks out a laugh before helping to carry Kent. I look at Alpha Anders and he gives me a nod of approval.

The school day goes by in a blur. I caught Rik looking at me several times throughout the day, but was able to avoid running into him. Of course, his ever present entourage helped out with that as well.

On our way home, Jason starts chatting about our night at the Club. Friday nights are our night. The end of the week we go to a local club, Dark Moon. It’s in between the packlands for Canyon Ridge and Shadow Falls, therefore, it’s werewolves only. I’ve been going since I turned 17 almost a year ago. It’s a great way to blow off the steam of the week. It’s also become the place that I meet up with Alpha Liam.

me only 17. But, unlike a certain future alpha of my pack, Liam knows who and what I am. He appreciates me for who I am and has left no question that he would be more than willing to take me as his chosen mate. He is also aware that at my age, I haven’t been able to potentially find my fated mate, so he is being patient and I think he’s secretly hoping that we’re fated mates. In truth, I am too. I like Liam a lot. He’s everything an alpha should be. Besides being one of the sexiest men I’ve ever met, he is intelligent, caring, and he’s a strong alpha that takes good care of his pack. It doesn’t

with Dad, I quickly grab a bite to eat then head upstairs to shower and get ready. A friend of mine from warrior training, Lacey, calls to make sure I’m going tonight and to see if she can hitch a ride. I tell her it’s Jason’s turn to drive and she agrees to text

matching pink scarf that I use as a belt. I finish the outfit with pink and black colorblock cutout suede stiletto heels. I leave my hair down and accentuate my natural curls. I go light on makeup since I plan to work up a sweat, but I do put on a smokey eye to make my

that he’s out front. I say goodnight to my father and head out. Jason has already

down any more alphas in the last 24 hours?” Dean asks with a stupid smirk on his face. “Not in the last 24 hours, but the night is young

expect him, he is an alpha and he has things that are more important than coming to a club on a Friday night and dancing with me. Although, lately, he’s also started driving me home, but again, he’s a busy man, so I don’t count on him

“but, if I was to put money

it.” I just laugh. I see Jason looking at me in the rearview mirror. I’m not really close to anyone except for Jason, so most people don’t know that I’m saving myself

the grumbles and complaints of the others who are waiting. “Looking good little badass,” the bouncer says as I walk past him. I stop and turn to him. “Seriously? You too?” He just shrugs and gives me a smile. I sigh and

faster, so we burn alcohol quickly and it takes a lot for us to get drunk. We head straight for the bar

both local packs and some I don’t recognize. I see several girls from school and I’m just about to turn around for my second shot when I lock eyes

bitch,” I swear as I turn around, pick up my shot and clink my glass to Jason’s, Lacey’s and Dean’s before downing the drink.