The Broken Warrior’s Daughter by Cooper

Chapter 0039

It’s Friday and I’m really excited about today’s gift. It took a lot for me to get it, and even pulling strings, I still had to fight for it..

After yesterday, I’m getting all kinds of side eyed looks from both my pack. members and Liam’s. There is no issue between our packs and it needs to stay that way, so I don’t say anything, just put on my arrogant Alpha face and continue walking.

I’m at my locker getting books for class, not really paying attention, when hands. come around me from the back and slide across my abdomen. I can tell by the scent of rosewater that it’s Sheila. Have I mentioned I’m not a huge fan of the scent of rosewater?

“Alpha, I’ve missed you.” One hand slides down the inside of my jeans to where she can touch me. “It’s Friday and I was wondering if you’d like to party tonight. We had so much fun last week.”

week, this would have been a completely welcome offering of a good fuck. Today it doesn’t even cause my dick to twitch. Not only is my body not responsive, but the last thing I need is Cara seeing me like this and taking it

wrong.

you, but I have to get to class. As you might remember, tomorrow is my birthday, so I won’t be doing any partying

party?” She states as I start to walk away. “Sure.” I say to get her to go away. I don’t hear whatever else she says or see her smug smile as she turns to her

time lunch rolls around, I’m nearly desperate to see Cara’s reaction to my gift.

so, I’d hate to think we used our favor for something that

understand what she needs and wants and that

to part with the

his son had died in that explosion

+15 BONOS

I know he’ll deliver today.”

then the buzz of chatter starts almost immediately. Most wolves have never seen a fae. They are rare and don’t particularly like werewolves, feeling that our lives are too violent. They prefer to live peaceful lives among the humans, typically identified as ‘tree–huggers, hippies or free spirits‘. For wolves, there is no peaceful life among humans, not unless we hide who we really

is and then, after the briefest of hesitations, hands her the

generations. The only reason I know that it even exists is because I happened to see it when I returned Aolis, Ailduin’s son, to him after finding him in a hunter’s bunker. The hunters knew that we had