The Broken Warrior’s Daughter by Cooper

Chapter 0051

After getting a drink, I’m immediately swarmed by pack members of all ages. wishing me a happy birthday. My eyes keep scanning the room, hoping to see Cara. I’m desperate to know if she is wearing the dress I got her. My entire plan for tonight depends on it.

Chase comes over to pull me out of the group of people that have surrounded me. I’m about to thank him when the room goes silent.

I turn to the door and see Cara and her father. ‘Mate!‘ Kai says suddenly in my head. A broad smile spreads across my face. ‘Yeah she is.‘

Kai is jumping around wanting to go see her. ‘Play it cool Kai, remember, she’s not 18 yet. Artemis won’t recognize us as her mate for a couple more months.‘ This calms him down, but he continues to pace around in my head. ‘Calm down. Remember our plan for tonight. We’ll have her in our arms soon.‘

She looks stunning. The dress I chose is perfect for her. She looks…like a Luna. Like MY Luna. Beautiful, proud, strong, and absolutely perfect. And currently looking a bit like she wants to throw up. The pink in her cheeks is a dead giveaway that she isn’t happy to be the center of attention.

From the corner of my eye, I see my warriors all incline their heads. I turn back to see Mr. Nelson swallow hard, his eyes looking a bit misty at their

acknowledgement and deference. Before I can move, my mother has started in their direction, my father right behind her.

mother approaches Cara and my dad welcomes Mr. Nelson. As dad draws Mr. Nelson away, I see Cara reach up to touch her necklace. My mother is a cunning woman. I don’t know what she’s asking Cara, but

and Mr. Nelson. It’s time that I received a proper introduction to the man that

circle of warriors that have crowded around. “Son. I’d like you

turns to Mr. Nelson, “Clint, it is my pleasure

to shake his hand. “It is a pleasure to finally meet you, Sir. My mother and father have told me

Rik, it is a pleasure to meet you.”

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warriors in the group, I can’t help but look back at Cara. I’ve only been watching

when I see my mother walking her over to where I am, no doubt planning to make

But I can tell that while she has no problem with her words or for

reaches out to shake my hand, stressing that she’s

of her hand. I can feel the tingles of our touch going