The Broken Warrior’s Daughter by Cooper

Chapter 0084

I slept well Tuesday night. It was nice being back in my own bed after so much time.

When I wake up in the morning, I hear the sounds of training outside. I head over to my window seat and sit. Rik had said that dad was training the warriors now, but I didn’t realize he meant here in our personal training facilities.

My eyes are immediately drawn to Rik. He is strong and fast. As I watch, I see him helping his warriors, assisting them when they might give up. I’ve never trained with him and I didn’t realize how much of a leader he is. He leads by example. He doesn’t complain about anything that my dad throws at them and he’s throwing a lot. He’s yelling at them, calling them pansies and basically acting like he’s a drill sergeant.

After they finish with the obstacles, I watch as Rik begins sparring with each of his warriors. His technique is different than mine, as it should be. As a warrior, you play to your strengths. Rik’s are muscle strength, height and speed. Mine are agility, speed and endurance. Although, based on how easily he seems to be putting his warriors down, endurance isn’t a weakness of his either.

I guess I’m cheating a bit, watching his technique before we spar, but I can’t look away. For all his size and strength, he is grace in motion. There’s an elegance in his movements that you don’t normally see in warriors who expect to use their strength to defeat their enemy. As I watch, I see him pulling his punches with his weaker warriors. I do the same. You want them to learn and get better, not feel defeated by being beaten every day. However, he goes all out with his stronger warriors. Trevor gives him the toughest battle, but he still wins.

Artemis begins purring in my head.

‘Really? Are you wasting your strength on watching Rik sparring? Shouldn’t you be resting or doing something to get your strength back?‘ I ask my wolf, although I’m secretly happy to have her active in my head, even if it’s because she’s drooling over an Alpha.

Maybe we should ask him to give us personal lessons, I’m sure I’d be

And I’m not asking him to give you special sessions so you can “feel

me. ‘If you

+IS BONO

sits back in my head but continues to watch,

right at me. His mouth tipped up at the edges in a small smile and he winked at me before turning and heading back toward the pack

comes in and sees me in the kitchen. “Sweetheart, are

Yes, I know I’m still healing. I’m still sore, but I can make breakfast. I promise I’ll take it easy

to shower and I’ll come join you. Did

I have to know, what did those poor warriors ever do to you?”

me a wicked smile. “Oh, I haven’t even started yet.” And he rubs hist hands together like

Dad flashes me a grin