The Broken Warrior’s Daughter by Cooper

Chapter 0162

One month ago

Five months. Five months I’d been searching for Eli Gunnar and I finally have him cornered. He’s wily, I’ll give him that, but he won’t get away from me this

time.

I’m sitting outside a seedy hotel off of Interstate–10 in fucking No Where’s Ville Texas. I’m ready to snag this asshole and finally get him back home. We have the place surrounded. We’ve laid eyes on him and we’ve made up a story to the 15 year old human idiot running the front desk about us being US Marshalls and this guy being on the run. Whatever. That’s just so the cops aren’t called giving him a chance to sneak away like he did the last time.

As I watch, he comes out his door, looking around before closing it behind him. He has his bag over his shoulder. Looks like he’s about to move again. We caught up to him just in time.

My guys move in and surround him. He throws his bag to the ground and prepares to fight, but they shoot several darts of wolfsbane and it only takes a minute for him to drop. I get out of the car and walk over to him. He’s still conscious when I grab his hair pulling his face up to mine. “Got you, you sack of shit. Now you will pay for what you have done.”

I’ve had Eli in my dungeons for nearly a month. For the first week, I didn’t even ask him anything, just used him as a punching bag. I have so much pent–up

anger

Cara, my annoyance at having to choose a Luna that I don’t feel

The man can take a beating, that’s for sure. I’ve started to wonder if he has some alpha blood in

from my hands and turn to him.

the past three weeks. Why did he kill my mother?

answer is always the same. “I didn’t kill her.”

at him, his arms are restrained by silver cuffs over his head to a bolt in the

feet dragging on the

were found holding her dead and bloodied body. Why did you

other barely a slit. “I didn’t do it. i

such a stand–up guy. Is that why you tried to force Cara Nelson into

admit that. She didn’t deserve what I did

hair, pulling his head up so he has to look at me. “So just admit it. After all this time, aren’t you tired of denying what you did? Just admit it and I can end this torture. I’ll give you a quick death. Continue to deny it, and this,” I gesture around

spitting blood at my feet. “I. Did. Not. Do. It.” He enunciates each word.

I lay into him for another 20