The Broken Warrior’s Daughter by Cooper

Chapter 0177

When I take Angel into the bathroom, I know she’s expecting me to do something sexual or lewd. So, I make it a point to not look at her, well, not much. I’ve already seen her body, several times while she was unconscious. It’s already etched into my mind. I know that you can see every rib, that her hips bones jut out too sharply, that her shoulders have more bone than meat on them. She’s not only a small girl but she’s been starving for a long time. I can’t wait to see what her body looks like when she fills out. Cyran and I will make sure she eats and gets enough food. She will never go hungry again.

When I tell her to lay back so I can wash her hair, I can feel her eyes drilling holes into my

head. So I fight the urge to look her over. I know her body won’t have changed, she’s only had one small meal. So instead, I look into her eyes and wink at her. Her jerk of surprise almost made me smile. The whimper of pleasure when I began washing her hair definitely had me smiling. It feels good taking care of my mate. Even Cyran is purring in my mind as we massage her head and I feel her body begin to relax under my ministrations.

I want to ask her more questions, but I don’t want to ruin this moment. She’s calm and doesn’t look like she’s ready to bolt at the slightest hint of an opportunity. So, I wait.

Her question about why I’m doing this is dangerous. I don’t want to tell her I’m her mate. I’m not sure how she will react, especially since her wolf isn’t yet at full strength. So, I decide to go with my gut. I’m pretty sure her experience with Alphas is bad and I want her to know I’m not like that.

You stumbled into my pack practically. on your death bed. While you are a rogue and I have to take that into

also been through a lot and need my protection. An Alpha’s job is to protect those that cannot protect themselves. While that mostly applies to my pack,

frown at my response, but she remains

I hear the omegas leaving the room, I mind link them thanking them and asking that they make two trays of

realize she was crying until I smelled the saltiness of her tears. When I looked, I could see her assessing her body. There is almost no part of her that

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makes her look like a warrior. What has she endured and overcome to survive it? I’m serious when I tell her that not many could have survived what she has. It’s a testament to her strength. And while she may not

know it’s long and so silky. I run my fingers through it longer than I need to because I love the way it feels. I know she said she wants to cut it, but I really hope it’s

blond. Her eyes are a pale gray, so pale that it’s hard to really determine what color they