The Broken Warrior’s Daughter by Cooper

Chapter 0192

I shiver as he runs his nose across my jaw before kissing the corner of my mouth.

He stands, taking my hand in one of his and shifting his jeans with the other before turning and guiding me down the stairs to the front door. His pack members flock to him again and I notice that he moves so that I’m standing in front of him. He lets them know that we have to be somewhere but that he’ll be back later if they need to meet with him about anything.

He walks me to a giant truck, opening the passenger door and lifting me inside. He leans over and clicks the seatbelt into place before pecking my lips again and winking before closing the door and coming around to climb into the driver’s

side.

The last time I was in a car was when the vampires had me in the trunk. Before that, it was when I was still part of a pack. It’s weird being back in a car again.

As we start to pull away, I look at my surroundings. It’s pretty here, in a different way than it was back in my childhood pack in Minnesota. I much prefer the warmer climate here.

I turn to look at Liam. “Taking care of me is keeping you from your work with the pack, isn’t it?” I ask him.

knuckles before setting it on his thigh. “My pack is the largest in the country. I have 832 pack members with another 27 pregnant females that will be adding to my numbers within the

I don’t know much about Liam and I’d like

as his face takes on a tense look. I jump in before he says

it back in his lap. “I told you

my father. When I was six years old, my mother was murdered. We were attacked by another pack

in BONOS

well what it feels like to have your mother murdered.

decision making for the pack. He and I made all the decisions together for the pack and the company that I own from the time I was 10 to the time I was 16. The day after my 16th birthday, my father died. There was no reason,

can see the pain in his eyes. I turn my hand in his, intertwining our fingers and rubbing my thumb over his hand. I want him to know he’s not alone.

somber affair, not like most of them which are a celebration. And honestly, it didn’t matter. I’d been running this

are you now?” I ask

“Nearly 25.”