The Broken Warrior’s Daughter by Cooper

Chapter 0482

“Oh, don’t play coy. You know. See how compatible we are sexually.” He leans in, placing a kiss on my neck before moving to my ear. “I know I’d love to take you for a test ride.”

I pull away, moving as far away as the seat will allow. “Actually, I’ve been saving myself for…..my mating night.” Telling him I’m waiting for my mate won’t work. He’s basically said he doesn’t care about that.

I watch as his eyes widen, then darken with this news. “You’re untouched?” It’s probably supposed to sound like a purr, but it makes my stomach clench in revulsion.

I swallow, hard. “Yes.” It comes out as a squeak. Please goddess get me out of this

car.

“Well, that changes things. It will make the night of your birthday so much more exciting when I am your first.” He’s practically salivating at the thought.

When we get to the packhouse, he helps me out of the car. “I’m really tired. It’s been a long day and you’ve given me so much to think about. Goodnight Alpha.”

I don’t give him a chance to respond. I hurry to my room, running into the bathroom before throwing up everything that I had for dinner.

‘Andra, please tell me we won’t accept him as our mate.‘ For the first time since I got my wolf, she is quiet, and I feel absolutely alone.

and see a text from Clint. It immediately settles my

knew something was off about this visit. I want to tell him about it and see if he has any ideas for how

he will be back tomorrow, it won’t be until late. He tells me not to tell my father. Fat chance, I don’t even know where he is. I haven’t seen him since

room, knowing that it won’t keep Alpha Mahli out and knowing that I won’t sleep a wink

bottom set rather than just a nightshirt. I grab the blanket off the

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the window ledge, listening to the clock slowly tick through the

hear the doorknob jingle softly. Thankfully, Alpha Mahli doesn’t use the key to come in.

the night, I feel

the bathroom.‘

I

I get up and go into the bathroom. I turn on the light.

I

the mirror.‘ She

and my hands fly to my mouth. ‘Andra,

of a Guardian. I’m