The Broken Warrior’s Daughter by Cooper

Chapter 0516

“Hey, hey, hey. What is this?” He asks, pulling me into his chest, wrapping his

arms around me.

I sniff as the tears come. Clint picks me up, taking me to a nearby tree and sitting me in his lap sideways. He runs his thumbs across my cheeks. “Talk to me Lily bud.”

“It’s just….it’s like losing my father all over again. Gideon is so proud to know that we’re a Guardian, but he knows he can’t be part of our lives because of my father. I didn’t just lose my dad, I lost Gideon too.”

“Aww, baby. I’m sorry. I know this must be so hard for you.”

He holds me until I’m done crying. Then he gets me a shirt from the ones stuffed into the trees for situations such as these before we walk back to the packhouse. “I need to check in with Patrick. I’ll come look in on your later. Maybe we can still have dinner, just make it something quieter. You go rest, I’ll be by in a bit.” He leans down, kissing my lips softly before heading to Alpha Patrick’s office.

I’m walking through the packhouse, headed to my room, when I hear a couple of she wolves talking.

“Now it makes sense why he was acting so interested in her.”

“Yeah, it’s not because he really likes her, it’s because she’s a Guardian.”

have a connection all their lives. Would you want

in my shadow, not the other way

my relationship with Clint. It only serves to make me feel even worse,

hot bath. I want to soak,

When I finally get out, my fingers are pruning. I wrap a towel around my body and walk into my room. Clint is laying on my bed and I jump, startled that he’s here and so casually in my bed. I can see- that he’s

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at me, his eyes go dark. “Lily bud.

are you doing

you I was coming to check on you.

then I look at my window, which is

not

laying back down and patting

everything that happened today sounds perfect. But then I hear the voices. of those she–wolves and I can’t make myself go lay with Clint. If he’s just doing this because I’m a Guardian, I need to keep

watch as his eyes narrow at

turn and go into my closet, grabbing

laying on my bed. He pats his