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The Broken Warrior’s Daughter by Cooper

Chapter 293
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Chapter 0293

Ten years old

“How’s my beautiful girl?” My dad asksas | walk down the stairs of our packhouse on my 10th birthday.

“Good morning Daddy. I'm good. | can’t wait to get my wolf today!”

I've been the apple of my father’s eye for ten years. He is always proudly takingaround, introducingto

our pack members and other pack members through the years. | walk over and hug him as he kisses the top of

my head.

“Happy birthday sweetheart.” My mother says, coming up and kissing my cheek. “How do you feel? Any different

yet?”

“Not yet. Should | feel different?”

“It can happen at any ttoday, Gracie. Don’t fret.” My father tells me, chuckinggently under the chin.

My parents have a big party planned fortonight. I'm hoping that | can shift before my party and maybe I'll be

lucky enough to run into my party as my wolf. As an Alpha female and my father’s only heir, it would be fitting.

The pack would love it.

Everyone in the pack adores me, or at least respects my position as their future Alpha. As | go through my day,

I'm continually wished a happy birthday and everyone asks if I've heard from my wolf yet.

As my party draws closer, | express my concern to my mother. “Mom, what if she doesn’t cbefore the party.

What will I do?”

“Grace, honey, it's okay. Your wolf will cwhen she’s ready. Just be patient. If she’s not here tonight, maybe

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she’ll ctomorrow.”

| get ready for my party. My mom helpswith my hair, adding a little makeup and then the dress that we

bought last weekend specifically for tonight.

She walks downstairs with me, looking regal in her own matching gown. My mother is an amazing Luna. She

looks after everyone in the pack, making sure that their needs are addressed and that they know how important

they are to her and my father.

My father is a good Alpha, strong and patient, at least with me. I've seen him. during warrior training and he can

be fierce and intimidating, but that’s what a good Alpha is. He leads by example and | plan to do the same.

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My mother guidesto the stage and | can tell my father is a little disappointed that | haven't gotten my wolf

yet. But he wishesa happy birthday, givingmy favorite drink, a Shirley Temple, and makes a toast to me,

the pack’s future Alpha.

As the days go by after my birthday, | becmore and more concerned that my Wolf hasn't made an

appearance. Every day my father asks if she has awakened, and every day | have to tell him that she hasn't.

As the weeks go by, my relationship with my father changes. It's as if he blamesfor not having a wolf, as if |

am purposefully keeping her from him. | begin to dread the mornings, when he asksif | have my wolf.

Eventually, it becomes the only question he asks me. “Did your wolf awaken?” When I tell him no, it’s the last

thing he says tountil the next morning when he asks again.

| find mom? Why don’t | have my wolf? Did | do something wrong? Is the Moon d | do something wrong? Is the

Moon Goddess angry with me?” Every night, my mother holdsas | cry, rockingand trying to soothe my

anxiety and frustration. But there is nothing that can calm me, especially when my father continues ignoring me.

mom self crying to my mother every night. “Why? Why hasn’t she shown up

As the weeks turn to months, my father’s anger only gets worse. | notice him snapping at my mother now too.

“This is your fault.” He snarls at her one day. “I should never have taken such a weak wolf as a mate. | should

have rejected you and taken an Alpha female as my mate.”

| dread my 11th birthday. My father starts the day as he always does. “Did your wolf awaken?”

| swallow my tears, they only make him more angry. “No father.” His lip curls in disgust.

“Well, we won't be having a party to celebrate tonight since there is nothing to celebrate.” He tellsbefore

walking out.

One night, not long after my 11th birthday, | wake to sounds of violence. | rush out of my room to hear things

slamming around in my parents’ room. | rush into their room, thinking we are under attack but what | see nearly

stops my heart. My father has my mother against the wall, holding her by her neck. She has a bruise darkening

on her cheek.

My father turns and seesstanding there. “Get out!” He yells at me. As much as | want to move, my feet

work.

Can't make

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He turns to my mother. “Tell her to get out unless you want her to watch as | force you to giveanother heir,

one worthy of being Alpha.”

My mother looks at me, her eyes showing the pain that she’s feeling at my father’s abuse. “Go on sweetheart.

Go back to bed. Everything is fine.”

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“It’s not fucking fine.” He snarls at her and begins ripping at her clothes with his free hand, still holding her

against the wall.

“Go.” My mother mouths toand | turn and run from the room, closing the door as | do. | don’t want anyone

else to see what my father is doing to my mother.

The next morning, only my father emerges from their room. He asksthe usual question and when | say no,

he mutters something aboutbeing useless like my mother before heading downstairs.

| go to my parents’ room, knocking before opening the door. My mother is limping toward the bathroom, her

naked body riddled with bruises and dried. blood on her thighs. She turns, her eyes haunted. “Grace, honey, you

shouldn't be here.”

| close the door and walk to her. “He’s gone, lethelp you mother.”

She nods and | help her walk to the bathroom. | start a warm bath for her and help her to get in, letting her body

soak. While she does, | go back out to the bedroom, seeing the blood-stained sheets. | rip them off and replace

them before the house omegas can see. | don’t know if this is the first time, but no one should know what has

happened in this room.

| go back into the bathroom, leaning against the tub.

“Mom, I'm so sorry, this is all my fault.” Her eyes were closed, but when | speak, she opens them and cups my

face in her hand.

“Don’t ever take the blfor what happened to me. You have no control over when your wolf emerges. | love

you and | do not now, nor will | ever regret having you, my beautiful daughter.”

Over the next year, | find my mother is this state nearly every morning. My father begins asking two questions

every day, one ofand one of my mother. “Has your wolf emerged?” and “Are you pregnant?”

This becomes our life, until my 12th birthday.