Chapter 172
The Broken Warrior’s Daughter
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When I walk back into the room and see my mate awake, Cyran immediately
starts purring in my head. The sound is so unexpected that it takes me a second to respond. âThe fuck Cyran?â
âWhat? Sheâs our mate. Sheâs beautiful, perfect.â
Great, my wolf is already head over heals for this tiny girl. Iâm not there yet. I have a lot of questions.
I donât know how much she remembers, but I figure an introduction and quick update would be helpful. Iâm annoyed when I see that sheâs pulled out the IV. Iâm desperately trying to keep her alive and the first thing she does when she wakes up is try to undo what Iâve been working so hard to do.
Iâm even more pissed at her response to me wanting to heal her. I know I shouldnât be. Sheâs been in a vampire coven for who knows how long. Itâs a
question I intend to get the answer to today. Her scars make it seem like itâs been a long time, or maybe the whole fucking coven was feeding on her at once, who knows.
I canât help but smile when she tells me her name is Angel. Yeah, thatâs completely fitting, at least on the outside. I have no idea what this girl is like, but physically, she looks like an angel. âOur angel.â My annoying wolf chimes in.
One important thing I find out, she doesnât want to go back to her pack. Not only does she not want to go back to her pack, but she wants to leave mine. Not going to happen. Even if she wasnât my mate, the bounty on her head would force me to keep her here. I donât like how pale she gets when I tell her sheâs not leaving. Did something happen to her in her old pack to make her run?
Iâm about to ask when there is a knock on the door. I immediately growl at the interruption. The door starts to open then stops. âAlpha?â
The scent of food drifts in from the partially opened door and Angelâs stomach immediately growls in response. I look at her, damn I forgot she hasnât eaten in who knows how long. âBring it in Dustin.â
He walks in stopping short when he sees sheâs awake. He smiles at her and I want to snarl at him, but I rein it in. âOh, youâre awake.â He says to her.
I watch as she pulls the blankets closer to her, holding them to her chest. Iâm starving her and making her feel vulnerable having no clothes to wear. âWay to show her we can take care of our mate Liam.â I mentally facepalm. Cyran is right.
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I was so focused on getting answers to my questions that I wasnât thinking about
our mate.
âDustin, can you find some clothes for Angel here.â Dustin looks at me before turning back to Angel.
âAngel. It fits. Iâm Dustin, obviously.â She nods her head at him. He goes to put the tray down on her lap. Oh, hell no! Heâs not getting anywhere near my mate when sheâs not wearing anything under that blanket. My growl stops him short, and I grab the tray from him.
âClothes Dustin, and another tray for me.â
âYes Alpha.â He says before leaving.
I turn back to my little mate, and damn is she small. Iâm seriously hoping the Moon Goddess didnât make a mistake choosing her for me. How can this little girl be my mate? Although, she has survived being a vampireâs blood bag, so sheâs got resilience.
And who am I kidding? First, Cyran would never let me reject her. Second, Iâve been waiting my entire life for her and third, my other options are to turn feral or take someone unworthy to be my Luna. I donât know if Iâll find her worthy of me, but the Moon Goddess did, so I will have to trust that.
âFucking right you will. Iâd go feral the moment you rejected her. Donât forget that.â
The thought of Cyran going feral turns my blood cold. Heâs an amazing, vicious fighter. If he were feral, weâd have to be put down. Heâd become a killing machine and I know there are only one or two wolves that could take us down, Rik and Cara. I wouldnât want to put either of them in that position.
âRelax, Iâm not going to, I justâ¦thinking.â I tell Cyran.
âWell turn that train of thought off. Not going to happen.â
I get the tray of food settled on Angelâs lap and watch as she slowly takes her first bite. I can see her sniffing the food before putting it in her mouth. I sit back down, ready to continue my questions while she eats.
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you leave the pack on your own?â I start my questions again.
She swallows her bite before responding. âNo, I left with my parents.â
Interesting, so it was her parentsâ idea to go rogue.
âWhere are your parents now?â
She stops. I can see her throat bobbing up and down as she tries to get ahold of
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her emotions. Shit! I know the answer before she tells me. âDead.â She whispers it.
I nod my head, giving her a minute. She puts her fork down but I lean over and put it back in her hand. âYou need to eat. Iâm sorry for your loss. How old were you?â
âI was sixteen when they were killed.â
I keep my voice gentle, hoping sheâll eat while we talk. âDid the vampires kill them?â She nods. I can see the tears welling up in her eyes.
âYou fucking asshole. You made our mate cry? What is wrong with you. Let me out, I can do a better job of taking care of her. Youâre going to scare her off.â Cyran is ranting in my head.
âCalm down Cyran. If the vampires killed her parents, she may never have had a chance to grieve for them.â He settles but is still pacing in my head.
âHow long ago were they killed?â My voice still gentle. Itâs not something Iâm used to, being gentle, but with her, it feels natural. I also need to know how old she is. Itâs impossible to tell. Sheâs so fucking small, she could be twelve, but according to her, they died when she was sixteen. Maybe sheâs still a minor.
She looks at me, her brows furrowing. âWhat year is it?â
I tell her and watch as she gasps, her hand going to her mouth. The tears start falling now as her eyes close. Cyran starts snarling in my head. What. The. FUCK? How fucking long did those leeches have her?
I reach over and take her hand. I donât know if she wants my support, but right now, she has no one else. I know exactly what that feels like, so I want her to know that sheâs not alone.
âSeven years.â Itâs barely a whisper. âItâs been seven years.â