The Broken Warrior's Daughter

Chapter 0197

After making sure my girl understands that there is nothing and no one for me but her, we walk back into the living room. “All good?” Clint asks and we both

nod. “Good, have a seat, we have some important things to discuss.”

| had already learned quite a bit about Angel over dinner. Her life has been hard, harder than mine. Her parents struggled while they were on the run, but they made the best of things. The time in the cabin seems like the only time in her teen years when she had some normalcy.

| know the rest of her story is going to be hard for me to hear. | know part of it, but | need to hear it all so we can plan for the threat that is coming.

When we sit, | pull Angel into my lap. She blushes but | don’t care. She’s worried that | want someone else, she will learn that | want everyone to know she’s mine. Plus, | know this next part is going to be hard for her, and | want to support her.

“Angel,” Clint starts, “we need to know what happened to you. | know it’s hard, but in order for us to plan and prepare for what is coming, we need to understand what we are dealing with. Can you start at the beginning and tell us what happened? Remember, we are all family here. No one will hurt you. And if someone even thought about it, I’m pretty sure that Alpha behind you would kill them.”

“Damn right.” | say as she turns to look at me. She seems to believe whatever she sees in my eyes because she leans back, relaxing against me. My arms wrap around her as she starts.

She tells us about how they had to run from the cabin because they were found by her old pack, the Great River Pack. | look at Rik. He doesn’t seem to know anything about that pack either. Perhaps they are a small pack.

When she gets to the part about her parents being killed right in front of her, | tighten my arms around her. | can feel her shaking and although it’s been a long time, | doubt she’s ever really processed their deaths. When her tears force her to stop talking, Clint rolls over and takes her hand. “I’m sorry for your loss. sweetheart. | know this is hard. You’re doing great.” He tells her.

He has a gentle way with her. It’s a side I’ve never had the chance to see of Clint. To me, he’s only ever been tough and strong. Cara comes and sits beside us, taking her hand. “We're here Angel. | know it doesn’t bring them back, but we’re here if you need

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I rub her back until she pulls herself together. Then she continues with her story, telling us about Prince Keenan, Sebastian, the humans, the feeding room, all of it. When she gets to the part where she tells them about the prince’s addiction to her blood, Rik snarls, pulling Cara into his lap and wrapping his arms around her protectively.

Clint and Anders ask most of the questions, wanting to know more about how Prince Keenan reacted to feeding on her. When she talks about how he would feed on her, making it sexual and putting her on display for the entire feeding room, | finally have to get up and walk out. | gently set her aside, kiss the side of her head and let her know I'll be right back.NôvelDrama.Org owns © this.

| know exactly where I’m going. When | trained with Cara the one time, there was an indoor training facility. It has everything one would need to train, including punching bags. | don’t stop until | walk up to the first bag and punch with every bit of frustration I’m feeling, punching a hole in the bag. | move to the next one. and do the same.

I'm on the sixth bag when | hear Rik. “Want a real person to punch?” He asks me.

“You're not the one I’m angry at.” | tell him, punching another hole in another bag. “You know Clint will expect you to replace those, right?” | nod. | don’t care, |

need to do something with this anger, so Angel doesn’t think it’s directed at her.