The Broken Warrior’s Daughter by Cooper novel Chapter 177

Chapter 0177 

When I take Angel into the bathroom, I know she’s expecting me to do something sexual or lewd. So, I make it a point to not look at her, well, not much. I’ve already seen her body, several times while she was unconscious. It’s already etched into my mind. I know that you can see every rib, that her hips bones jut out too sharply, that her shoulders have more bone than meat on them. She’s not only a small girl but she’s been starving for a long time. I can’t wait to see what her body looks like when she fills out. Cyran and I will make sure she eats and gets enough food. She will never go hungry again. 

When I tell her to lay back so I can wash her hair, I can feel her eyes drilling holes into my 

head. So I fight the urge to look her over. I know her body won’t have changed, she’s only had one small meal. So instead, I look into her eyes and wink at her. Her jerk of surprise almost made me smile. The whimper of pleasure when I began washing her hair definitely had me smiling. It feels good taking care of my mate. Even Cyran is purring in my mind as we massage her head and I feel her body begin to relax under my ministrations. 

I want to ask her more questions, but I don’t want to ruin this moment. She’s calm and doesn’t look like she’s ready to bolt at the slightest hint of an opportunity. So, I wait. 

Her question about why I’m doing this is dangerous. I don’t want to tell her I’m her mate. I’m not sure how she will react, especially since her wolf isn’t yet at full strength. So, I decide to go with my gut. I’m pretty sure her experience with Alphas is bad and I want her to know I’m not like that. 

“You have been injured and are in danger. You stumbled into my pack practically. on your death bed. While you are a rogue and I have to take that into 

consideration, you have also been through a lot and need my protection. An Alpha’s job is to protect those that cannot protect themselves. While that mostly applies to my pack, it also applies to others that may cross my path. So, I’m helping you because it’s the right thing to do. And as an Alpha, it’s my responsibility.” 

I watch her frown at my response, but she remains silent. 

When I hear the omegas leaving the room, I mind link them thanking them and asking that they make two trays of food. I mind link Dustin asking him to bring them up when they are ready. 

I didn’t realize she was crying until I smelled the saltiness of her tears. When I looked, I could see her assessing her body. There is almost no part of her that 

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isn’t marred with the bumpiness of her scars. To me, it makes her look like a warrior. What has she endured and overcome to survive it? I’m serious when I tell her that not many could have survived what she has. It’s a testament to her strength. And while she may not be physically strong, her scars tell a story, loud and clear, about her inner strength. Something I need to remember so I don’t underestimate my little angel. 

When I finish untangling her hair, I can’t tell how long it is, but I know it’s long and so silky. I run my fingers through it longer than I need to because I love the way it feels. I know she said she wants to cut it, but I really hope it’s not too short. 

Everything about her is unique. Her hair is so white that it can’t even be considered blond. Her eyes are a pale gray, so pale that it’s hard to really determine what color they are. It’s not until I looked at her, so close to me while. rinsing her hair that I finally realized that they are gray. Not blue–gray, not green -gray. Just gray.