The Broken Warrior’s Daughter by Cooper novel Chapter 214

Chapter 0214 

“Where do you find the time? You run a huge pack and also a massive company that stretches over the entire country. When do you have time for you, 

you, Liam?‘ 

I shrug. “Work has always been my life. There has never been anything for me but work. That’s all I’ve ever known. I’ve wanted a partner to share my life and the responsibilities of running a pack. I searched for so many years trying to find you,all over the country, even overseas. Little did I know that you were within my reach this entire time, if I had only looked in the right place.” 

She reaches over and takes my hand again. “You had no way of knowing where I was, just as I would have had no way of knowing that you wanted me as a mate, not as a Guardian. Even if I hadn’t been held captive by vampires, I would have continued to stay away from packs, so our paths probably would have never crossed.” 

We finished our dinner and I asked if she wanted dessert. I wasn’t surprised when she said no. She didn’t finish her steak, but she ate more than she has been eating. 

When we leave, I take her hand, walking us back to the car. I pick her up and put her in the truck, gently kissing her lips. She holds my face in her hands. Keeping her eyes on me, she slides her tongue between my lips like she did once before. I slip my tongue out and touch hers, drawing her tongue into my mouth and deepening the kiss. I let myself get pulled into the taste of her raspberries and cream until I hear her soft moan. 

I gently pull away and kiss the corner of her mouth before I walk around and climb into the truck. Our drive back is peaceful, listening to the playlist I made 

her. 

When we get back she asks, “Did you want me to cut your hair?” 

“I would appreciate that, thank you.” Yes, I absolutely want to do anything that means I’m spending more time with you and means you will have your hands on 

1. me. 

When we walk into the packhouse, I drop her clothes off with the house omegas. to be washed and then we head upstairs. I walk us into my room, letting go of her hand to go into my bathroom and pull out scissors and a comb to get ready to have her cut my hair. I unbutton my shirt, planning to take it off and walk back into the bedroom to see her looking around the room. 

I look at my room, wondering what she sees. It’s decorated in a very masculine theme, all browns, blacks and creams. There isn’t really anything personal in my 

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room other than a couple of pictures of my parents. I watch as she walks over to the pictures and I follow behind her. 

“That’s my mom.” 

“She was beautiful. You have her hair and her eyes.” 

I point to other pictures. “That’s my dad, I’m built like him. And that is me as a child.” The picture is one that was taken about a year before my mother died. I don’t have any other pictures of me after that. 

She picks up the picture, smiling as she runs her thumb over my image.