The Broken Warrior’s Daughter by Cooper novel Chapter 248

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She begins what I can only describe as a gentle sparring. None of her hits are meant to hurt me, none are strong enough to even knock me back on my heels. I need her to really show me what she’s got. “Angel.” I say and I see Rik looking at me from behind her. 

“Piss her off.” He mouths to me. 

“Angel,” I say again. “I thought you said your father was a lead warrior.” I say, taking Rik’s advice. 

“He was, he was a great fighter.” 

“So…what? He didn’t teach you to fight?” 

“Of course he did. I know how to fight. I just don’t want to fight you.” 

I nod, as if I understand what she’s saying to me. “I think maybe you thought he was higher up in the ranks than you knew. Based on what I’m seeing, he wasn’t that great of a fighter.” 

I can see I hit a nerve. Her eyes flashed golden for a moment so I push. “I mean, if he had been any good, he would have taught you, his daughter, how to at least throw a punch. What you’re giving me is a bunch of…” 

Her flat palm hits me directly in my sternum with so much strength, it whips me 

my feet and causes the air to whoosh out of my lungs. 

off 

“There she is.” I say quietly to myself. 

you 

“My father was a good man. He worked hard and I bet he could take Liam Holstin.” She yells at me. 

I get back to my feet but before I can let her know I was trying to get a rise out of her, Rik starts instigating her. “That’s it Angel. Show him what being mated to at Guardian really looks like.” 

She turns and looks at me, her chest heaving in her anger. I curl my fingers at her in a ‘come get me‘ motion, and holy hell does she. I’ve seen Cara spar, but it didn’t prepare me for my little Guardian when she lets loose. 

There’s an obvious difference between Cara, who was born a Guardian and Angel, who is a reincarnated Guardian. Angel’s Guardian spirit has experience, knowledge, and pure grit. My girl is a fiend on the battlefield. Once she unleashes on me, it’s all I can do to stay on my feet and keep ahead of her. She’s everywhere, fists flying at every part of my body, legs sweeping to knock me 

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down, kicks aimed at incapacitating me. It takes every bit of training and Alpha strength that I have to keep up with her. 

When I finally get an in, I grab her arm, whipping her around, pulling her back to my front, and holding her in my grasp. I move my head just in time to miss her head bashing into my nose. When she begins kicking trying to get away from me, I pull us down to the ground, sitting her on my lap. “My father was a good man, a strong and powerful warrior.” She spits out. 

“I know he was. I’m sorry love. I was just trying to get you to really spar with me. I didn’t mean it. I know he was a strong warrior. He raised an amazing and powerful daughter.” I hold her until she settles. 

When I hear her sniffle, I turn her face to mine and kiss her softly. “You and me Angel. That hasn’t changed.” 

She nods and I release her, helping us both to stand. When we do, the warriors begin applauding. I’d been concentrating so hard on making sure I didn’t lose any teeth or get a bone broken that I hadn’t realized that they had all stopped to watch us.