The Broken Warrior’s Daughter by Cooper novel Chapter 422

Double Grace update! 

Chapter 0422 

When we park and exit our vehicles, we are greeted by my father’s mate. She is clutching my half- brother to her chest and has a fading bruise on her cheekbone. I’m familiar with the look of a woman’s face after my father’s beatings. I saw it on my mother’s face for over a year. 

I walk up to her, carefully taking in my surroundings. There should be others here, if not in greeting, at least as a show of force. Where is everyone? 

“Luna. I’m sorry, I didn’t get your name last week.” 

“Luna Grace. I’m Paisley. I am no longer Luna of this pack. I rejected my mate after last weekend.” 

I lower my voice, putting a hand on her arm gently. “Are you alright?” 

She nods, tears in her eyes. “Please believe me, I didn’t know.” She whispers with a shaky voice. 

“I know. As I said last week, you are welcome to come with us to our pack. Alpha Eli and I w accept you.” I turn, lifting my arm toward Eli so he would know to come join us. 

“As my Luna said last week, you are more than welcome in our pack.” Eli assures her. 

“What is my brother’s name?” I ask, looking at the toddler sleeping in his mother’s arms. 

Her smile is genuine. “This is Levi.” I pat his back before looking around. 

“Where is everyone?” 

Her smile drops. “They are out back waiting for you.” Her voice drops. “Please be careful He knows he can’t defeat you one–on–one.” 

“Don’t worry, we’ve brought witnesses and an elder.” I point to Anders and her eyes widen. 

“This way, and please excuse the mess.” 

“Mess‘ is not the word I would have used. While the outside of the packhouse is pristine, the inside is in shambles. It looked like someone had taken a sledgehammer to it. 

“Alpha Edgar was on edge after your meeting last week and then, after 1, well, now he’s not 

exactly thinking clearly.” 

We walk through the dark packhouse to the back. I can see that the entire pack has been called to watch the fight. They are standing around and the anxiety in the air is palpable. 

“Finally, the unworthy brat arrives to try and take what is mine.” I hear my father’s voice, dripping with contempt, as I step outside. I can see him swinging swords around as it practicing for a 

sword fight. When he looks at me, his eyes look wild. I don’t know which was more devastating. realizing that I’m alive and a Guardian or being rejected by his mate. Regardless, my father looks. 

like he’s gone mad. 

Eli steps up on one side of me, and Anders on the other. “Alpha Edgar. You are aware that 

weapons are not allowed during a challenge. You may battle as a human or a wolf, but weapons will immediately disqualify you.” Anders says. 

My father’s lip curls in a snarl as he turns his gaze from Anders to me. “You brought an elder.” 

“I didn’t trust that you would fight fair, Alpha. It’s not like you haven’t hidden the horrible things that you’ve done in your past from the pack.” 

My focus had been on my father since I stepped outside, but as I look around the pack, I can see that they are all shocked to see that I’m still alive. I don’t know what my father told them about me leaving the pack, but he must not have told them that it was me that was challenging him today. 

As I look, my heart breaks for my old pack members. They all look disheveled and in disarray. They are dirty, their clothes look old and tattered and they look like they haven’t been fed properly 

in a while. 

“Today, I come to take back what is rightfully mine, father. As the true heir to the Laurel River 

Pack, I challenge you, Edgar Winters, to a duel for the right to lead this pack.” 

I step forward as my father tosses his swords aside. I have come dressed to fight, in a sports bra and leggings. I choose to fight barefoot, in case I need to shift. My father looks like a human 

soldier. He’s covered in padding and clothing, which will make it difficult for him to shift. 

My p 

pack follows behind me, closing the circle around my father and me. I take a deep breath and wait for him. I don’t expect that it will take long, and I’m not disappointed. He rushes at me, swinging his arms. The clothing he’s wearing is limiting his range of motion and I easily sidestep, swinging a punch around to his back which sends him stumbling to the ground. 

I turn, waiting for him to get up. He’s heaving, like we’ve been fighting for hours. He pulls off the top layer of clothing, giving himself more freedom of movement. “You always were a bitch, just like your whore of a mother.” 

He comes at me again, this time he aims for my face. I block his punch, throwing an uppercut of my own and knocking his head back with a snap. He stumbles backward but doesn’t fall. “The only whore around here, is you, Alpha.” 

He snarls at me, spit flying from his mouth as he comes at me again. He looks rabid and crazed, his eyes wide, his pupils dilated almost to black. This time he swings his leg out, trying to knock me to the ground. I jump over his leg, swinging my own around and kicking him in his head.