The Broken Warrior’s Daughter by Cooper
Chapter 311

Chapter 0311

“Please.” Her voice sounds broken, like she’s on the verge of tears. “Please

promise me. I’d rather be forced into a bond with my mate then with a complete stranger. So please, promise me.”

I clench my teeth. Can I promise this? I made this mistake once. I learned my lesson. A forced mate bond is the start of a fractured mate bond.

1 look at her, her eyes glistening in the dark. “I promise that if I cannot keep you safe, or get you away, I will mark you before I allow another wolf to mark you.”

She nods and lays her head back down. I can feel the wetness of her tears on my chest. I kiss the top of her head, rubbing my fingers in her hair, massaging her scalp. Eventually, I feel her body relax and her breathing even out.

I don’t know when I fell asleep or how long I’ve been sleeping when the sound of shuffling at the door wakes me up. When you’ve been on the run as long as I have, your subconscious becomes hyper aware of every sound you hear in your sleep. I gently pull myself out of Grace’s embrace and silently go to the door. I look out through the peep hole and see two people making out against the wall by our door. They are either really drunk and at the wrong door, or they are shifters. and pretending to be distracted to try to get closer to us.

I take a deep breath. I can smell the alcohol on one, but the other is definitely a shifter. I can’t tell if it’s a werewolf or some other kind of shifter. I growl low and quiet, so only the shifter can hear me and I can see his or her reaction. I

immediately know it’s the male. His head jerks to my door and I see him take in a deep breath before turning to the drunk woman.

“Come on Cher, we’re at the wrong door. We don’t want to wake anyone up.” He says with a Cajun accent before pulling her down the hallway. I listen until I hear a door open and sounds of their little make out session quiet down.

I spent some time in Louisiana, and while there are wolf packs there, it’s more. likely that he was a fox or maybe even a coyote shifter. Either way, I wait until I hear the sounds of the woman screaming her pleasure before I crawl back into bed with Grace. Her warm body immediately curls up next to mine. She throws her leg across my body, and I can’t help the instant reaction. I’m rock hard, my dick pinned against my stomach by her leg. Every time she shifts, it adds to the discomfort and the need for my mate that has been building inside me since I found her. I won’t be getting any sleep like this, but I’d rather be uncomfortable with her laying against me, than alone without her.

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HIS BONOS

I gently rub her back and grit my teeth until she settles against me and I’m finally able to fall asleep again.

The next morning, I wake her early. “Grace, wake up baby. We need to go.”

She groans before opening her eyes and realizes that she’s practically laying across me. “Oh my goddess, I’m sorry.” She says, leaping from the bed.

“It’s fine. But there is a shifter here that is staying a few rooms down the hall. I’m not comfortable staying here, just in case. Let’s leave and we can stop and get breakfast on our way to the bus station.

She grabs her bag and heads to the bathroom to change. I grab mine, trying to hide my morning wood. When she comes out of the bathroom, I go in, quickly taking care of my growing erection, which doesn’t take long since I’m surrounded by her scent. After I get dressed, and we’ve both gotten ready, we head out. I make sure to check the area before letting Grace out and then quietly close our door, just in case the shifter was supposed to be keeping an eye on us.