The Broken Warrior’s Daughter by Cooper
Chapter 137

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The information we obtained today was overwhelming. When we talked about getting answers to our questions, I didn’t consider that it would only bring up more questions. And at this point, we’d barely scratched the surface of the questions that I have. I still want to replace out if Ailduin knows anything about my mother’s wolf spirit and what he might know about how Artemis is also a Guardian.

I hear the knock on my door a moment before I smell his scent. When I open the door, Rik is looking at me, concern in his eyes. “Are you okay?”

I open my door to invite him in. When he steps in, I close the door and go right into his arms. They wrap around me, making me feel safe. “I feel terrible for him, King Ailduin. How awful it would be to replace your mate and for someone else to purposefully take them away from you. And I can only imagine what it was like for her. To be bound to a man that forced their bond against her will. No matter how much the bond was forged, that would always be in the back of her mind. It was in mine when Eli was trying to force the bond on me.”

He rubs circles on my back, an angry growl rumbling in his chest. I lean my head back and gently kiss his lips. “Come on, let’s go meet up with our dads.”

We walk to Anders room, just as dad rolls out of his room.

Over dinner, we talk about our impressions of what we have been told. We are all in agreement that we want to know if Ailduin knows anything about my mother’s Guardian line and where the new Guardian might be. We also want to try to get more information about me and Artemis. What does it mean that I’m the first Guardian to be born?

The next morning, we meet for breakfast and then head back to the library. We are all anxious to get information about my mother.

“Before we get started,” I say, “I’d like to know what happened to Jinelle.”

Ailduin looks away, his eyes taking on a sorrow that is painful to see. “Her Alpha did not care for her as a mate should. He did not value her and protect her as a mate should. He used her as a shield in battle and he was a power–hungry Alpha. She died at a young age.” I tear rolls down his cheek. “My only satisfaction came when I found out that her death killed him as well.”

“I’m so sorry.” I say quietly. I know it was a long time ago, and I know I wasn’t even born when all of this took place but

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He smiles kindly at me. “I know you are. Kindness is something all Guardians have in common.”

Rik scoffs beside me. “You’ve obviously never been in one of Clint’s training sessions. “Kindness” He uses air quotes, “isn’t the word I would use.”

King Ailduin looks at all of us. “This is the first time, since the beginning of the Guardians, that I’ve seen this type of camaraderie among the Alphas and Guardians. Perhaps there is something about you, Alpha Anders, and you, Alpha Rik, that made your Moon Goddess gift your pack with three Guardians at once.

“Before now, Guardians have never awakened in the same pack. You, Donovan and your mate, Andra, were the first.” He looks at me thoughtfully. “I have some ideas about the possible reason for that. But before we talk about Artemis, I’d like to discuss your questions about Andra’s Guardian line. My understanding is this is what brought you here in the first place.”

I jump in, wanting the answer to the question that has been eating at me. Even though Rik said he didn’t think it was the reason, I need to know from someone that has been around Guardians for so many years. “Do you think me being born caused my mother’s Guardian line to end? Do you think my birth caused her death?”

My father’s head whips around to look at me. “Cara? Is that what you think?”

The tears in my eyes and the thickness in my throat don’t let me respond, so I simply nod my head. Rik takes my hand, rubbing circles on the back with his thumb, giving me his support.

King Ailduin walks to a different wall of books and pulls four tomes out before bringing them to me. “These are the chronicles of Andra’s Guardian line. There are six generations chronicled here.”