The Broken Warrior’s Daughter by Cooper
Chapter 322

Chapter 0322

I watch Grace go to the shower, listening as she turns on the water. Thank the Goddess she finally woke up. When I called Rik earlier, he assured me that it’s not uncommon for females to be knocked unconscious when they are marked, but neither he nor Liam had that with their Guardians. However, neither of them were on the run, exhausted, half–starved and emotionally distraught at the time they were marked either.

I’m thankful she doesn’t hate me right now. I had some horrible flashbacks to the time when I tried to force the mate mark on Cara. I know the situations were different, but I can’t lose Grace. I wasn’t joking when I said I never thought I’d be given a fated mate. With everything that has happened in my life, I didn’t think I deserved one. It just goes to show that the Goddess has a plan, even if we don’t know what it is.

I clean up while Grace showers. She takes quite awhile and I’m not sure if this is a common thing for her or if she’s avoiding me.

When she finally comes out, I grab my things and head into the bathroom. I didn’t have many clothes to begin with and I’ve lost some on this journey. I’ll need to figure out how to pay for new ones soon, along with everything else.

My plan is to take Grace to my old pack lands, the Silver Dawn Pack. I had started to rebuild it when I planned to take Cara as a mate. It still needs a lot of work, but it has become a place where rogues can go for a second chance, a sanctuary of

sorts.

I had called myself their Alpha and they had followed me. Many were killed in the battle against the Canyon Ridge Pack when I kidnapped Cara. Any that acted like true rogues, those that killed indiscriminately or couldn’t abide by the hierarchy of the pack, were banished or killed. What is left, are those that are able to fight, and those that are willing to be a part of a pack again.

There are too many stories of rogues that are on their own, simply because they came from poorly run packs that had overbearing or cruel Alphas. Grace’s story and mine are not isolated incidents. There are so many rogues that are packless. through no fault of their own. I created a pack, a place where all the individuals. and families that wanted safety, wanted a place to call home, could come without fear.

I haven’t been back in a long time. After Cara was rescued, I ran. Then I was caught by Liam and held as his captive for six months. Now I’ve been on the run with Grace, keeping her safe. But it’s time to go home. Time for Grace to see what

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she’s in for if she decides to accept the mate bond. All I have to offer her is a broken–down pack with a bunch of misfits trying to make their way in the world.

I sigh, getting out of the shower, pulling on a pair of shorts. I like feeling Grace’s emotions. It has calmed Louis, but I hope that someday, she will accept me and want to complete the mate bond. I want someone by my side, helping me to rebuild a place that was broken into something amazing, something that everyone that lives there can be proud of.

When I walk out of the bathroom, I see that she’s already in the only bed in the room. I don’t want to presume, so I pull the chairs at the table closer together and prepare to sleep on them.

“What are you doing?” Grace asks me.

“Just getting comfortable.” I say. When I look at her, she’s frowning at me.

“In the chairs?”

I look down at them. Yeah, nothing about them looks comfortable at all.

“I already told you I can’t sleep unless you’re lying beside me.” She pats the bed beside her. “I mean, unless you don’t want to.”