The Broken Warrior's Daughter

| turn my head and see both dads looking at us. “Perhaps you can stop kissing my daughter iong enough to let us have some dessert Rik.” Mr. Nelson scolds me.

Sorry sir, your daughter is just too amazing to let moments like this one pass me by.”

He nods his head in understanding. “Just as long as you understand that my daughter is still underage and saving herself for her mate.” He gives me a knowing look. I’m her mate, he knows it, but he wants me to wait until she knows it as well.

“| understand sir, and | respect that decision.” “Son, if you’re going to be kissing my daughter like that in front of me, you’d better start calling me Clint.” YES! Finally! “Thank you, Clint.” | can’t help but smile.

Cara has gone back to finishing the dishes, hiding her face while she gets herself back under control. | grab the pie and a cutter and head back to the table. Cara gets the plates and coffee. While we’re eating dessert, | have a question I’ve been wanting to ask.

“So, I’m dying to know how you got the nickname Little Badass, Cara.” I’m looking at her as | say it, so | see the smile that flashes on her face before she forces it back down. She looks up at my father. | look between them, finally registering what happened.

“She pinned you, dad?” | ask, stunned. My father is one of the strongest Alpha’s in the country. He used to be the strongest, but younger Alphas like Liam and | are taking that title now.

Mr. Nelson, Clint, gets a smug look on his face. “She not only pinned your father, she did it in, what was it Anders? Fifteen minutes?”

His antagonistic tone has my father scowling. “Yes, fifteen minutes. | guess in your family it’s ‘like mother, like daughter.”

| look at Cara in awe. She’s that good? | mean, I’ve watched her with my warriors, she’s the best we've got. But good enough to beat my dad that quickly? Maybe | need to rethink going head-to-head with her.

As | watch, Cara’s brows furrow. “What do you mean? Did my mother pin you as well?” +15 BONGH

Dad’s head swings back and forth between Cara and Clint. “You never told her?” Clint looks surprised, then looks at his daughter thoughtfully. “I guess not. | guess it never came up.” He smiles at Cara. “You don’t just look like your mother; you also have her mouthiness and her toughness. She took Anders down in just under fifteen minutes in her day as well.”

Cara looks thrilled. | guess, considering how young she was when her mother died and everything her father went through afterward, she probably doesn’t know as much about her mother like most people do. The thought made me sad for her, and | want to find a way to give her the information about her mom.

“So, wait,” | jump in. “She got her record in kicking Alpha butt from her mom and her new nickname from you?” | ask Clint. “Yep.” Clint says, still smiling proudly at Cara.Owned by NôvelDrama.Org.

“My nickname comes from you? What is yours?” Cara asks. Seriously, how do | know more about her family then she does?..

It's my father than answers. “He was the Big Daddy Badass, at least until your mother came along and knocked him down a peg or two.”