The Broken Warrior’s Daughter by Cooper novel Chapter 161

Chapter 0161 

“Sebastian, what have you brought me?” 

“Sire” He kneels, dragging me to the floor with him. He looks up at the prince. “I have found one.” 

The prince’s eyes dart back to me, going wild with lust. “Are you sure?” he asks, 

his voice covetous. 

Sebastian grabs my arm, holding it out to the prince. “Taste her for yourself. I only had enough to ensure I was right about her. She took out four of our coven before I was able to stop her. That’s how I knew.” 

Without taking his eyes off me, the prince stalks over, grabbing my arm and running his nose across my wrist. His eyes close but not before I see the hunger in them. His fangs come out and almost gently, he slides them into my wrist. 

The moment he tastes my blood, his eyes go red and his grip on my arm tightens painfully. He begins to groan lewdly while sucking my blood. He finally tears himself away. 

“She is untouched, pure.” His vulgar purr has bile rising in my throat. He raises his voice over the cacophony in the room. “No one touches her but me.” 

He looks back at Sebastian. “We have a new batch coming in tomorrow. You may have first choice of the feeders. For now,” He runs a finger down my cheek. I attempt to pull away but Sebastian holds my head in place. “I will take you to your room. I want to keep you close.” 

He grabs my arm and pulls me to my feet. He looks at Sebastian. “You did well, go find something to eat and take your pleasure. Find me when you are done.” 

Sebastian nods and as I’m pulled away, I see him to go to a cage I hadn’t noticed before. There are humans cowering and whimpering inside. He opens the door and finds a boy, he can’t be older than 5, pulling him out. The boy screams as Sebastian sinks his fangs into his neck, practically ripping his head off before throwing him aside and grabbing an adult woman this time. 

The prince takes me to a room that is beautifully decorated. It’s so different than the rest of the dark and gloomy castle. This room is white and airy. “This will be your room from now on. Do not try to leave. The walls are lined with silver.” He walks up to me, sliding his hand down my hair, pulling the duct tape off my mouth. “You will be treated well here. I will not allow others to feed on you, I will not allow anyone to defile you. I want your delicious blood to remain untainted as 

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it is today, just for me.” 

He gestures around the room. “While you are in this room, you may do as you like. If you want books, you need only to ask. You will be provided three meals a day, heavy on the iron as I will require your blood daily. You will have everything you want or need within reason.” 

“And if I refuse?” I ask him. Does he think that this is some great honor for me? 

He turns to look at me. “I am putting you here in recognition of your status as a Guardian. The elite of the werewolf and in some ways, even more elite than other supernaturals. But do not think that I will not take all of this away and keep you. 

the cells with the other blood bags if you offend me. Your life can be much worse than it will be. Cross me and maybe I grow tired of you and give you to my coven to allow them to feed on you. I promise, they will not be as gentlemanly as I am.” 

With that, he tosses me a key to my restraints and walks out the door, locking me in my well decorated prison. 

The trauma of the day and the mental echos of the screams from the feeding room have exhausted me and I fall onto the bed. The horrible sounds and things I have witnessed today will haunt me for the rest of my life.