The Broken Warrior’s Daughter by Cooper

Chapter 0342

“Do we have bread?”

“Yes.” Abby says before turning to me, guessing what I’m going to say. “And cheese and lettuce. But no mayonnaise or mustard.” She grimaces at me. “We can’t afford it yet.” So, the whole pack knows how poor we are. I guess that’s a good thing. It manages expectations.

I’m about to direct us to start lunch preparations when I hear loud footsteps running into the kitchen. Two young girls stop suddenly when they see me.

“Luna.” They say in unison and bow their heads.

“We heard you needed helpers.” One says.

“We’re here to help.” The other says..

“That’s wonderful. We need all the help we can get.” I tell them. They smile and look at each other before back at me.

“So, who wants to take this to your Alpha and Beta?” I ask.

The first girl steps up. “I will.”

while we are putting the food on the tray, the second girl pours them each a

I tell

name?” I ask and that is how the rest of my

chips, but we do have lots of potatoes, so I have them cut them into

pulled pork for tonight and have some others using what we have to

some omegas take the plates out to the tables, serving the group. There is a moment of surprise before they settle in and begin to eat. We continue this process through the next rotations.

a couple sandwiches for Eli and Carlos, making sure to grab one for myself, since I skipped breakfast, choosing to feed Carlos

I stop to take inventory of how things are going. There is a lot of happy chatter and excitement. Omegas, in general, are used to being mistreated and unappreciated in packs. However, in my experience, they are the backbone of every pack. Without them, the packs would fail apart. They work hard and they appreciate having a job. It makes them feel needed and an integral part of the pack, which they are. But they also thrive. when they are acknowledged for their hard work, just like everyone

standing in the pantry that is so poorly stocked that it’s hardly worth calling it a pantry,

that I sent up to them. Both of their mouths are open slightly and their eyes are wide. I quickly look around and see that every omega’s eyes are now

of the pantry and

to me. “Grace. What is going on?” I can hear the awe in his voice, but I also know that his words are causing concern with the omegas. They don’t know how to interpret his question. I need to guide this conversation so he understands that he

members are fed not only lunch, but also

moment before reaching out to kiss my forehead. “I don’t know that I’ve ever been prouder

what do we have here?” He asks, pointing to some

harvested recently. For lunch we made homemade potato chips and

she flinches

fashion, they all want their Alpha’s approval, so many start talking at once. Eli is incredible. He takes time to go to each one, listening