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.”

and while we are putting the food on the tray, the second girl

the Beta’s office. Off you go.” I tell her before turning to

ask and that is how

not chips, but we do have lots of potatoes, so I have them cut them into thin slices and we bake them until they are crisp, making

to their duties. I have Cammy working on slow cooked pulled pork for tonight and have some others using what we have

tables, serving the group. There is a

sure to grab one for myself, since I skipped breakfast, choosing to feed Carlos my helping of food instead. I wasn’t

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

that it’s hardly worth calling it a pantry, when

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 on the floor. These poor people are so used to being

say, stepping out of the pantry and walking toward them. “What a surprise to see you.”

his words are causing concern with the omegas. They don’t know how to interpret

fed not only lunch, but also dinner. Aren’t you proud of them, Alpha?” I say, hoping

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

we have here?” He asks, pointing to some

looks at me and I nod encouragingly at her. “Well, Alpha, we have a lot of potatoes that were harvested recently. For lunch we made homemade potato chips and for dinner, we’re going to

shoulder gently, ignoring the way she

one, listening to what they are doing and giving them