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.”

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

I tell her before turning

ask and that is how the

for lunch. There are not chips, but we do have lots of potatoes, so I have them cut them

to assign them to their duties. I have Cammy working on slow cooked pulled pork for tonight and have some others using what we have to make something similar to a barbeque sauce.

have some omegas take the plates out to the tables, serving the group. There is a moment

making sure to grab one for myself, since I skipped breakfast, choosing to feed Carlos my helping of food instead. I

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

poorly stocked that it’s hardly worth calling it a pantry, when the kitchen

slightly and their eyes are wide.

pantry and walking toward them. “What a surprise

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

pack members are fed not only lunch, but also dinner.

my forehead. “I don’t know that

here?” He asks, pointing to some

I nod encouragingly at her. “Well, Alpha, we have a lot of potatoes that were harvested recently. For lunch we

looks at her, touching her shoulder gently, ignoring the way she flinches and smiles at her. “That sounds

incredible. He takes time to go to each one, listening to what they are doing and giving them approval and praise for their