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.”

the food on the tray, the second girl pours them

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

is how the rest of my

do have lots of potatoes, so I have them cut them

pulled pork for tonight and

have 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.

one for myself, since I skipped breakfast, choosing to feed Carlos my

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

it’s

are wide. I quickly look around and see that every omega’s eyes are

the pantry and walking toward

up 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

not only lunch, but also dinner. Aren’t you

to kiss my forehead. “I don’t know that I’ve ever been prouder of my pack members.”

do we have here?” He asks, pointing

lot of potatoes that were harvested recently. For lunch we made homemade

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

time to go to each one, listening to what they are doing and giving them approval and praise for their hard work. Carlos jumps in as well and adds some extra