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.”

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

you go.” I tell her before turning to the second girl.

is

sandwiches for lunch. There are 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 homemade potato

working on slow cooked pulled pork for tonight and have some others using what we have to

in, I 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

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

omega to take the food to Eli and 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.

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

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 mistreated by their

pantry and walking toward them. “What a surprise

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

have stepped up and are working to make sure that your pack members are fed not only lunch, but also dinner. Aren’t you proud of them, Alpha?” I say,

my forehead. “I don’t know that I’ve ever

what do we have here?” He asks, pointing

potatoes that were harvested recently. For lunch

gently, ignoring the way she flinches and

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 to what they are doing and giving them approval