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.”

we are putting the food on the tray, the second

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

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

of potatoes, so I have them cut them into thin slices and we bake them until they are crisp,

and I begin 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

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. We

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

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

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

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 mistreated

the pantry and walking toward them.

are causing concern with the omegas. They don’t know how to interpret his question. I need to guide this

are fed not only lunch, but

know that I’ve ever been prouder of my pack members.” He

we have here?” He asks, pointing to

that were harvested recently. For lunch we made homemade potato chips and for dinner, we’re going to make roasted

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

is incredible. He takes time to go to each one, listening to what they