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.”

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

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

is how the

do have lots of potatoes, so

in 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

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

myself, since I skipped breakfast, choosing to feed Carlos my helping of food instead. I wasn’t confident

being mistreated and unappreciated in packs. However, in my experience, they are the backbone of every

that is so poorly stocked that it’s hardly

tray and empty plates that I sent 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

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

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

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, hoping he’ll

know that I’ve ever

here?” He asks, pointing to some

lot of potatoes that were harvested recently. For lunch we made homemade potato chips and for dinner, we’re going to make roasted rosemary potatoes with rosemary from our

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

takes time to go to each one, listening to