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.”

food on

I

is how the rest of my

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,

to assign them to their duties. I have Cammy working on slow cooked pulled pork for tonight and have some others

the group. There is a moment of surprise before they settle in and

sure to grab one for myself, since I skipped

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,

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

up to them. Both of their mouths are open slightly and their eyes are wide. I quickly look around and

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

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

omegas 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,

“I don’t know

here?” He asks, pointing

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

her shoulder gently, ignoring the way she flinches and smiles at her.

takes time to go to each one, listening to what they are