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.”

are putting the food on the

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

ask and that is how the rest of

up to make ham and cheese sandwiches for lunch. There are not chips, but we do have lots of potatoes,

slow cooked pulled

tables, serving the group. There is a moment of surprise before they settle in and begin

I skipped breakfast, choosing to feed

send an 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. 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 they also thrive. when they are acknowledged for their

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

Eli and Carlos holding the 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 being mistreated by their leaders.

of the pantry and walking toward them. “What a surprise

also know that his words are causing concern with the omegas. They don’t know

not only lunch, but also dinner. Aren’t you proud of them, Alpha?” I say, hoping he’ll

at me for a moment before reaching out to kiss my forehead. “I don’t know that I’ve ever been prouder of my pack

we have here?” He asks, pointing to some

at her. “Well, Alpha, we have a lot of potatoes that were harvested recently. For lunch we made homemade potato chips and for dinner, we’re going to make roasted

the way she flinches and smiles at

He takes time to go to each one, listening to what they are doing and giving them approval