The Claiming by Cooper

Chapter 7

Jara

As we pull into the area, I can see the mass of males pushing to see this year’s trophies.

“Savages.” Hana says.

“May they choke on their excitement.” I say as we watch the omegas get out, listening to the wolf whistles.

“I have no intention of acknowledging them.” Hana says. I can’t help but smile.

“You ignore them, and I’ll basically challenge them, daring them to try and capture me.” She chuckles.

“That should get them going.”

When Hana steps out of the car, I can feel the intensity of the energy increase. When I step out, it’s almost overwhelming. But I am an Alpha, and I will not be cowed by these assholes who think I’ m nothing more than a trophy to be won.

“Let’s remember everyone, our top priority is the safety and protection of our females.” The Master of Ceremonies says into the microphone as we climb the stairs to the stage.

When I get to the top, I see that the guards are aiming their guns into the crowd. The energy tames somewhat, but as I watch, a fight breaks out and several men shift and begin fighting.

Hana leans over to whisper in my ear. “Omegas?” Omegas are generally calm and deferential to ranked members. However, they are not as adept at managing strong emotions and the amount of

testosterone in the air is suffocating.

I lift my nose, trying to decipher between the multiple scents in the area. “And a Gamma, I think.”

As we watch, the one I think is a Gamma tears into another wolf as a second wolf jumps on his back, biting down on his spine. Shots ring out, followed by the yelping of wolves. As we watch, two omegas are forced to shift back. The one I think is a Gamma, shifts, but doesn’t move. He’s either paralyzed or dead.

“Four fewer for us to deal with.” Hana says quietly beside me. I turn and see our female omegas, their eyes wide with fear.

They won’t get to you and sadly, this probably isn’t the last time a fight will break out.”

but don’t look away.

do. “You’re safe up here. If any of them get past the guards, we won’t let them

won’t let

and escort them out of

still can’t tell if the Gamma, or whatever he was,

peace?” Elder Carson challenges the

continue.” He says and gestures Beta Michael back to the

you all know, this year’s pool of females is higher than it has been in years.

and our last remaining Alpha female up for claiming

livestock on parade for those interested. It makes me sick. As I stare into the crowd, I catch the eye of a man who is obviously an Alpha. His eyes are locked on mine and there’s a smile on his face, something akin to pride. He’s good looking as all Alphas are, muscular, tall, with longer black hair that brushes his shoulders and grey eyes that look

perusing the crowd. When I see him, the snarl on my face erupts from my mouth, causing the entire gathering to quiet down.

the crowd turns to see who has caused such a response from me. The sound of low growling begins

pool of contestants. First up, Annabel.” Beta Michael

watch as he gestures for Annabel to come to the microphone. As she steps up, there is clapping and

tell us about

at her. She blushes and looks at the microphone. “My name is Annabel. I’ m an omega at Chelsea Hills

Beta Michael. “What do you do in your pack, Annabel?” He coaches her

the kitchens.” She pauses a moment then looks up smiling brightly.

up and she smiles

you, Annabel.” Beta Michael gestures for her to step back. before turning to the

of applause for Annabel!” He

her.

He turns, gesturing for Mignon

us about yourself,

of confidence for an omega. “My name is Mignon. I turned 18 over six

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