The Claiming By Cooper

The Claiming by Cooper (Jara & Mason)

Chapter 39

Mason

I feel sick as I watch the Alpha wolf shift to his human form. Alpha Cameron. Beta Luke knew it wasn’t likely that he’d make it through rea*s*sessment, and he was right.

I see him from the comer of my eye, standing in the hallway. His face is a mask of the pain he’s feeling at the loss of his Alpha. He throws his head back and howls his pain. The rest of the pack answering him as they feel the tether to their Alpha snap.

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“Beta Luke, is there an heir for the Alpha position in your pack?” Elder Jason asks him.

He shakes his head. “No, just me.”

Elder Jason nods. “We’ll need to perform an Alpha ceremony today. Your pack needs an Alpha.”

Jara looks up at Beta Luke. “We can have a burial ceremony this evening for Alpha Cameron, allowing your pack to grieve.”

I see Elder Jason look at Jara. He hadn’t planned to have an official funeral, but I agree with Jara. It’s the right thing to do. His pack needs to grieve him and then they need to submit to their new Alpha, even if this postpones Annabel’s claim by another day.

that were protecting Beta Hana have now vomited from moving too

grieving the loss of another good Alpha,

look after any of  your pack mates that come in while you’re being rea*s*sessed.” She says, before standing and

and come back here. To me. I’ll help you heal. Do you hear me. Alpha Mason? I expect you to pass and return to me.” Her eyes are wild with her fear for

“Yes, Alpha Jara. I hear you. I will return to you as soon as I

my face to

her mouth, drawing strength from her before I hear a throat clearing

way, Alpha Mason.” Elder

away from Jara, walking backward, my eyes not leaving hers until I get to the door. When I do,

at you, a*s*sessing your ability to control yourself and your wolf. As an Alpha, the push is harder than others. We’re put through simulations where we are forced to

against it, but we have to control them, not letting them attack during the a*s*sessment. As I feel the desolation try to pull me under, I remember Jara. The feel of her hands on my face, her lips on mine, her request to

sensitive and although I’ve never vomited after an a*s*sessment, I feel nauseous. I walk out, heading back to the room, intending to

my face and I can’t help the sigh of relief. It’s as if her hands are drawing the pain

takes my hand, guiding me to a couch. 1 sit, leaning my

know if 1 need to suck it up

of pack members who have come in since you left. Relax. If you feel better, you’ll be better able to help

but I think I drift off

sit on my other side. I can help two at once.” I