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.

group of men in the room settle, all of us more somber than before. Some of the omegas that were protecting Beta Hana have now vomited from moving too

the loss of another good Alpha, Elder Jason comes to the door. “Alpha Mason, you

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

a*s*sessment 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

put my hands on her wrists. “Yes, Alpha Jara. I hear you. I will

face to hers, kissing me

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

Mason.”

until I get to

your ability to control yourself and your wolf. As an Alpha, the push is

belong. As a werewolf and definitely as an Alpha wolf, it’s the worst possible feeling you can have. Our wolves fight 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

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

cool hands go to either side of my face and I can’t help the sigh of relief. It’s as if her hands are drawing the pain out

forehead and takes

to know if 1 need to suck it up and help my non-ranked

members who have come in since you left. Relax. If you feel better, you’ll

letting her touch soothe the ache in my head. I’m not sure, but

sit on my other side. I can