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.

Some of the omegas that were protecting Beta Hana have

waiting for more of my pack to come in, grieving the loss of another good Alpha, Elder Jason comes to the door. “Alpha Mason, you volunteered to be re-evaluated today. There

mates that come in while you’re

for anyone else in the room, she takes my face in her hands. “You pass 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

Alpha Jara. I hear you.

face to

taking her mouth, drawing strength from

Alpha Mason.” Elder

get to

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

a*s*sessment leaves you with nothing, nothing but a useless title. No pack, no mate, no place to live and no place to 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

is so severe, it’s hard to see. I’m light sensitive and although I’ve never vomited after an a*s*sessment,

I can’t help the sigh of relief.

one hand on my forehead and takes my hand, guiding me to a couch. 1 sit, leaning my head

of my pack members here?” I ask, wanting to know

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

stay still, letting her touch soothe the ache in my head. I’m not sure, but I think I drift off to sleep. When 1 wake, I hear quiet voices

sit on my other side. I can help two at