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.

room settle, all of us more somber than before. Some of the omegas that were protecting Beta Hana have now vomited from moving too quickly. Jara goes to a*s*sist Hana in helping them feel better. None of them are my pack

the loss of another good Alpha, Elder

pack mates that come

“You pass a*s*sessment and come back here. To me. I’ll help you heal. Do you hear me. Alpha

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

pulls my face to

drawing strength

Mason.” Elder

get to the door. When I do, I turn,

head. They force different scenarios into your mind, pushing emotions 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

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 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 return to her, and

it’s going to explode. The pain is so severe, it’s hard to see. I’m light sensitive and although I’ve never vomited after an a*s*sessment, I feel nauseous. I walk out, heading

I enter, she’s there. Her cool hands go to either side of my face and I can’t help the sigh of relief. It’s as if her

one hand on my forehead and takes my hand,

here?” I ask, wanting to know if 1 need to suck it up and help my

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

head. I’m not sure, but I think I drift off to sleep. When 1 wake,

I can help two at once.” I