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

Alpha, Elder Jason comes to the door. “Alpha Mason, you volunteered to

looking at 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

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 her fear for me and her need for me to

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

pulls my face to hers,

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

way, Alpha Mason.” Elder

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

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 to submit to another Alpha, to give up our pack and once we feel destitute, we are forced to watch as our

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

and although I’ve never vomited after an a*s*sessment, I feel nauseous. I

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 hands are drawing the

one hand on my forehead and takes my hand, guiding me to

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in since you left. Relax. If you feel

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

other side. I can help two at once.” I hear Jara