The One He Claimed by cooper (Sophie and Hunter) novel Chapter 151

Chapter 151

“I’m so sorry, mother,” Brooklyn whispers.

“Look at me, Brooklyn,” I say and wait for her to look up. When she does, I can see the devastation in her eyes. I take her face in my hands and wipe her tears. She and I are very close in age, but right now, I feel like I’m years older than this sweet, fragile woman.

“Your mother did not want to be with your father. You can’t tell me that she wasn’t ready to die saving you today. Am I right?” I ask her.

She nods as I wipe the tears that continue to fall. “So,

Ven if she loses her wolf, she’ll be happy that both of you are free of your father and that you‘ re both alive. Right?”

She nods again.

“Okay. Now it’s your turn to be strong for her. You are brave and you are stronger than you give yourself credit for, Brooklyn. I believe you get that strength from your mother. She’ll survive this, if for no other reason than she loves you and refuses to leave you alone. Even though you would never be alone. We would never abandon you, Brooklyn.”

“What if…what if she never gets her wolf back?” Brooklyn asks me.

‘She’s worried because her wolf hasn’t resurfaced since her attack by Alpha Owen,‘ Hedda says. She’s been forward since the beginning of the attack, ready to protect me and our son if needed.

“Do I look like the kind of Luna who would kick you or your mother out of this pack? Do you think Hunter would do that?”

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“I don’t have my wolf either,” she admits, confirming what Hedda says.

“You are still part of this pack, Brooklyn. You accepted Hunter as your Alpha and me as your Luna. I do not dismiss my pack members because they are suffering with an injury that may or may not have killed their wolves. You and your mother will always have a place here, if you choose to remain in our pack. Do not let that worry you,” I tell her.

She grabs me unexpectedly and whether it’s because of the fear of being cast out, the adrenaline rush of killing her father wearing off, or just being overwhelmed by everything, she begins to sob in my arms.

I carefully lift her, moving to sit in a chair and cradling her in my lap, rocking her as I would a child, letting her get it all out of her system.

I nod at the nurses that they can leave and murmur soft words of comfort to Brooklyn long after she stops crying but continues to cling to me.

When she finally sits up, I wipe her tears again and smile at her. “Better?”

“Yes, thank you, Luna,” she says, giving me a watery smile in return.

“Okay, I’ll let the nurses know that you’re going to stay here with your mother until she wakes. They’ll bring in a bed or cot for you, but it a while. We still have injured coming in.

“I want to help,” she says suddenly.

“Brooklyn, you don’t have to help. You can stay here,” I tell her.

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“No. They said my mother will be out for another day. I can help. Sitting here, watching her sleep, won’t help anyone, definitely not me. I need to feel useful. Please, Luna.”

I think for a moment. “What do you know about injuries?” I ask her.

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“I know a little. As omegas, we’re always having to help each other when we burn or cut ourselves in the kitchen since our wolves don’t heal us as fast as others.”

“I think they still need people to help them triage the injured. Do you feel up to that?”

“I do.” she says determinedly. “I can help. I’ll still sleep in here with my mother, but I’ll do what I can.”

“Okay, let me get you a walker. I know you can’t walk on your own yet,” I say, and step out, quickly asking a nurse rushing by where I can get one. She gets it for me before rushing off to her task.

When I step back in, Brooklyn is leaning over her mother, telling her that she’ll be back soon.

I give her the walker, making sure she can use it and is strong enough to walk with it. Then I lead her back out to the main entrance. I find a lead nurse and let her know that Brooklyn wants to help.

“We can use all the help we can get. Are you sure you’re okay, Brooklyn?” she asks. All the nurses know her from when she was here in the hospital.

“Yes, I want to help.”

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