Chapter 0345

Victor and Leopold returned from their hunt, leaving me to turn toward Beatrice who had just come in from the gardens. "Could you start compiling a list of pantry essentials? The men will bring more meat, but we're dangerously low on spices and other basics."

"Right away, Luna."

I began interviewing the new omegas flooding into the kitchen. Those without cooking experience but skilled in cleaning were assigned tasks throughout the packhouse.

First, I organized teams for kitchen and dining room cleanup, adding the communal bathrooms to their duties. One omega, Isabelle, had been a Lead Omega in her former pack. I paired her with an assistant to inventory each room—tracking occupants, supply needs, and preferred cleaning schedules.

Our linen situation was dire. Towels and sheets were piled haphazardly, supplies nearly depleted. I designated someone to establish a washing rotation while another team sorted and cleaned the existing stock. Beatrice added cleaning supplies to our growing procurement list.

By the time Victor, Leopold, and an unfamiliar hunter returned, I was sweaty but satisfied. After assigning teams to process the fresh game and stealing a moment to flirt with my mate, I sent him off again.

I pulled Rosalind and another skilled cook aside. "Let's plan meals for the week." We drafted a menu that would gradually increase meat portions for the pack. Beatrice updated the shopping list as we worked.

"Luna," Gwendolyn interjected. Her sister Isabelle was handling room inventories—both had fled the same abusive pack. "We should consider egg-laying hens. A coop near the gardens would provide steady protein. The children could collect eggs, and excess chicks could supplement our meat supply."

"Brilliant." I had Beatrice research local poultry sources—no easy task without internet access.

As dinner approached, omegas plated food while others set the tables. Two gardeners, Seraphina and Cassandra, arrived with wildflower bouquets.

"Luna," Seraphina said. "We heard about the new meal system and wanted to celebrate."

"Perfect timing." We arranged the flowers just as warriors began filing in. Their steps faltered at the sight of the set tables.

"Take your seats," I announced. "Tonight's menu: pulled pork, roasted rosemary potatoes, and steamed spinach."

The dining hall buzzed with excitement. Through our bond, I summoned Victor. Attendance had doubled—whether drawn by food or curiosity about their Alpha and Luna, we needed extra tables.

I ensured every omega ate, including those still processing game. When I finally joined Victor, his gaze held pure wonder.

"You've transformed this pack into a home in one day," he murmured. "As always, you amaze me."

The atmosphere couldn't have been more different from last night's tense reunion. Laughter and lively conversation filled the space.

Pack members approached to thank us or simply introduce themselves. As the crowd dispersed—some to work, others to rest—Victor retreated to finalize patrol schedules. I stayed to confirm tomorrow's kitchen assignments before following him upstairs.