unbroken (unexpected series)

Chapter 52. 5

"This guy — I mean — talk about rolling stone," she choked out, her fingers on the keys tapping furiously. Glancing at Logan the two of us just stopped working waiting for her to share.

"Do they belong to a pack?" Logan questioned.

Shaking her head she snorts, "No, with what I'm finding it looks like this guy is just, he's breeding all over the place."

Standing I abandon my computer, "show me us."

I turn the wall screen on so she can send her findings for us, "The only marriage license I can find is on Maisy Clemente-"

"She's nowhere to be found," I interrupted.

"I know, but he has about close to thirty children-"

"What? Is he trying to build an army?" I scoffed as she puts on the screen this Jeddah man, and below him are a list of those she believes are his children.

"Where are there the most?"

"Denver," she typed away, her voice lowering, until it went from confusion to understanding, "near Alpha Monet..." Logan and I both released a low growl under our breaths. I brought my hand to my face, rubbing and when more pieces sort of fell together, it fell limp. Marx words coming back, 'no one has made a formal complaint but we've heard many of the same accounts from different ex-members.'

"Could it be that simple?" I murmured, my eyes unseeing.

"What are you thinking Boss?" Remy asked.

Cocking my head to side, thinking about it all, before I answered unsure, Chelsea can you bring Maria to my office, and her mate if he wishes to accompany her as well, "No one makes a formal complaint about the suffering they endure in that pack, under the watchful eye of Alpha Monet."

Remy and Logan nod, but their thoughts, they still hadn't pieced together what was so clearly noticeable in my own mind. "A simple name change... and well how do we know that Alpha Monet isn't Marshall Clemente?" Was I wrong here? My gut was telling me I was right there, onto something.

"Think about it, why has no one from that pack, that have escaped, why haven't they gone to the Elders?" Logan looked up at the screen and the many names under Jeddah, all thought to be his children.

"You think that the reason no one really makes the complaint is because they know that Alpha Monet is somehow related or close to Elder Caelum?" I nodded. It made sense; I mean that Alpha went against everything our kind stood for. He didn't have a pack, that man was a sociopath cult leader.

"Can you place Maisy in Denver? In that state at all?" Remy nodded just as there was a light knock on my office door. Pointing towards it with my chin Logan, opened and let Maria, her mate Ralph and Chelsea enter. Sighing heavily, I motioned for Maria to sit, her mate following her.

"Thanks for coming, I — well I have a few questions for you Maria actually," she nodded wide-eyed and fearful, her heart beating the fastest and loudest in the room. "You were in the group home, in Denver near Alpha Monet?" I used a soft tone, tried to ask the question as non-threatening as possible but with her history, the minute she heard the name, her old Alpha's name, Maria seemed to shrink inside herself, becoming impossibly smaller as she released a little whimper.