The Alphas’ P**n Star Mate

Cameron POV

"Alpha, we found this," Jackson stood up from his computer excitedly, running over to me where I sat on a blood-soaked bed at the corner of the room. He didn't even flinch seeing my newest victim lying dead beside me. This one had the same lips as Chloe, but they tasted like salt and copper. Not like the honeyed floral taste of Chloe's. Nothing about her was the same, and halfway through I couldn't stand it any longer. I had to silence her voice permanently to get some enjoyment out of the pathetic creature.

I jerked the warm, freshly printed papers from my gamma's hand, rubbing my temples furiously from my endless headache. I haven't been able to get rid of it for days, and now it feels like something is tearing away inside of me. Rome has all but disappeared, and I have been left to deal with this shit on my own.

Scanning over the document, my eyes widened when I realized what it said.

"Chloe's mother was killed by my father for being a traitor, but her father...... Her father was a damn witch?!"

"Not just any witch," Jackson pointed at the report taken from a witness two decades ago. "Those creeps your dad always had us keep an eye on living in that run-down village outside our lands. Those two were his sisters. He was driven away by Alpha Carlton, running for his life. The sisters stayed behind, and one even tried to save your ex-mate and her mother. She got her tongue cut out as she tried to recite a spell."

"Why wouldn't my father kill the sisters then?"

Jackson shrugged. "It sounds like he was keeping tabs on Chloe and looking for any signs of magic. There are entire journals written by her school about her growth and progress. Even reports from her trainers when she chose the warrior route. There were also reports on the sisters, but they were worded in a way that makes me think he was using them to lure Chloe's witch father to come back." Jackson turned to the last page he printed, pointing to a scanned expert in my father's script.

Six years and still no occurrences of those hags receiving male visitors. I knew the man was a coward when he chose to run instead of facing me, and then to let Melinda and the brat out of his sight. Pathetic. There was another note at the bottom, one that was dated to three and a half years ago.

Time has never been more wasted. Today was the day that hybrid skank should have joined the ranks of those assigned to my personal needs, the day she turned eighteen, but she turned out to be my son's mate instead. With no signs of witchcraft in her muddled veins, this case shall be closed and all assigned to her and the other witches' surveillance will be assigned to other tasks. Shall the woman show signs of magic in the future, we can revisit, but until then these documents are to be sealed to prevent my son from recovering them when his time as Alpha comes.

The note was signed off by him and his beta.

Was Chloe a witch? There were never any signs of it. I'm having a hard time believing any of this.

"Bull shit," I growled, tossing the papers to the side next to the corpse. "Even if that shit is true, how will it help me find her now?"

"Her father's name is Rodger Mills. Ring any bells?"

"No," I snapped, pushing off the mattress to find my shorts and a new victim. I think I saw one in the cells with the same thick brown colored hair as Chloe. Maybe if I pull it from the back it will feel the same as hers did too.

"The club in California. The one that was ruined in that explosion. It was owned by a Rodger Mills," Jackson followed behind me.

I stopped short, making him run into my back.

"SHE WAS WITH HER FATHER?!"

"Apparently so," Jackson said nervously, wincing away from me. "And I think it was her aunts that helped her get to him. If we find those witches, we might be able to find out how to track her down."

"Send the trackers," I snapped sharply, changing course from the cells to my office. I needed to study these documents, all my father's notes and reports on Chloe and her family myself. I always thought she was just an orphan. I never really cared to find out more, but if this will help me find her, I need to know. My mother always said she had an unfortunate upbringing. Now I know why. Besides the videos of my whore of a mate doing porn, this might be our big break.