The Alpha's Four Hidden Heirs
BLURB.
I try to go back to the memory and see if I could see his face but it just made my headache worse.
Fuck, this isn't good, this is not good at all. I lost my virginity to a man that I do not remember. Just listening in, I know that he's not in this room and he's probably long gone.
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Natalie Nichols lost the only parent that she knew and as if that wasn't enough, she was thrown into a new life with people who were supposed to be her family, but she barely even knew them.
A one night stand led to her destruction, her children were taken away from her and she was thought to be dead. But now she's back, more powerful and not the same weak girl as before.
Will she be able to get her children back or will she fall in love with the man that got her pregnant in the first place?
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Chapter 6
Natalie- I put on my mask in the car and then got out of the car with my kit in hand, just as I exit the car, I see that the police have already cordened off the area with yellow tape. "Ma'am this is a crime scene, I'm going to have to ask you to leave." A police officer approached me and told me. "My name is Natalie Edmund, the specially appointed coroner of the Major Crimes Unit of Dellmoor." I say to him and then I bring out my ID and show him. When he saw the identification his expression quickly changed. "I apologise Miss. Edmund, the chief didn't tell us that you were coming." He tells me as he raises up the yellow tape from me to pass under. "It's fine, I wasn't supposed to start work until next week but he said that this was urgent." I tell him as we both start walking. "Yes it is, I've never seen anything like this before. I mean I've seen body parts, but the way these ones were mutilated and also the markings on them...." He trails off. "Where are the bodies?" I asked him. "This way." He says and then he leads me to a place just close to the river and I see two other people there and they looked sick and appaled by the sight of the bodies and were clearly rushing to finish their work and rushing surely means that they'll miss something. I now understand why Jim wanted me here, these two don't know what they're doing at all. "Step away from the bodies." I order them and they turn around in shock and stare at me. "Who are you lady? You have no right to tell us how to do our jobs." The man says, raising his nose up at me. I do not have time to deal with arrogant males today. "Actually I do, my name is Natalie Edmund, your new boss." I tell him and he just opens his mouth but no words come out. "I apologise for Brandon's behaviour, it's just that this isn't the first time that a civilian has tried to sneak into a crime scene so we try our best to be cautious. My name is Effie." The girl introduces herself while the guy whose name I now know is Brandon is still getting over his shock. "That's fine but that doesn't explain why the both of you are doing a half ass job, I mean if you don't like the sight of dead and mutilated bodies, why did you choose this line of work?" I asked her. "It's not, it's just that we've never seen anything like this before." Effie tells me. "That still isn't an excuse for you not to do your job properly, these bodies are people and there are people out there looking for them and it's up to us to come up with answers as to how they got here and ended up like this. So if you can't do that, I suggest the both of you leave." I tell her and I don't mean to be rude it anything buy I hate walking with people that arent ready to work or good at their jobs. "No, it's fine, I'm ready." Effie tells me and I look over at Brandon who seems to have recovered from his shock. "I'm ready too boss." He adds and I have a feeling I'm not going to get along with him. "Ok then, let's get to work." I tell them and then I put on my lab coat and some gloves. Together they help me mark the body parts with numbers and we took pictures of each body part that was found and labeled them and we also took pictures of the markings on the body, I don't know why but I had a feeling that I had seen these markings somewhere before but I couldn't remember where. After about an hour, we were finally done and the bodies were loaded into the truck, Effie and Brandon were in the truck while I followed behind in my car. I kept wracking mt brain trying to remember where I had seen those markings before but nothing was coming to me, I hated this, it's like it's just there and I just can't reach it. I got out of my car and just as I was about to step into the building a man steps in front of me. "Excuse me, you're blocking my path." I tell him. "I apologise Miss Edmund, but my boss has been waiting all day to see you." He tells me. What the hell is he going on about? His boss? No one knows that I'm back in Blood Moon Pack, I mean I changed my name and my face, there's no way my father knows thay I'm back. I mean that's one of the reasons why I took a job in Blood Moon Pack territory and not Moon Shadow Pack. Blood Moon Pack and Moon Shadow Pack were two of the three packs to first settle in the town of Delmore and Blood Moon is the strongest and more powerful out of the three. I chose Blood Moon because it would keep me close to Moon Shadow Pack but not too close that they'll be able to see me coming. "Get the bodies down to the morgue, I'll be down soon." I instruct Effie and Brandon and then turn back to the man. "Who exactly is your boss and why does he want to see me?" I ask him and he looked shocked that I was questioning him, did he think that I would just go with him like that? "My name is Billy and my boss is Samuel Bowers, Alpha of Blood Moon pack and CEO of Centurion Corporation." He tells me. "And?" I asked him, a lot of people would be excited to meet the great Samuel Bowers, I know all about the Bowers family, their wealth and power is known all across America and beyond but I've seen what that kind of power does to people and I have no interest in it. "And he's over there in that Bentley and he would like to talk to you." Billy tells me. "Billy, please tell your boss that I have a very important case to attend to and if what he has to tell me is important he should come back at a time when I'm free." I tell him and he looks so shocked. "Are you serious, Miss Edmund, do you have any idea who he is?" He asks me. "Yes I do and I'm not changing my answer, now please excuse me." I tell him and I make my way over him and walk into the police headquarters.
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