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**West POV: **
With the baby shower over and his announcement about reburying his pup. And I have the unfortunate task of telling him that someone spiked the drinks for the baby shower with laxatives. Jazz and are on our way to tell Valenzano what happened. Jazz thought it would be wise if Cleo was not included in the meeting with her being heavily pregnant and all.
Jazz being her she already interrogated all of the staff that was working in the kitchen. If she was a wolf, she might have killed everyone there she was beyond pissed. She was more worried about what could have happened if Cleo would have drunk some of the drinks.
"Bro, Jazz and I need to tell you something", I say not bothering to knock.
"Knock West, hello Jazz. What is it you have to tell me", he asked.
"Valenzano before we tell you I need you to remain calm. Remember Cleo can feel your emotions and we don't want to upset her", Jazz said in a calm tone.
"I am calm what is it", I see the storm brewing inside of him.
"Well, someone spiked the drinks for the baby shower with laxatives", I said waiting for him to flip.
"And you are just telling me now?”, he said angry.
"Once we found out we wanted to wait until Cleo day was over. We didn't want to let it ruin her day. You can understand right, Valenzano? You saw how happy she was yesterday. If we would have told you then you would have canceled the event", Jazz said.
"YOU DAMN RIGHT I WOULD HAVE. How did you find out?", he starts to yell but catches himself.
"I asked West to test the drinks to make sure they were tasteful. Thank Goddess he drunk from each one and a lot of it", Jazz said trying to laugh when I gave her the side eye.
"After about five minutes my stomach started to hurt, and I had to take a major shit", I said rubbing my stomach.
"I found him on the toilet looking pale and in pain. I asked the doctor to see him West explained everything to him. He took the drinks and ran some tests on them he confirmed that's when he said there was an excessive amount of animal laxative in all the drinks", Jazz said.
"And what of the food was there any in the food", Valenzano asked grinding his teeth.
"No, the food I tasted myself and I was catered from an outside source", Jazz said.
"So, you mean to tell me that someone in this house in my pack deliberately tried to poison my mate and our guests", he said as he punched the wall.
"Bro calm down Cleo can feel your emotions", I said.
"I WANT EVERYONE WHO WAS WORKING ON THE DAY OF THE BABY SHOWER IN MY OFFICE NOW!", he yelled.
"Calm down Valenzano I already questioned everyone who was here. I damn near ripped their heads off”, I said.
"Get a new kitchen staff and the old kitchen staff I want in the dungeon I will integrate them myself. Not a word to Cleo she is due to have the pups after the ceremony and I don't want her stress that they come early", Valenzano ordered.
"How long will we keep them in the dungeons?", I asked.
"Until Sunday. I need to bury my pup there will be enough drama going on I don't need to add more to my plate", he says as he leaves the office.
He is right. He does got a lot of shit on his plate. But he knows that it comes with the title of Alpha. One reason why I do not want it. I don’t do well under pressure. That is why I am blessed with Jazz. I would have told Valenzano about the laxative yesterday knowing damn well he would have lost his shit.
I know he wants to kill someone right now. He is an Alpha, and his job is to protect. Someone in his pack, someone sworn to follow him until death. Dared to basically poison other Lunas and female Betas.
“Our main focus right now is to find out whoever is responsible for the laxative shit”, Jazz said to me.
“Yes, it is. That person is a threat. And male or female that person will die”, I said.
“I know and we know how Cleo will feel about that”, she said.
“We will have to tell Cleo about it so that she will understand”, I said knowing what the information will bring her some stress.
“Yes, she should know but let's leave that to Valenzano to do, babe”, she said.
“But we need to find out who did this and why”, I said.
“I think I figured something out”, she said excitedly.
“What?”, I asked.
She explains that since the laxative is for animals maybe someone who works in a vet office will have access to the laxative. And that all we need to do is find out who works at a vet or has access to such laxatives.
“You are amazing babe. We employee records on our computers. I will just use Vals”, I said.
I hop in Valenzano seat and turn on his computer. We take pride in having excellent records. All our pack members have to report where they work. Just in case they end up working or a rival pack
“We have five pack members that work in some type of medical field”, I said.
“We can exclude that doctor”, Jazz said.
We do have laxatives at the pack hospital. Anyone that works there would have access to it. But I don’t want to think someone in there would harm Cleo. They saw how she put her life on the line for the pack pups. I can't help but think Avaya has something to do with this. But if so, she must have someone here spying for her.
Looking at the list we have Cassie Sosa she works in the pack hospital pharmacy here. But she has been on vacation since Sunday no way it is her. Janet Moody works at a pet rescue in a human town. She is on maternity leave for the last two weeks. Madison Sims works at an urgent human care clinic. And they would not have animal laxatives there.
Ferrer Key works at a pet urgent care center. Jazz wrote down her work address and home address. Robin Venuti transferred from pack pharmacy to kitchen. That is odd. Who the hell would transfer from the hospital to the pharmacy? She will be the first one I question. Since she is in the kitchen, I mind link her to Valenzano office.
“Question, West”, Jazz said.
“What up babe”, I said.
“Why do the pack hospital have animal laxative?”, she asked confused.
“Because sometimes when the pups transfer from their mother's milk to solid food, they tend get constipated”, I said.
“Betas you wanted to see me”, Robin said with her head low.
“Yes, we have some questions for you”, I said.
“Yes, Alpha”, she said walking in.
Jazz told her to take a seat. She is on full on female Beta mode. She is just as angry as I am. The baby shower was almost ruined because of someone. And Jazz worked very hard on to making that celebration a hit.
“Yesterday, Robin. What was your duties in the kitchen?”, I asked.
“Beta, my duties were to wash and put out the serving were”, she said.
“Did that include the pitchers?”, Jazz asked.
“Yes, Beta”, she nodded.
“And what did you do after you washed the pitches?”, I asked.
“I gave them to Ferrer to make the drinks”, she said.
“Wait, Farrer is not a part of the kitchen staff”, Jazz said.
“No, but she use to be. We were busy and she was off work. We needed the help Beta”, Robin said.
“Did anyone else help make drinks?”, Jazz asked.
“No, Ferrer worked on that alone. Since it use to be her job in the kitchen everyone thought it was a good idea. Even the house Omega”, she said.
“Okay, last question. You use to work in the pack pharmacy why did you get transferred to the kitchen?”, Jazz asked.
“The pack pharmacy hours are long. Too long to be sitting in a place no on uses if you ask me”, she said.
“But aren't the kitchen hours longer?”, I asked.
“Yes, but there is always work. And that makes the time go by fast”, she said.
“Did anyone taste the drinks after Ferrer made them?”, Jazz asked.
“Yes, I did before she put them in the basement fridge. They taste good. Ferrer always does a god job making drinks”, Robin said.
“Thanks, you robin you are dismissed. And do not tell anyone what we asked you", I said in my Beta tone.
Okay, so now Ferrer is our prime suspect. Too bad she works outside of the pack or I would have had her in here now. Why would she put the drinks in the basement fridge? probably to put the laxatives in without someone noticing.
“I am going to rip that bitch head off”, Jazz said.
“No, you are not. We need to question her first”, I said.
“No, we don’t. West, we know it is her”, Jazz said clenching her teeth.
“We don’t know for sure, And the last thing we want is to execute a pack member for treason she didn’t commit”, I said.
“She made the drinks. She had someone taste them as a cover. Before she put the laxatives in them. When she went down to the basement, she must have up the laxatives in the damn drinks. West if it looks like a duck", she said. And I can feel her anger through the bond.
“Sometimes it can be a hunter dressed as a duck babe. We need all of the evidence. I want the person punished too but not to the extent of punishing someone innocent”, I said pulling her onto my lap.
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