The chapter before this one isn't a chapter at all. This story is one book divided into three parts, and that is saying that this is Part One of the story.

Anyway, this story is different than my others. First of all, it's in third person which is hard for me to write, so I might accidentally end up switching to first person at times. Also, it's Rated R and there will be sex scenes. And they will be detailed, so if you're uncomfortable with that, you're going to have to do some skipping in later chapters.

So, enjoy.

PS. Cover is by ForeverApocalyptic from the Originally Sexy Production|Professional| cover making thread. :) Thank you so much!

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Alexander stood at the top of the staircase, gazing at Mira and the baby she held so lovingly in her arms. He wanted to go down and take the little girl away and hold her close to his heart and keep her with him always, but that wasn't possible now. He had a meeting to go to.

He straightened out his suit jacket and strode down the steps. When his thirty-year-old, trustworthy housekeeper finally heard him approachig, she looked up to smile at him, her pretty face lighting up in happiness and gratitude. Unable to have children of her own, Mira had been ecstatic when asked to care for the infant Alexander had brought home. She was also trusted wih the secret of the baby's identity.

"Give her to me," Alexander ordered. No willing to displease her Alpha and the man who had given her the one thing she had desired all her life, Mira obliged. The twenty-three year old stared at the child he had recently named Callie to avoid suspicions, unable to believe that this little girl was the mate he had desired for so long.

Alexander couldn't stop gazing at the baby he called his soulmate and couldn't help the overwhelming love that filled him to the brim. It wasn't necessarily a romantic type of love, but more of an affectionate, sibling one. Alexander knew, as he watched the beautiful baby sleepig peacefully in his embrace, that he would do anything for the Lycan princess, even if it meant laying down his own life. This tiny being had become everything to him.

With a gentle kiss to her head, Alexander handed the little one back to her surrogate mother. "Take care of her," he instructed. "Make sure no one comes inside and keep her within the premises at all times. Are we clear?" Alexander couldn't afford to be anything, but cautious until the news of the Royal family's death died down. He couldn't risk Celia being found out, especially not by the Revolutionists.

Mira nodded and bowed her head to her superior. "Yes, Alpha," she murmured and held Callie - formerly Celia - to her chest. She understood why Alexander was being so careful - she didn't want anything happening to the precious baby either. This little girl had captured Mira's heard and she would love Callie until her dying breath.

Satisfied with Mira's response, Alexander turned and strode away, jaw clenched. He was dreading the Revolutionist meeting. As far as they knew, all the Griffins were dead. They had been dead for two weeks. So why were they summoning the Revolutionist leaders for a meeting? Beyond that cold, hard mask on Alexander's face, he was worried. What if they had found out about Callie being alive? He wasn't willing to lose his soulmate. Alexander had only been alive for twenty-three years, but some Alphas waited centuries to find their mates. He would be a fool to give her up.   

Soulmates were a rare and unique thing. Only Alphas and the Royal family had them, one being strictly designed just for them. Average werewolves usually didn't have a soulmate, which is what made Alphas more powerful than the rest and the Griffins stronger than any being. When a normal werewolf had a mate, it was considered great luck. But chances of that were one in a million.   

Alexander got into his 650 thousand dollar SSC Ultimate Aero, one of twenty-five produced in the world. It was blue in color, bright and attention grabbing. He was into flashy things and that was his reason for accquiring the three million dollar mansion he now lived in with Mira and Callie. It sat right on top of a cliff and the balcony hung over the edge. The view was gorgeous, but the drop was deadly. Surrounded by the mansion were trees and through that lay a winding paved road that Alexander was now driving down, intending to get to Revolutionist Headquarters in two hours even though it was a four hour drive.   

He felt more and more anxious as he drove farther away from his mate. He didn't like to be far away from her now that he had finally found her. She constantly evaded his mind and senses. Alexander desperately wished that they had met under a different circumstance. She would hate him when she found out he killed her family.  

I won't tell her, he thought to himself. And he knew he couldn't. Not unless he absolutely had to. He could take seeing his mother be killed. He could take his father dying. But he wouldn't be able to take his mate hating him or anything close to that. It would simply crush him.   

Alexander finally arrived at the Revolutionist Headquarters. He parked his car, making sure the alarm was on and stood aside, staring up at the warehouse. It didn't look like much from the outside. It looked pretty abandoned with some of the windows tinted while the others were boarded up. But as he stepped through the doors, with an okay nod from the two hidden guards, the world around him changed.

The walls were black with blue lights hanging from the ceiling, creating the effect where it looked like water rippling. The hallway seemed endless, but as he continued on, the colors began to change and it became lighter until he finally arrived in front of a wood paneled door with two more guards, dressed immacuately in black suits standing side by side. He let them check him over and then he put in a different code. The door finally slid open.   

The room was all wood with a black circular table and each of the seven seats, save one was taken by either an Alpha or powerful businessmen who had enough money to buy support. Alexander took his designated spot and pressed his palms facedown on the table, gaze inquiring. "What is this meeting about?" he asked, his deep voice rumbling up his throat as his dark eyes swept over the men.    

Daryl Rainer, one of the three Alphas, growled low in his throat. "We've been waiting for ages," he said harshly to Alexander.      

"I was stuck on traffic," Alex drawled calmly, tilting his head the slightest way making his golden hair slide over his eyebrows.    

Alpha Rainer's mouth opened to retort something angrily when Shane King interrupted their brewing verbal battle. He was a human, a billionaire and the calmest one out of the seven people in the room. "We're not here to fight," he said simply.  

"So why are we here?" Blake Mitchell demanded. "My wife is nine months pregnant and could go into labor any minute. She needs me back home." A flash of concern swept through his eyes, before it was instantly replaced by his cold mask. However heartless he wanted to appear, it was obvious that he knew how to love - his mate, wife and mother of child was a living, breathing evidence of that.  

For a second, Alexander wished he could have an open relationship like that with Callie when she came of age, but he knew that these men, the Revolutionists, who were opposed to Royalty, wouldn't care that the youngest princess was his soulmate. They would go to lengths as cruel as killing off the entire Sullivan Pack to get to her and for that reason, he couldn't risk it. Not even to Alpha Mitchell, who probably was the only one in the room who understood what it felt like to have a mate to love and cherish.   

Tyler Watson, the only werewolf in the room who wasn't commanding a pack, cleared his throat to gain the wandering attention of the other men. Everyone tensed as they waited for his words with bated breaths. "The High Council did a search in the castle for the bodies of the Griffins. All of them were found, albeit they were burned and not in their conditions," he said, his voice slowing down as he got to the end of his sentence. Alexander moved his hands down to his lap, fingers clenching into a fist. Did they know that Callie hadn't been killed? That she was missing instead?  

"And? We expected this, didn't we?" Michael Sheer asked impatiently.   

"I wasn't done." Tyler pinned Michael with a cold look. "The youngest Griffin, Celia, her body wasn't found. There are traces of her blood on the floor along with her brother's, but her body wasn't there," he ground out.   

Alexander struggled to not show how shaken up he had suddenly gotten. It suddenly hit him. Why hadn't he just put a body of a dead baby in the room in place of Celia. Regretfully, he had spilled some of her blood, so they could find some traces of her supposed death, but maybe it wasn't enough. Think, Alexander, think. You have to think of something, he thought to himself as all eyes turned to him.  

"It was your job to take her and Kyle out," Daryl accused.    

He knew he had to act his part as a fellow Revolutionist. Allowing a sliver of anger to show, Alexander stood up and towered over the table, glaring hard at the man who seemed to have aquired a newfound hatred for him or maybe he was just on his man period. Alexander didn't know, but he didn't like Daryl singling him out to verbally attack.    

"She was dead when I left that room. I made sure of it," Alexander snapped, trying not to cringe at his own harsh words. "I got the job done."  

"Then why was her body not found?" Shane asked, calm but inquiring.   

"Maybe they didn't search closely enough. The fire must've really destroyed her body. She was small, only two months old," he said, speaking the first words that came to his head. He needed a plausible explanation.   

Ryan Homer, a self-made multi-millionaire laughed sarcastically. "Maybe you should go to the castle and find her body herself," he suggested dryly.   

At his suggestion, relief surged through his body. However, he kept his outward appearance tense and cold. This was perfect. Alexander would manage a decoy and 'find' Celia Griffin's body at the castle. He had to do it carefully though and make sure that there were no witnesses. And if there were, they would be immedietly taken out.   

Alexander shrugged his shoulders in a nonchalant okay. "If it will rest your worries about the little princess being alive, then I will take my men and search her room."   

Tyler stared at Alexander in a specalutive way. Not likely to back down, Alexander glared back. Tyler was the first to look away and Alexander held back his triumphant smirk. "One week. We'll meet here on the eigth of Semptember. By then, you better have her ashes or there will be hell to pay, Sullivan." Alexander knew it was a threat and he didn't take it lightly. There was a higher calling - the Revolutionist had a main leader, though he was a notoriusly private person. Very little was known about him. And if he didn't like the results, Alexander could be dead within twenty-four hours.  

When the meeting ended, Alexander wasted no time getting to his car. The police, both werewolf and human, knew better than to chase a speeding car that could go over two-hundred miles per hour, so Alexander had no worries about being pulled over as he swerved out of the parking lot and wound through the little traffic on the roads. There was a deep ache taking place in his ache and he had come to know that as his body's way of telling him that he was missing Callie. The drive took less time than it took to get to the Headquarters and for that, he was grateful.   

He drove down the twisted road, through the trees, up the hill and finally approached the large, metal gate that surrounded his mansion. He punched in the code and drove in, the gate closing with a bang and locking behind him automatically. It didn't take long for him to park and he was out of the car and into his mansion in two minutes flat.   

The relief that came with seeing Callie was immense. It was like all the tension that had built up in his body had suddenly disintigrated, leaving him with a sense of tranquility. Mira just simply smiled and left Callie in Alexander's arms and hurried away to her bedroom. Alexander was glad for the privacy.   

"Hello, Princess," he whispered to his sleeping soulmate. "I missed you today. I promise you'll be safe with me. I'll protect you and love you forever," he murmured. Bestowing a gentle kiss on her head, he lay down on his plush couch that was comfortable and just wide enough for him to rest. Alexander set the tiny baby on his chest and smiled as Callie sighed contentedly and snuggled closer. Resting his head back against the arm of the couch, he closed his eyes and for once, let go of everything around him and enjoyed this precious moment.