This is a crazy chapter. I wanted to show you guys the heartless side of Alexander because he is obviously not really perfect. And as well as sexual content, this story will have lots of violence, blood and guts as well, so that's why it is Rated R. 

So I hope you enjoyed it. I finished writing this at 4 in the morning. All for you guys.

Also, I dedicated this chapter to RiceLover because she is my new favorite author on Wattpad. :) All three of her stories are to die for. I love them all. Please read them because she deserves way more votes and reads and comments than she already has.

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It wasn't easy to find a body of a dead, baby werewolf, burn it and place it in Princess Celia Griffin's nursery in the castle. However, it was done because he couldn't risk my mate. He had to fake her death. He had to make them believe that the body they found was, in fact, Princess Celia.   

Alexander sighed and held his head in his head which had begun to pound in an infuriating headache. His hair fell over his forehead and he growled lowly as he pushed it away again. He needed a haircut. It had become too long and he was sure he had already lost a lot of hair already because of Callie constantly pulling it.

"Mr. Sullivan?" he heard a meek voice ask and looked up to see his mousy secretary, Alicia.   

"Yes, Alicia?" he asked, pushing away from his desk and looking at the pale human he had chosen as his secretary, solely for the fact that she, non once, had even as much as batten an eyelash at him.    

She met his eyes nervously. "Sorry to interrupt, but there is a Mr. Cassano here to see you. He says it's urgent," she said.

Alarm bells rung in his head. Drew Cassano was the dedicated Revolutionist who had accompanied him when he went to search for Celia's body. He was worried about the autopsy report from the pathologist. "Send him in," Alexander said, waving her off.  

Alicia nodded and walked off. Usually, Alexander would at least check out her ass as she left. She wasn't one of those girls that people considered beautiful at first glance, but there were attractive qualities about her, like her flawless skin, bright eyes and of course, her rear. But it seemed like after he had met his mate, other girls were never enough. He couldn't even get an erection.    

A sigh escaped his lips, but he regained his composure and sat up straight, putting an emotionless mask on his face. It was just in time, too because right then the door opened and Drew walked in like he owned the world. Alexander's mouth curled down in a frown.    

"Sullivan," he greeted, taking a seat on the chair across from Alex's desk.    

"Cassano," Alexander drawled. "To what do I owe this visit?"    

There was a sarcastic smirk on Drew's face. Alexander's mouth twitched with an urge to twist down into a scowl. As if sensing the annoyance emitting from the young Alpha, Drew's arrogant smirk grew. "I thought I would let you know the result of the autopsy report," he drawled.

Alexander pretended indifference to the man's words and recieved the satisfaction of seeing the disgruntled look on his face. "Well, the body is unindenfiable," Drew finally said, a frown marring his features. Alex didn't allow the relief to show on his face. "But the pathologist confirmed it is, in fact, the princess."   

"And do you expect this to surprise me?" Alexander asked, raising a perfect, blonde eyebrow. "I killed her. I left her there in that room with her brother."   

Drew's lips pressed into a thin line. "So it seems," he stated in a quiet voice. Then a hard look crossed his face and Drew stood up, leaning over the desk, palms flat against the dark, brown wood. "But I know you're hiding something, Alexander Sullivan and I'm going to find out what it is if it's the last thing I do," he said in a dangerously quiet voice.

Eyes narrowing in barely contained anger, Alexander brought his face closer to Drew's. "You go ahead and do that. Just don't be too disappointed when you end up with nothing," he stated before leaning back in his chair. "Please show yourself out, Cassano. I have a meeting in approximately," he looked down at his watch, "fifteen minutes."   

There were no more words said between them. Drew left as calmly as ever, replacing that scowl on his face with an easy going smile and Alexander stayed on his chair, wondering how he was going to keep Callie's identity a secret.

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The rest of the day passed by in a blur. He loosened his tie as he drove his Ultimate Aero to his second mansion or in other words, the pack house. It was much larger than his home and at least fifty people occupied it. It was mostly for the elderly and the wolves who didn't have anywhere to go, but occasionally a few families moved in when they were laid off.

Alexander called his Beta, Asher Laughlin on his way and told him to organize a pack meeting. There were a lot of questions concerning the Griffin's and what would happen now that there was no higher calling besides the High Council. Nobody from his pack knew that their Alpha was a part of the Revolutionist with the exception of Mira and he wanted to keep that his own secret. Most of his pack was loyal to their King and Queen.

When we got to the pack house, he parked the car and his lips curled up into the tiniest smiles when one of the orphan children, Melanie, ran out of the house to collide into his legs. She was four and the only one not afraid to be comfortable around her Alpha. 

"Hi, Mr. Alpha," she said, smiling innocent up at Alexander. He lifted her into his arms and couldn't help but wonder how Callie would be like at Melanie's age. Sweet and shy or fiery and wild?

"Hello, Melanie," he greeted, walking up the stairs into the mansion. When his pack saw him, they gave the slightest bows to show their respect and he nodded in response. "How are you?"

"Good," she chirped and launched into a detailed explanation of everything she did for the last week. Alexander was only half listened as he walked to the backyard, the only place big enough to hold his entire pack that had about five hundred people and was still growing.

As his pack began to pour in out the door and from the sides of the mansion, Alexander turned to Melanie who had begun scowling at his lack of attention. "Will you get down now, Mel? I have to start the meeting," he said apologetically. She pouted, but it was replaced in a smile when he just lightly kissed her head in a reassuring way. His pack members looked shocked - their Alpha was not one to show affection to anyone.

From the corner of his eyes, he watched Melanie run off to join one of the elderly woman in his pack, Sonya, and once assured that she was fine, he stood up taller and began to speak:

"I know a lot of you are wondering about what's going to happen to us now that the Griffin's are dead," he said, complete indifference on his face even though the guilt was eating him up on the inside. "I called this meeting today to assure you all that everything is going to resume as normal. The death of the King and Queen along with their children is verysad and we will take a day to mourn them all. But our daily schedules are not going to halted because of this most unfortunate event," he finished.

As Alexander looked around at the crowd, he noticed how different emotions played on each person's face. There was relief, sadness, even gloating. Alex didn't know what else to say, so he just dismissed them and strode over to his Beta. Asher looked a lot like Alexander in appearance with his similar blonde hair and dark blue eyes. But their personalities were as similar as night and day.

"Some of them don't even seem remotely upset," Asher noted as he watched the crowd disperse.

Alex shrugged. "They don't know the Griffin's personally. They find it hard to grieve for people they don't know."

"But they were our king and queen." Asher's eyes were sad, sunken in. "How could the Revolutionists just kill them like that? The youngest child, Celia, she was only two months. Who can be so heartless to kill a baby?" There was evident disgust in his voice and his face was screwed up into a scowl.

His words didn't sit well with Alexander. His eyes frowned although his lips were in a thin line and he rolled his shoulders. "It's done, Ash. Nothing we can do," he said flatly, running his hand through his hair. 

Alexander didn't wait to see Asher's face and instead walked away. He'd already been away from his precious Callie for so long. He didn't want to waste any time with her, especially because he couldn't be seen getting too close to his housekeeper's daughter. He didn't want his pack to start questioning his infatuation with her. Especially because she would be seen at the bottom of the social ladder, an Omega. Not to mention the human press. Humans were obsessed with the information surrounding Alpha's. Humans loved werewolves more than werewolves loved themselves, save a few who were prejudiced against his race.

"Mira!" he called as soon as he was inside. He was expecting her to come out from the kitchen or somewhere with Callie in her arms, but he got the surprise of his life when it wasn't Callie that came out.

"Rayne?" he stuttered as the woman he had a fling with three months before he met his mate sauntered in. Alexander was labeled a notorius playboy since he hit his teenage years and Rayne was one of many women woven under his spell. She was the the longest and latest fling he had, but he decided to call it off within two months. Alexander didn't know why she was back.

She was one of those beautiful, tall, willowy girls with curly blonde hair and deep, sparkly brown eyes. Her body was perfect. She had curves, but a flat stomach. He had originally thought she was the whole package until he was proven wrong by her nasty temper and a tendency to be overly clingy. 

"What are you doing here?" Alexander asked, schooling his startled expression.

Rayne inspected her manicured nails. "Well, I got lonely and was hoping we could, you know, start over again," she said simply. "But I found something quiet interesting instead."

Alexander's blood ran cold. Rayne was one of the most vindictive woman he knew and there were many. She was not apart of his pack; she could be classified as a rogue, but she was never a threat to anyone, so most packs allowed her to reside on their territory. But he didn't understand why she was back, what she wanted or how she had even gotten inside.

"And what did you find?" he asked after finding his voice which seemed to have temporarily run away from him.

A vicious smile played on her cherry, red mouth. "Oh, not much. Just a tiny little baby that strangely resembles the youngest princess." She bit her lower lip, something he used to find quite appealing. However, now it just made him wonder why he had ever pursued a relationship with her.

"Really," Alexander murmured, his hands casually slipping into his pant's pockets, so she wouldn't see how angry he was as he clenched his fists. 

"Oh yes." Her eyes sparked deviously. "And I heard that you were the one assigned to kill her that night, Alex. Now, I find that strange and a bit too much of a coincidence."

Worry was instantly on his face. How did she know about his involvement in the Revolutionist mission? He felt his heartbeat accelerate. "How did you know about that?" he growled.

Rayne waved his angry tone of voice away. That was her first mistake. It was disrespectful to disregard an Alpha so easily and quickly. "I have my ways, lover. Now, if you don't want your precious princess to be executed along with yourself, you're going to make me your mate and the Alpha Female."

Alexander paused for a second. He didn't bother asking Rayne how she got in. She must have found out his code for the gate somehow. "Where is Mira and Callie?" he asked, his voice low.

She laughed sharply. "They're safe. Just locked in Celia's nursery." She put extra emphasis on the word Celia.

The easy way Rayne talked and moved angered Alexander. How dare she walk into his home and threaten his soulmate? A deep, rumbling growl started up from his throat and before she could even blink, he had her up against the wall, pinned down by her neck.   

"Who knows about her being alive?" he snarled, his sapphire eyes flashing black before returning to their original color.    

Rayne was gasping for the air she couldn't find. "J-just me," she breathed.  

"Are you lying?" he asked, bringing her away from the wall before slamming her back againstit.   

"N-no!" she cried.    

Alexander loosened his grip on her neck just the slighest so she could breathe. But he knew that letting her walk out alive would be a death sentence. "I'm sorry, Rayne. You shouldn't have meddled into business that you had no part of," he said simply before twisting her neck. She slumped into him and Alexander let her drop to the floor. She wasn't dead yet - no, werewolves were much harder to kill. He would just have to cut off her head and burn her or find another way to kill her. He didn't believe in causing unnecessary pain unless the person really deserved it.    

As he looked down at her body, he was glad that she had no family. There probably wouldn't even be a search. But he would be extra careful anyway. He would have to hide her scent and bury her body somewhere nobody could ever find it.    

Casting a forlorn glance toward the nursery, he hoisted Rayne up into his arms. He would come unlock the door to let Mira and Callie out after he was done. He didn't want them to be a witness to what he would be doing.

After making sure that the coast was clear, Alexander took one of his kitchen knives and trotted down the hill through the forest towards the cave he knew led out to the ocean. It was a beautiful place, but also quite deadly. No place to swim around in.    

When he was deep into the cave, Alexander dropped Rayne onto the floor. He didn't waste any time and instead slit her throat. There was no remorse on his face whatsoever as he pushed the body into the sea water. Rayne was still not dead yet, but she was unconscious. She probably wouldn't even feel the pain of being eaten alive.   

Alexander sat there at the edge, watching as the crystal water turned red. He shifted his gaze and looked out deeper into the cave. A grim smile curled the corner of his lips as he saw the shark fins cutting through the water. He stood up, deciding that he had no reason to watch this.    

Back at the mansion, he walked silently into his room and made his way towards the balcony, the bloody knife still in his hand. It wasn't dripping as he had cleaned the blood off at the pool in the cave, but it was still evidence in a crime he had committed. Nobody could ever find it.    

He stood at the railing of the balcony and looked down. All he saw was the water since his balcony hung over the edge of the cliff. Then he glanced at the knife before he hurled it out into the ocean. Somewhere far. Somewhere deep. Where nobody would ever find it.    

Alexander knew Mira could smell Rayne's blood on him when he opened the door to the nursery. There was no fear in her eyes, just a deep sadness he couldn't comprehend. It was like she knew why he had done what he had done. Her eyes traveled to the baby in her arms and Alexander knew she would've done the same thing.    

That night, Alexander didn't hold Callie and bid her goodnight like he always did. He didn't get up in the middle of the night to feed her and rock her back to sleep. Instead, he let the wind blow through his blonde hair as he looked out at the night sky from his balcony, wondering how many more he would have to kill to keep princess his mate safe.