The Alpha's Secret (On Hold)

Prologue

Copyright © 2012 Tavita Khan

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So, this story will be updated slowly because it is a little out of my comfort zone and I'm trying to figure out how I'm going to write it. But I hope you enjoy it. :)

This isn't edited very well, so I will probably come back and add more things to it. Any constructive critism is appreciated.

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Alexander Sullivan had only one thing in mind as he strode down the long, wide hallway: kill. The paintings hung up on the walls surrounding him were alight with scorching, orange flames, eating away at the canvas and crumbling them into ashes. The fire cast shadows over Alexander's tall, muscular frame and his angular face, highlighting his dark eyes. There was a mask of deep concentration on his face as he continue on.

A few minutes later, the young Alpha suddenly turned into a huge room, the door hanging on its hinges. If the fire had not begun to eat away at the room, then it would have been classified as beautiful with the fairy lights entwining around the doorframe and hanging from the ceilings. There was light purple wallpaper with blue and green flowers and stuffed animals lined the room, along with other toys.

However, Alexander didn't pay much attention to the details. He stepped over the two, bloody bodies dressed immaculately in guard uniforms. Their eyes were wide open, but unseeing as they stared up at the ceiling. And something that resembled guilt flashed through him. But it disappeared as soon as it came. He hadn't come here to pity the dead - he was on a mission.

Two remaining Griffins were still alive and it was his job to kill them.

Kyle was the sixth child of Queen Sandra and King James, but he was certainly not the last. He was very built, just like all the Griffin men with his muscular body and tall frame. Even at age fifty-four, he ceased to look a day over twenty.

Alexander watched the man from the shadows. The crisp scent of burning wood and flesh kept the Lycan prince from sensing the tenty-three year old's presence. There was blood dripping down Kyle's forehead and his white shirt and pants were stained red and gray. He looked anxious and was pacing back and forth with a distraught look on his face. But that wasn't what Alexander was so fixated on.

It was the baby in his arms.

Celia Griffin was the youngest of the eight children the King and Queen had at only two months old. She was also the most treasured. Alexander had never met the child before this day, but he had heard stories. She was said to be stunningly beautiful. The young Alpha didn't doubt it as all the Griffins were easy on the eyes.

Finally, Alexander stepped out of the shadows and Kyle's line of view. The prince stopped moving immedietly and clutched the infant a little closer to him. "Alpha Sullivan? What are you doing here?" he asked. Alexander didn't say anything because he knew the prince was smart enough to put two and two together. "Oh- you...I should've known. I should've known you would have betrayed us, you lying bastard."

Alexander only gave a sinister smile that had Kyle backing away and drew a short, but lethal silver blade. It wasn't much of a fight. Even though Kyle had attempted to defend himself and his beloved sister, it didn't take long for Alexander to end him, scarlet liquid pouring out all over the front of his white shirt from his open neck. By now, the baby had awakened and was wailing at the top of her lungs, having been dropped on the floor. For some reason he didn't understand, her cries struck a chord in Alexander's chest.

He wanted to make Celia Griffin's death quick and painless. He was ready to just pick up the blade and slide it across her neck. But as soon as he lifted the little one, her wailing ceased, she sighed comfortably and in the midst of all the chaos, rested her tiny head on his chest. And when she looked up at him from under wispy, black curls and gazed at him with her stunning eyes, one silver and one green, his world stopped.

Then it started again. Only, it revolved around her.

How could he kill a creature so perfect? He doubted he could even hurt a hair on her lovely head. Se was so utterly beautiful, so innocent and pure. No - he would never be able to hurt her. And he'd kill anyone who even tried.

It didn't matter anymore that she was a Griffin, part of the Royal, a family Alexander hated and helped kill. t didn't matter that he could be executed by the Revolutionists for sparing the young princess's life. All that mattered was her.

Celia Griffin.

His mate.