The Alpha's Secret (On Hold)

Chapter Two

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.