Here's another chapter in Alexander's perspective :)

Alexander

I enter my office after a long day of meetings.

My council members and I argued over the same thing again. Whether or not vampires should come out of the shadows and take over the world.

My stance on this matter is a hard no. But not everyone is in agreement. The council has warned me that a rebellion is in the works. This information displeases me greatly. I have zero tolerance for anyone who undermines my authority.

I have asked my brother to get me the name of the person who is leading the rebellion. Two days later he gave me a name. The name is not important because their leader will be dead by the time I deal with it. Most kings don't handle their own dirty work, but I plan to take care of this problem myself.

I learned if you want things done right then you have to do it yourself.

These rebels will learn that I don't fuck around and will learn their lesson in what  the consequences are when you disobey your King.

Just like Violet.

Images of her flood my mind. That little stunt she pulled off last night I let it go but I didn't forget.

I mean how could I?

She was lucky that I didn't lose control.

I had to pull back the Dom inside of me. The beast wanted to tie her to the bed and fuck her senseless. Stretch her pussy until she cried. Wreck her beyond repair. Torture her without mercy and take pleasure in her tears.

I couldn't let myself become unhinged. I couldn't let the Dom out to play.

At least not yet.

During her stay here, she will see soon enough that there's no love inside of me. So why rush it?

I cross my office to the small bar and  pour myself a glass of whiskey. I reach over, removing the stopper of a decanter filled with warm, thick red liquid then add it to my glass. I swirl the contents around to mix the fresh blood with the amber liquid.

I bring the cup to my lips, tilt it back, and down it in one go.

Fuck, that burned.

I glanced down at my watch.

6 p.m.

It's time.

I had a special dinner planned for me and Violet.

I fix my cufflinks. I'm dressed in one of my power suits. Black jacket and pants, crisp white shirt with a gray tie. The tailored suit fits me like a glove, stretching across my broad shoulders and biceps.

I looked dominating and powerful which was the whole point.

I needed her to know who is in control.

Satisfied with my look, I sat my glass down.

I'm ready to go downstairs to see the woman that I plan to break into a million pieces. And then rebuild into what I desired. Tonight, Violet will learn an unforgettable lesson in what's it like to be a slave to a king.