At one point Alexander was one of the wealthiest men in America and the world. His name was associated with wealth and he had a supermodel of a wife that brought envy to all.

However, his wife was just something he bought as he thought she was hot.

She herself was a cold-hearted gold digger who had zero love for Alexander. However, his true passion was always animals.

Before he was rich he was an orphan who grew up on the streets, his only source of warmth and company was an old German Sheperd named Daisy.

Because of her he survived and worked himself to the bone to become the man he is today. When he turned 38 he bought a 6 wolf pup which he raised and trained.

Alexander had never felt more happy than when he was with his pets, but his wife was far from pleased.

She tried to stand in his way as she hated animals. She gave him the choice of her or the wolves so he simply kicked her to the curb.

He divorced her without a care in the world as he threatened the judge's family who sided with him.

Alexander was not just rich, but he had countless connections in the underworld after all. For 8 years he lived happily until one day when he got home.

He was sitting in the back of an armored SUV surrounded by several armed guards.

He was in a convoy of several such SUVs full of his Private security. Alexander was in the center one and he was sitting in the back of one.

He was 50 years old, but he was a giant man standing at 6'10 and extremely rugged. His hair was pitch-black while his eyes were sharp like daggers.

A large beard reached his chest while he read reports from his phone.

At either side of him were two armed guards in full riot gear with automatic rifles. Neither said a thing while his driver moved the rearview mirror to look at him.

"Sir, your previous 'appointment' went well I presume. "

Alexander nodded.

"Oh yes, they 'took care' of my issue without fail. "

The driver smiled.

"Most excellent sir. The faster this issue was dealt with, the better for your health.

"

His personal driver was a retired veteran named Dariel who was once a Green Beret. The man was 65, but he was the one responsible for training Alexander's personal task force.

Just yesterday, Alexander had put out a hit for the head of his business rival.

Things had gone well as the man was dead as dead could be.

'With this, the Kaur family will have to submit. I will buy their company and add it to my own.

'

A big smile appeared on Alexander's face as things were going well. He had a few more rivals to deal with, but when they were dead he would be the single most influential man on this side of the globe.

Finally, his armed convoy arrived at his estate so his two guards released the safety from their guns. They stayed at his side while the rest of the guards went outside.

One could never be too careful when one had as many enemies as Alexander.

Dariel reached into the glove compartment and pulled out his pistol.

"Sir, something feels off. "

Alexander squinted his eyes as he felt it as well.

"I know you two stay at my side. "

He reached down under his seat and pulled out an M249 machine gun. He always wore a bulletproof vest under his suit and his suit had woven in kevlar.

He put on a helmet as he was always prepared for a shootout. It was why he was alive and his competitors were lying 6 feet deep.

'Alright. '

His two armed guards left the SUV while he followed after them. Safeties were off as things were totally odd.

Alexander had more armed guards at home and he was always paranoid. However there was not one person in sight, but on the ground were bullet craters and pools of blood.

Plus, the bodies of his task force were littering his estate.

Alexander cursed at the sight.

"Fuck. "

Alexander clicked a button on his watch as he rushed toward the wolf pens. He had to make sure they were alright, as they were the only thing he truly cared about.

His guards followed him closely to make sure he was safe.

When they reached the pens Alexader for the first time froze. His beloved pets were all dead in pools of their own blood.

He grit his teeth as his icy blue eyes turned bloodshot.

"FIND WHO DID THIS AND KILL THEM! I WANT THEM TO WATCH THEIR KIDS BUTCHERED! I WANT THEIR BLOODLINES TO BE SNUFFED OUT!"

"That is all you care about Alexander. "

All his guard aimed their rifles at the source of the voice. Alexander grit his teeth as he turned around to see who it was.

It was his ex-wife, but she had changed since the last time. Her eyes seemed hollow and vacant as if she had gone through total horror.

"Samatha, so you did this. "

She nodded.

"That is obvious, your rivals felt it was too dangerous to leave you alive. Seeing how you will kill them all in time they teamed up to kill you.

When I found out, I followed them to make sure you suffered. This was my payback to you.

"

Alexander looked down before aiming his gun at Samantha.

"Goodbye. "

Alexander raised his gun and unloaded the entire clip into her body. When she dropped dead, he replaced the clip and walked toward the pens, and got in front of one of his favorite ones.

The wolf was totally black and the biggest of the pack. The wolf's name was Ragnarock.

He ran his hand through the wolf's body in sorrow. He saw it twitch making him pick up the wolf who was whimpering in pain.

Alexander sat down as he held him close in his final moments.

Just a few seconds later Ragnarock breathed his last. Alexander gently set the wolf down as he got up and started to walk toward the SUVs.