The Lycan Kingpin's Captive: A Baby For The Beast
The Alpha Kingpin's Fixation - Excerpt

-Anika/Anya-

The blinding lights of the stage hit me even harder than my captor did an hour ago. All eyes are onme as I stand in nothing but a low-cut chiffon dress, barefoot, and with a face full of makeup tocover my cuts and bruises.

"Don’t do anything to her face, assholes!” one of my captors had said, but the damage had beendone. All because I had been too out of it to notice what had been done to me... What they wouldstill do to me.

I landed in Las Vegas yesterday, ready to celebrate my 21st birthday with a few close friends.Everything was perfect until we reached our final hotel bar crawl. We ordered glasses of champagne,and when I got up to head to the bathroom, a hand clamped around my mouth, and darkness tookme before I could scream for help from Liev, my personal guard.

Guards, you ask? Well, my name is Anya Popov, and before my abduction, I was the only daughterof a Russian Alpha Pakhan - a mafia princess for a better term. The only difference is I'm human - aflaw to a great man like my father. But he loved me nonetheless.

My eyes adjust to the bright light and scan the crowd as they all hungrily look up at me. Apart fromthe dingy backstage, the entire place looks fancier than I expected, similar to an opera house, but itdoesn't ease up my anxiety at all

In fact, it makes me feel even worse because now I know these people have money—a lot of it.

I spot primarily middle-aged to older men, and I can tell they're all itching to get their hands on me.I've seen predatory glances before, and right now, I'm as safe as a newborn lamb in front of a packof hungry wolves, for lack of a better term

Sweat trickles down my back, and my heart hammers against my chest as my predicament finallyhits me; one of these people will purchase me to do with as they please, and there is absolutelynothing I can do about it.

“This little princess has just turned 21; by the Goddess grace, she’s still a virgin!” My heart constrictsas the MC talks to the crowd, eliciting favorable murmurs from them.

As if he just didn't rip mine apart with that name.

Alpha Bastien loannides - the name hangs like a trophy in my father's mansion; the last Greek wolfpack he took out and insulted before leaving for Russia, and now I have just been bought by thatvery man.

But how was he still alive when my father supposedly killed him? Was it simply pure bad luck that Iended up here?

The only reason I know all of this is because my father gets a bit too chatty when he’s had one toomany glasses of Vodka. He always made me join him for a nightcap and revealed to me what hethought his most significant achievement was.

The fall of the loannides SilverCrest pack and the subsequent ruination of Isla loannides beforesending her back to her mate in pieces.

How ironic that I should end up like this when my father brutalized Bastien’s wife and sent him avideo afterwards? And how ironic is it that I might end up just like her?

I sink to the floor, and yet still no tears come through my horror even though I know for sure thatthis man might just kill me if he has to replace out who I truly am

Even if I had to lie and give him a different name, I am sure he has the means to figure out who Iam. In that case, I am dead right after I leave this room.

The door swings open again, and another man walks in. He's wearing a three-piece suit, has longblack hair, and has the same air of intimidation around him as Bastien. Sighing, he looks bored as hegives me a once-over, then cocks his head to the side.

"Come with me,” he says, then walks out again, expecting me to follow him.

I blink, then get to my feet before another blow heads my way for not listening and stupidly followafter the man.

I can still hear the MC and cringe thinking back to being on that stage underneath the hot, glaringlights without knowing what would happen to me. By the looks on the faces of the men in thecrowd, some of them would have loved to buy me for their sick fantasies.

A disgusted feeling coils in my stomach at the thought, knowing that even though none of thosemen bought me, someone else did—someone who is much more dangerous than anyone in thatcrowd.

As soon as I step out of the room, the long-haired man grabs my forearm and pulls me along withhim to God knows where.

You would think I would be used to being pulled around like this, but whenever an unknown mantouches me, I feel like I want to vomit uncontrollably.

After a few minutes, we come to a stop outside a barred elevator, and he keys in a long code. Whenthe doors open, he pulls me inside and shoots me a sideways glance.

“Fucking left babysitting,” he grumbles before the doors open, and I am once again pulled around.But this time, my surroundings puzzle me. Why am I in the living room of an expensive-lookinghotel suite?

“Mr. loaniddes will be up here to sort this shit out. Sit on your ass and wait for him,” the long-hairedman says, and I can do nothing but wait for my death sentence.