The Lycan Kingpin's Captive: A Baby For The Beast

My news didn’t affect him as much as I thought it would, but then again he has such a good poker face. The man was made to lie and manipulate the same way as all Alphas do - lie, cheat, take what's left of you, and toss you to the side.

I should have known better, instead, I allowed myself to believe Alpha Nikolaos might be different. How foolish!

Now here I am yet again, struggling to fall asleep with thoughts of the Alpha plaguing me. The look of betrayal in his eyes when I turned to face him, the way he comforted me after the pack house was invaded.

"You're deluding yourself, Mirabella; he simply wants your womb and nothing else. Do not romanticize this...It's madness!” I repeat the mantra again, hoping it sticks but I have a restless night again.

But the scent of autumn keeps me awake all night, taunting me with reminders of what I'll never have. I just have to hold on for a few more months...then I'll be free of this.

I am woken up by an odd scent permeating my room and my eyes shoot open as I become aware of someone else in the room with me. Jumping from the bed, I back up towards the bathroom, but he mirrors my movements.

Fear grips my heart, but as he steps out of the shadows I can feel my heart skipping a beat - why is Alpha Nikolaos in my room?

“Alpha Nik...” I trail off with a frown, then I shake my head as his grin grows wide. “No, you're not Alpha Nikolaos.”

Sandalwood, mint, and....something that causes my throat to feel strangled by an icy chill as if I've taken a deep breath in a blizzard. I can't explain it, but this man smells like winter. I don't like the way he's looking at me with pity, and when he cocks his head to the side, it angers me more.

“Who are you? Why are you in my room?!”

He has his hands in the pockets of his jeans, mimicking the Alpha’s casual stance as his eyes blaze Alpha crimson. “I've just come to see the mother of my niece or nephew, that's all. I heard you're making quite the...ruckus.”

That smile hides something that causes my throat to constrict with fear. This is the Alpha’s twin brother, but what is he doing here?

"You have to excuse my doubt, sir, but I don't believe you,” I say as I slowly grow tired of the games these Alphas play.

He chuckles. “Whether you believe me or not is none of my concern, dear girl, but what you want with my brother...now that is my concern.”

Crossing his arms over his broad chest, he languidly walks over to me with that grin ever present. My body is shaking as I am backed up against the wall next to my bed

“So, what makes you so special that Niko chose you to birth his firstborn?” he asks, seemingly perplexed.

Wait, what?

“Formal?” I frown. “What do you mean? You can simply keep me out of the conversation-"

“Ah, but I can't. Your father will know this information is legit because you're supposed to be Mikhail's captive. He'll test Mikhail first, obviously, but I think he might...want us to wed since I am the son of his best friend.”

My stomach clenches, an uneasy coil forming. Formal...my father will want Alpha Nikolaos to marry me?

“I don't...I don't think he'll do that!”

“You're his only blood left; he will. But Mia...” he trails off sighing, seemingly annoyed. "Fuck, I will never get used to the name Mirabella. He won't be happy that I've used you as only a surrogate, so we might have to...act as if we've been together since your rescue.”

I bite my bottom lip in a bid to calm my nerves, but it doesn't help. Marry Alpha Nikolaos, act as if we're together...Act as if I am in love with him?!

"Are you okay with that? Your brother mentioned you don't like being touched-"

“I'll do what I have to do,” he growls, gritting his teeth. “Fucking Bastien.”

“The contract-"

"Will come into effect once your father dies, and it should be soon. Mikhail will retaliate one way or another, but don't worry about that. I will protect you.” He says before letting out a long sigh. “You will still have your freedom, little rabbit, it will just take a bit longer.”

I don't know how I feel about this. I am already filled with confusion about this man, now we might have to pretend we're a couple? It's a dangerous slope, being close to him already muddles up my mind!

My bottom lip slowly gets pulled out between my teeth by his thumb and I hear a stifled grow! rumbling in his chest. “You're distracting me by doing that and I don't like to be distracted.”

“I didn't"

"Hmmm..." he says, then he places his hands on either side of my head, caging me in. “Everything about you is distracting, kounelaki, your very presence chips away at every bit of my self-restraint.” He pushes his body up against me and I can feel the outline of his thick cock against my belly. He's hard and for some reason, it doesn't scare me...it excites me.

“Is that...good or bad?”

He chuckles and the sound makes my core throb with need. “Your innocence is so alluring, do you have any fucking idea what you do to me?”

I shake my head and feel his cock twitch against me. For the first time ever, I want to be on my knees for a man... I want to submit everything to him.

“I don't like the touch or feel of others, but I want you on top of me, underneath me, screaming my name, raking your nails down my back, and meeting my thrusts,” he says, his hand slipping down to my throat and squeezing gently.

“I want to hear your moans, feel your pussy clench around my cock like it clenched my fingers. I want you dripping for me, Mia, I want to make you MINE.”

He growls out the last word and I whimper, but not in fear.

Then he sighs, takes two steps back and I immediately feel naked. “But I can't have that. I cannot want you like that because that would make you my weakness - I cannot have any weakness.”

My heart shatters. “Because you're an Alpha,” I murmur and he nods.

“Because I am an Alpha. Weakness cannot be tolerated or welcomed, so if we have to act like we're together that's all it will be. Acting.” He says with finality.

So...he does want me as I want him, but he won't have me because of his duties. This is not just a dangerous slope, it's the makings of an avalanche. Pretending to be in love won't just be pretending if we keep it up, The close proximity, knowing how we make each other feel...

“I understand and will go with whatever you decide if it gives me my eventual freedom,” I say, straightening my back and crossing my arms so he doesn't see how hard my nipples are.

He sighs and raises his arm, but then stops as if he's touched a live wire. With one more look at me, he storms out and I slip down to the floor.

Hurt, excited, and...so darn confused.