The Lycan Kingpin's Captive: A Baby For The Beast novel Chapter 51

-Anika/Anya-

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

“Don’t do anything to her face, assholes!” one of my captors had said, but the damage had been done. All because I had been too out of it to notice what had been done to me… What they would still 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 took me 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 daughter of a Russian Alpha Pakhan - a mafia princess for a better term. The only difference is I’m human - a flaw 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 from the dingy backstage, the entire place looks fancier than I expected, similar to an opera house, but it doesn’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 pack of hungry wolves, for lack of a better term.

Sweat trickles down my back, and my heart hammers against my chest as my predicament finally hits me; one of these people will purchase me to do with as they please, and there is absolutely nothing I can do about it.

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

What?! How could they have possibly known that I was still a virgin?! I swallow hard as an awful feeling settles in my heart - one of those disgusting goons possibly violated me.

“She’s yours to do anything as you please as bidding starts at-”

“What is the meaning of this?!” A deep male voice cuts through my captor’s introductions, and I flinch at the anger behind his tone. I look up, but even as the harsh lights block out his face, I can tell this man exudes power. “Get her off the stage right this instant!”

My breath hitches in my throat when he grabs me by my forearm and pushes me behind him. Unwelcomed relief settles in my bones; could this be my savior? Will I be able to leave?!

“Apologies, ladies, and gentlemen, but there has been a mistake. This little bird is not for sale as this auction does not permit the sale of humans or any supernatural creatures.” He says, commanding the entire crowd with his voice, then motions with his hand for the MC to continue before pulling me off stage.

Even as I shiver in fear, I can tell he’s completely livid. When I look down, I can see an intricate tattoo on the top of his hand, and something inside of me screams ‘Mafia,’ and that bit of relief gets snatched away.

What will happen to me now that no one has bought me? Will this man kill me because I know of his black-market auction?

We stop in front of a room, and when he pulls me towards him, his heady, exotic cologne envelopes my senses before pushing me inside.

“Don’t fucking move,” he warns before slamming the door and leaving me alone in what looks like a backstage changing room.

Once again, I didn’t even look up at his face before he left because I was terrified. This man seems to demand submission, even more so than my father back in Russia. I know that whatever he has planned for me can’t be good, so right now, I can do nothing but wait as my fate gets decided by an unknown man.

I haven’t cried since those three men took me, but I can feel tears threatening to break the surface right now. I wrap my arms around my waist, and a shiver shoots up my spine. What is going to happen to me once he returns? Will my life be snuffed out even before it begins?

“What the fuck do you mean?” I hear his voice on the other side of the door, and immediately my heart starts to pound even more. “Who the fuck gave you permission to sell a woman?”

“Diavolos did; he assured me you would be okay with this since it is the fifth anniversary of the auction,” the voice of my second captor answers, and I subconsciously take a step back from the door. This is the violent one who slapped me when I dared to talk.

“Fucking Diavolos,” the other man growls, then sighs. “Fine, I’ll handle this. Tell him I will send 3 million for the girl and that this is the last fucking time he pulls a stunt like this.” He says. I can’t help but catch a faint accent in his tone, and it leaves me wondering who exactly this man is.