The Lycan Kingpin's Captive: A Baby For The Beast novel Chapter 52

I may be the daughter of an Alpha but I am no one’s sold bride.

The second my Papa told me he’ll be giving me to the Alpha in the East, I knew my life would no longer be mine. I started planning my escape; saving money and knowing the only open window will be when I get taken to be paraded in front of the Alpha.

I didn’t have a choice in this; I would never have a choice of my own again. I’ll belong to one of his men and there was nothing I could do about it because it’s ‘for the good of the pack.’

Does my Papa take me for a fool? I can’t let this happen, I would rather die, and live as a homeless wench than be someone’s little toy. He should have known better since I have my Mama’s rebelliousness. The Herrera fire lives on in me even if he tried to train me to be gentle.

Now here I am, hiding in a dingy motel with the hope that the Alpha doesn’t send anyone after me.

Not that I think he will; I’m sure he has plenty of other brides he can choose from. I’ll give it about a week or two, then I’ll leave this town and take a flight out of this country. I’ll survive on my own. I don’t need anyone else.

This will probably make that Alpha exile my father’s pack, but that’s no longer my problem. The last person to care about me was my Mama, and she’s long gone. I would’ve been more loyal if he treated me like a daughter and not a tool he could barter with.

I look up at the moldy ceiling, listening to the other tenants moving about. Right now there’s a drug deal happening outside my door and I’m sure the woman next door is a pack moll with the different male scents emanating through the paper-thin walls.

But who am I to judge? I’ve been here a week and know everyone minds their own business.

This was the cheapest place to rent on short notice and I have to save every cent. I just need a few more days, then I’m out of here. I don’t regret leaving my father’s pack, I am certain he would have felt me going Rogue after I rejected the pack bond.

“You can do this, just like we went over it,” I say to myself, breathing deeply. “He’s not still looking for you; you’re not some precious prize.”

/“You’re going to regret this, Zara,”/ my wolf, Yingze, chastises me once again. She’s still bitter over being a Rogue now, but there’s nothing we can do about it.

/“I’d rather be a Rogue than a slave, Yingze,”/ I say sadly, wishing she were more supportive of me. /“We’ll get back on our feet as soon as we get to Cirrostratus Islet. We’ll buy supplies and move to the forests where you’ll take the lead.”/