The Lycan Kingpin's Captive: A Baby For The Beast novel Chapter 53

How hard can it be to find a fucking woman in a small town?! I’ve scoured all the motels, b&bs, and hotels, but there’s no sign of Xiomara Montesino.

It’s been almost two weeks since Niko sent me out to find this woman but I had no idea where to start. After a warrior brought me an item of Xiomara’s clothing I thought it would be easier to find her - how fucking wrong was I?

She wanted to disappear and did a good job of it; no scent or sound of her anywhere here and even two towns over, she was nowhere to be found.

Her sweet jasmine and lavender scent is nothing but an annoying temptation with no full-bodied woman attached to it. I know how she looks because of a picture Niko sent and I could see the fire and defiance in her hazel eyes. She’s no timid lamb, that’s for sure.

But damn, she’s beautiful. Even as I wanted to reject her beauty and what she would come to be once I found her, her scent called to me and what a combination those two were.

I don’t want a wife; I don’t want to be attached to anyone. I’m fine living as a bachelor, fucking a high society moll, and moving on. But something in Xiomara’s defiance made me want to tame her and my wolf started taking notice.

Fuck, I’m going to need to move on after this. It’s my last night in this town, so I need to head one more town over. Gianna said Xiomara got off in this town, so I thought I’d find her easily.

How was I to know my bride would be a sneaky vixen?

Raking my black leather gloved hand through my hair and growling, I grab my things and walk out of the motel room, feeling more pissed off than before. Why do I have to run after a woman who doesn’t want this any more than I do? Fuck it, I’ll tell Niko to let it go. The Gammas will have their wives and secure those packs, I don’t need it.

He’ll be pissed off with me, but I’m done looking for this woman.

After letting Niko know I’m coming back, I walk towards my SUV and decide to grab some bottled water on my way out of town. As I’m walking inside, I hear a commotion close to the mini-mart and the scent of wolfsbane burns my nose.

I could walk away now and say it isn’t my problem, but since this is SilverCrest territory, that makes it my problem. Groaning in frustration, I throw the bottled water in the SUV and stomp toward where I hear the obvious tear of clothing.

Three punk-ass wannabe thugs are surrounding the body of a half-naked woman on the floor. Normally, this would anger me regardless, but when the smell of jasmine and sweet lavender hits my nose, I become murderous.

“Can any of you tell me,” I say through gritted teeth and they spin around to face me. “Why my bride is currently being violated?”