The Lycan Kingpin's Captive: A Baby For The Beast novel Chapter 7

I lean back in my chair with a sigh, closing the last of the financial statements for my three clubs. Even as all my businesses went legit and I went from narcotics to arms dealing, my profits shot through the roof after the introduction of my BDSM club.

Who would have thought so many important people in government had such sick fantasies? Not that I’m one to kink-shame.

The Pack Elders weren’t too happy with the shift in my businesses, thinking I would lose money this way, but I have left them to eat their words. That’s when they brought up the no Luna or heir issue.

One would suspect they want me out of my position, but the question is why? I’ve tripled everything I’ve touched, and brought them more money than my father ever did when he was Alpha. Even Bastien’s businesses are doing well.

So why are they looking for flaws in all my plans?

I heave out a sigh and get to my feet; today has been one of the worst days so far and it irks me how much everything is getting to me. The upside is Lilah has informed me the Omega is ready for the insemination procedure. So, everything starts from tomorrow.

Closing my office door, I walk upstairs and head towards the Omega’s room to speak with Josef, her bodyguard. He’s mentioned that she’s under stress because of this, and we can’t have her stressed right now.

I wonder if Lilah has attempted to calm her down, I should mention this to her.

Just as I round the corner to her bedroom, I see Josef on his knees, wide-eyed and looking at the bedroom door. He’s sweating profusely and I am about to ask what’s going on, when the scent hits me.

Cinnamon and a hint of strawberries; potent enough to bring an unmated warrior wolf to his knees. But it’s not just that, it’s the overpowering need accompanied by the perfumed scent - the longing to be claimed.

“Josef,” I say, keeping my voice calm. “Go to your quarters for the evening.”

“Y-yes, Alpha,” he says and scrambles to his feet while a sense of relief crosses his face as he scurries away.

How could I have been so stupid to allow her up here after Lilah told me her heat would hit tonight? She should be in a different wing of the pack house, not here where any available, unmated warrior could claim her.

Gritting my teeth, I clench my fists at my sides until I draw blood; then I turn to walk away from the scene. I can’t be here… I can’t be around-

A whimper filled with lust stops me cold. I might have fought off the desire to touch women or let them be touched by me, but that doesn’t stop the animalistic need from taking hold of me right now.

Every synapse firing off is telling me to go in there, to claim this woman as mine. To impregnate her the natural way, to knot her and mark her with my bite.

/“Go to her,”/ Knox, my beast, encourages me. /“We haven’t felt the touch, nor taste, of an Omega she-wolf in heat. Let us experience it, Nikolaos!”/

“N-no…” my voice wavers and I try to take a step back, but instead I take one towards the door. I can’t allow my beast to lead me by the nose…I can’t…

But my self-restraint crumbles to dust when a moan rips through the quiet pack house, and I find myself opening the door without thinking.

There, waiting for me with her legs spread wide and inner thighs glistening with her slick, lay Mia.

Her scent overpowers my will, her delicious perfume causing my cock to harden and push me towards the bed where she’s writhing with her hands in between her legs.

She hasn’t noticed me yet, but my own need intertwines with hers and when she looks up, her silver Omega eyes lock immediately with mine.

“Alpha,” she moans. “Please… this has never h-happened to me… I don’t know how to stop… Oh!”

Her innocence takes my breath away, and I somehow recall Lilah telling me someone had her on heat suppressants her entire life. To stop her from getting like this, to stop her from getting pregnant with their pups.

It makes sense since she was being held against her will, but why -

“Please! Please… help me!”

I am not sure if it’s her begging or her scent, but my cock twitches in my slacks. Fuck, I want this woman….well, the desire to knot her, does. On any other day, I would ignore her since there’s nothing overly special about her…but this just flips it on its head.

Perhaps just a taste…