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

Beta's Runaway Bride: 10 - Dual POV

Maxim

Three weeks in and we’ve finally decided to infiltrate the insurgent Rogue pack. Ghost and Descry are

out circling the perimeter, while I’m checking my weapons knowing that shifting won’t help in this case

even if my wolf is powerful.

To take these fuckers down, I need to think like a hunter. This pack has decimated two new ones

integrating with ours, so it’s my duty to remove them. They’re Mikhail loyalists and our direct enemy, so

we have to be on our toes.

Throughout this, I have to force myself not to think about my last night with Xiomara. She fit me

perfectly, both her pussy and her mouth. I didn’t want to stop; I wanted to get lost in her, wanted to

fucking give myself to her and tell her we can stop the bullshit.

But then a look of shame filled her as she swallowed me down and she bolted before I could tell her I

wanted this and so much more. I knew she wouldn’t listen to me, not when she felt ashamed of what I

made her feel.

And now all I can see is that look in her eyes and the scent of lavender haunts me.

What if she’s gone by the time I get home and we never sort this out between us? What if her father

has collected her and another bride stood waiting for me? I know she wants her freedom and I hate to

keep it from her, but I want her more than she wants that freedom.

No other woman would do; not a fucking chance.

/“Only one guard out front during this supposed big meeting, they’re getting brave,”/ Ghost calls over

the mind link with a laugh. /“We can proceed, Beta Maxim,”/

Only one guard? That cannot be a good sign, especially with these big Rogue names attending.

/“Anything from your side, Descry?”/ I ask when I realize he’s been a bit too quiet.

/“Nothing here. I can’t listen in on the meeting, though; either witchcraft or silver, but neither makes

sense.”/ He answers and a sliver of unease coils in my stomach. Descry has never been uncertain

about things… /“Silver would harm the fuckers too, so it can’t be that.”/

I breathe out a sigh and holster my weapons; we need to do this now before we think of more excuses

not to do it. /“Let’s get this over with,”/ I say.

If only I knew that I would regret those words later.

The second I stepped into their perimeter, ten fucking wolves descended on me and attempted to rip

me apart. It was a fucking ambush. The cunts knew we were here all this time and we played right into

their hands.

The searing feel of their teeth locking on my flesh had me roaring in anger and pain, but I pulled out my

daggers and managed to kill them one by one. A cut to the belly and their guts spilled out like a pinata.

Luckily, I got the worse of the ambush and killed the fucking attack dogs before the other two got here.

Three more wolves run toward me at the same time, and I lift my arm to fire my Beretta housing silver

and wolfsbane bullets. I nearly missed the shots because of my wounds, clipping them by their

shoulders instead, but the following two hits were right on target.

Bloodied and in fucking pain, I move forward even as they lunge at me because I know one misstep

and I die here. I was leading the other two and got most of the damage with the silver bombs, but I

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A bullet misses my head by inches and I can feel the heat as it zooms past me. /“We need those

fucking bombs, Ghost!”/ I call over the mind link and not even two seconds later, I see the bombs fly

into the pack house and the place fills up with wolfsbane gas.

Taking a breath, I turn and rush into the pack house, shooting whoever is blocking my path even as the

stench of wolfsbane threatens to drop me to my knees. Descry and Ghost are behind me, I hear their

weapons and smell their scents so I leave them be and head toward the three cowering figures Niko

sent me to kill.

I have to get out of here as soon as possible and complete the mission. I cannot die here with this

painful regret laying heavy in my heart not after I tried to fool myself into thinking I didn’t want that

woman.

Five minutes later, I managed to take out their leaders before finally going down myself.

Lavender and sweet jasmine beckon me… I need to go home… I need her.

***

Xiomara

His hands are all over my body and when he slides his tongue through my pussy, my grip on his hair

tightens. I’ve wanted this for so long, wanted to give in to the one man who infuriates me to no end, and

now I am.

He drives me crazy and gets me wet and I don’t know which I love more.

A crash downstairs has me jumping out of bed and my heart starts thumping wildly in my chest. Wait,

was I just having a sex dream about Maxim? Gods, another one - that’s four this week alone!

But I put it out of my head because I hear another tumble and crash sounds downstairs and I rush out

towards the door without thinking. This is a closed-off estate, so what the hell is happening?

I open the bedroom door, wondering who the heck broke into my home just as the smell of blood and

wolfsbane hits me like a bag of bricks. I stop mid-step because blood and wolfsbane are never a good

combination.

¿Qué m****a?

I tiptoe back inside, grab one of the heavy books on the shelf and creep downstairs, knowing that

whoever has just broken in will get an encyclopedia to the face even if they attack me. There’s no way

I’m playing around with an intruder.

However, when I hear a groan and catch the faint whiff of sandalwood underneath the blood and

wolfsbane, the book drops from my hand with a thud. I shoot down the remaining stairs and see a

huddled figure laying on what’s left of the glass coffee table.

Relief and horror wash over me when I realize the huddled figure is the man I just had a filthy dream

about.

“Maxim?!” I exclaim and rush towards him, switching on the light and my haste to get to him.

Whatever is left of my heart crumbles when I see the state of the powerful Beta; bloodied, blue, flesh

torn in places and I can hear the silver searing his skin. I drop to my knees and cradle his head in my

hands, and his eyes flutter open and closed.

“Maxim, hey, Maxim!” I call, slightly shaking him and tapping his cheek. “What happened? Why didn’t

you go to the pack doctors?!”

He tries to open his eyes but they close again. “Can’t…can’t let Niko see… see me like….” he trails off,

breathing in between his words with a high-pitched wheezing. Even if that sentence isn’t completed, I

get what he’s trying to tell me.

I’ve cleaned the wounds of warriors back home plenty of times, so I’ll be able to tend to him once I

know what’s wrong. He doesn’t want Alpha Nikolaos to see him like this, so I’ll fix him up as best I can.

“Okay, but I need to tend to your wounds then,” I say and tentatively attempt to pull him to his feet.

“You’ll need to help me out here, Maxim. Let’s get you to your bedroom so I can help.”

Maxim groans as he sits forward, the wheezing in his lungs getting worse, but he manages to stand up.

“Lean against me,” I say and put his arms around my shoulders before we take slow steps up to his

bedroom.

“Xio…mara…” he murmurs, the way he’s saying my name feels like splinters in my heart. “I… I came

back… I need to… need to say-”

“Shh, save your strength, we can talk later,” I say as I continue with him up the stairs. As much as I

want to talk with him, I can’t right now.

I have never struggled to carry something in my life, and Maxim is literally deadweight against me as I

stumble up these stairs. He may not be bulky like the Alpha, but he definitely has the weight and

muscle of a powerful Beta.

When we eventually get to his bedroom, I lay him down on the bed and rummage through his bathroom

in search of the first aid kit. My hands won’t stop their incessant shaking when I find the kit, so I take a

deep breath and try to keep myself calm.

I can’t afford to make a mistake when Maxim’s life is on the line. He tended to me when those men

tried to sexually assault me, I needed to look after him as well.

Grabbing the kit and running out, I get to work by cutting away his clothing to get a better view of the

damage and my heart cracks when I remove his shirt. Pieces of flesh look like it’s been torn away by

sharp teeth, I see silver shrapnel sticking out of his skin and notice how purple they’ve turned from the

poison in his blood.

I glance up at his face and see the same shrapnel there, alluding to a silver shrapnel bomb exploding

close to him. What mission was he on to get hurt this badly?! It looks like he’s been to war and back!

Swallowing down tears and the heavy emotion clogging my throat, I remove every item of his clothing,

pick up the tweezers and get to work with removing the pieces of silver stuck in his body.

The fact that this man I’ve had sexy dreams about is naked in front of me does nothing for me right

now. I wonder if the other Gammas look this bad or is it only Maxim? They can’t look worse than him,

surely!

Hours. It took me hours to remove the silver shrapnel and bullets, wash and tend to the open wounds,

and stitch up the gashes all over his back and chest. He doesn’t make a noise the entire time, so I

know his wolf must have him under heavy sleep so his body can heal.

I haven’t seen him in three weeks, only for him to come back like this. If I doubted my decision to leave,

the way I am feeling now explains everything. I don’t want to leave Maxim… I don’t want to leave this

place, but I know it’s too late.

Gianna and I have gotten closer, too. Gods, we’ve all gotten closer over the past few weeks. I’ve made

friends here who feel like sisters but I’ll be forced to leave when my Pappa comes to get me.

It makes me sick to my stomach.

I’m only satisfied with my work when I can see his smaller wounds slowly healing and hear the

wheezing ease off in his lungs. His face is no longer scrunched up in pain and he once again looks

peaceful.

Naked and covered in bandages, but peaceful nonetheless.

Birds are chirping outside the window by the time I clean the last of the tools and I know that I need to

shower to get this blood off of me. But I am dead on my feet…

I sink to the floor next to the bed, unable to keep my eyes open any longer. Maxim should be out for a

few hours, so I can rest here and disappear before he even knows I cleaned him up and tended to his

wounds.