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

The sounds of monitors beeping rouse me from my sleep, but the sterile scent of a hospital is what makes my eyes shoot open. I have only ever been in a hospital once and that was to see my mother before she died, but I will never forget the smell.

Even on my worst days when Mikhail would punish me with a silver whip, he would never take me to a hospital to heal up. This can only mean one thing…I’m not where I’m supposed to be.

I sit up way too quickly and my head spins; my hand quickly flies to a throbbing head, but I don’t dare cry out. Showing something hurts you is the first sign of weakness and after everything I’ve been through, I am anything but weak.

The question remains; where the hell am I?

I remember running from Mikhail’s men, bleeding and bruised, but from what I can tell, I am mostly healed now. I ran into an alley and looked behind me, only to run straight into a brick wall.

No, that’s wrong; I ran into someone, a man with red Alpha eyes. He pushed me into an open door and saved my life. He didn’t need to help me, he could have just allowed those men to take me, but he chose to help me. Not only that, the man had a familiar face, someone I had seen before… who is he?

The more I think about it, the more fear creeps into my heart. I have no idea where I am, no idea if I am yet again being held prisoner. There might not be chains on me right now, but a closed door can be seen as a prison cell.

I swing my legs over the bed and get to my feet, only for a sharp pain to shoot up my leg and the left side of my ribcage. A low whimper escapes my lips, but I don’t scream; instead, I suck in a breath and try to walk a few steps.

freedom stops when the door opens and I freeze up, only to see a woman walk inside. She smiles at me and offers me a look of pity, one I’ve seen

let’s get you back into bed,” she

over to the glass

next to me. “How are you feeling?”

three straight gulps and feel out of breath. She takes the glass from my hand and waits for my answer, gently encouraging me

head hurts, and there’s pain all along the left side of my body. I can barely stand on my one leg, but my ribs seem to have healed, although they’re still aching,” I say, realizing that

were able to run from those people for so long when you should clearly have been dead,” she says, shaking her head and looking at me

I look confused, she smiles. “That means I’m going to give you a check-up to see how well you’ve healed and

she pokes and prods away at my body with odd instruments while she instructs me on what to do. She hums in approval whenever she seems to be

never had a check-up before. I’m sure if she had to look deeper she would see the healed scars on my back from the silver whip, the fact that my shoulder hurts on most cold nights due to the muscle there tearing over and over because

truly am; that I’ll take

happy to know you’re okay,” she says and is about to walk out when I

Who…is

man that sends all my alarm sirens ringing. Not