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

My brother saunters into my office with his hands in the pockets of his slacks; an Ioannides trait. The same face, same color eyes, mannerisms, and cruel streaks but even as we are spitting images of one another, there are major differences.

For one, we both have tattoos right up to our necks, but they differ in designs. Bastien wasn’t tormented like I was and he experienced true love once upon a time. Where I suffered trauma at a young age, he experienced it later in life.

He pours us each a glass of whiskey, then gestures for me to join him over by the leather sofas.

“So, what were you going to call me about?”

I take the glass and shake my head. “Before you even ask that, why are you here? Is Sin City getting boring?”

He chuckles, crossing one leg over the other knee. “On the contrary, business is booming. But my reason for visiting is to ask if you’re hoping to part with Alpha Kinnead’s sword.”

“You want to place it at the auction?” I ask, and he nods. “Then, by all mean, take the fucking thing.”

“Thanks, little brother,” he says, calling me by that berating name again. “So now that my question is answered, it’s your turn. You never call for trivial things, so come clean.”

I hate the way both Maxim and Bastien know me so well. The poker face I pride myself on gets shattered within seconds.

Sighing, I lean forward and brace my elbows on my knees while cradling the glass. “That surrogate of mine turned out to be an illegitimate Cotroni heir.”

Bastien’s eyes grow wide. “How? Giovanni’s children are all dead…” he trails off as it sinks in. “Cecilia?”

“The very one. But that’s not all…” Everything that Mirabella told me, I now confide in Bastien, including Maxim’s preposterous idea of marrying her and making her my Luna, so I can rule over

gets up to refill our glasses and

says as he hands me my refilled

can’t be serious,” I exclaim. “You both

The SilverCrest mating ceremony does not call for a

entirely forgotten that.

“It…makes no difference-”

while grinning at me. “You have an entirely different look in

annoyance,” I say, rolling my eyes, but

the man who we owe our Alpha lineage

A marriage to Mirabella means…she has to stay

bridge of my nose. “Bastien, I cannot have her,” I say

do not want to answer. “What is so wrong with pretending

answers for me, but thankfully only I can hear. He’s the other half of me, so naturally, he

cannot admit it; I am

before breathing

now. I have never cared for anyone else outside my pack, never thought of another’s well-being, so what makes

her even after knowing Mikhail has had his way with

good of the pack, you know this. They come first, before anything else,” he says with a weary sigh. “We have a responsibility to protect them and if that

right. There’s a reason he’s a