The Lycan Kingpin's Captive: A Baby For The Beast novel Chapter 1

I don’t know how long I’ve been running for, but I can no longer feel the soles of my feet. My sides ache from trying to breathe with fractured ribs, one side of my face is bruised and the silver bullet they shot at me grazed my upper arm.

Beaten, bloody, and running for my life in the thick snow.

Turning my head, I look behind me to see if I’ve lost my assailants only to see one of them raise their arm. The black Beretta glistens in the sunlight and I zigzag again so the wolfsbane bullet simply grazes my leg and I stumble.

Regaining my footing, I only see in front of me and continue running ignoring the way my foggy breath is hindering my vision.

“Nowhere to hide, little Omega whore! The boss has big plans for you after what you did!” one of them calls out and it motivates me to run even faster.

I need to push past the pain and freezing cold to get to safety; I can’t suffer under the thumb of that abusive monster for another second. I would rather die than go back there!

Quickly, I twist my body and raise my own weapon above my head. Three shots and I hear one of them grunt and hit the floor. Yes!

In front of me, I see a hill and continue to run, hearing the sounds of honking cars and people. My route was correct, I made it into the city! It’s a week before the Moon Goddess Solstice, the perfect time to escape them in a bustling crowd. They won’t be able to find me in the market up there!

With my breathing ragged and lungs burning from the cold, I clutch my side and taste blood in my mouth while ignoring the burning pain of my bloody feet and open wounds.

My healing isn’t kicking in because of the wolfsbane bullets, hopefully, I can find an alley so I can allow my body to heal. Catching a glimpse behind me again, I now see three assailants and pick up my pace.

Freedom is a few more steps away, I cannot let it go!

Heaving myself up, I run into the crowd and ignore the looks I’m getting. My would-be kidnappers won’t shoot here, but they’ll chase me until they eventually catch me and drag me back to that monster.

If I’m lucky, one of these people might help me, but I have given up on human or shifter kindness a long time ago. The day my father sold me to this man, he signed my death warrant.

I was nothing but one of his bastard children, anyway - the Omega child of an Omega mistress made to sweeten the deals of his predatory friends.

Mafia princesses are usually treated like royalty, but I’m just an Omega mafia bastard.