The Lycan Kingpin's Captive: A Baby For The Beast novel Chapter 4

“Alpha Nikolaos,” I call out and he stops just as he reaches the door. He doesn’t turn to face me, instead, he turns his head to the side. “If I had to say yes, how would this work? Would we have to-”

“No.” He says with finality. “We would artificially inseminate you during your heat cycle; I won’t touch you.”

He then walks out and I find myself letting out a breath I wasn’t aware I’d been holding. But would it make this easier knowing he won’t touch me? I never wanted children, I just wanted peace and now I might have to make the decision I am not comfortable with at all.

I wonder why he wants a child. He could probably choose a beautiful mafia princess as a concubine and have children with her, so why choose me? Come to think of it, he probably has hordes of women at his beck and call.

Then again, he mentioned that it would be easier to choose a nobody like me, so I don’t have a claim on the pup.

Not that I would want to after escaping afterward; well, not that I would be able to, anyway.

So, I need to decide if I want to go back to running or give my body to him for nine to ten months and then be free and happy. Argh, why is this so difficult for me? The answer should be obvious and yet my heart wavers

I vowed never to bring a child into this sick, cruel world but now a child could mean my freedom. Besides, that child would grow up with Alpha Nikolaos as a father and no place is safer than at a powerful Alpha’s side, right?

“Think with your head, not your heart, Mirabella,” I chastise myself. “You know you can do this. You know you have to!”

Swallowing deep, I close my eyes with my mind made up and pray to the Moon Goddess for forgiveness…wherever she might be.

***

He walks in with the same air as yesterday, dressed in black again and looking at me with a gaze that gives nothing away. In his hands, he’s holding a large black envelope, and before I answer, I take a deep breath.

“I’ll do it,”

Alpha Nikolaos was standing at the foot of the bed with one hand in his pocket, the other cradling that envelope. He takes two steps towards me and places the envelope in my lap.

“Read through the terms and conditions before signing your body over to me,” he simply says with no happiness in his voice. Didn’t he want this? Shouldn’t he sound happier?