The Alpha Kingpin''s Fixation - Excerpt


    -Anika/Anya-


    The blinding lights of the stage hit me even harder than my captor did an hour ago. All eyes are on me


    as I stand in nothing but a low-cut chiffon dress, barefoot, and with a face full of makeup to cover my


    cuts and bruises.


    “Don’t do anything to her face, assholes!” one of my captors had said, but the damage had been done.


    All because I had been too out of it to notice what had been done to me… What they would still do to


    me.


    Inded in Las Vegas yesterday, ready to celebrate my 21st birthday with a few close friends.


    Everything was perfect until we reached our final hotel bar crawl. We ordered sses of champagne,


    and when I got up to head to the bathroom, a hand mped around my mouth, and darkness took me


    before I could scream for help from Liev, my personal guard.


    Guards, you ask? Well, my name is Anya Popov, and before my abduction, I was the only daughter of


    a Russian Alpha Pakhan - a mafia princess for a better term. The only difference is I’m human - a w


    to a great man like my father. But he loved me nheless.


    My eyes adjust to the bright light and scan the crowd as they all hungrily look up at me. Apart from the


    dingy backstage, the entire ce looks fancier than I expected, simr to an opera house, but it doesn’t


    ease up my anxiety at all.


    In fact, it makes me feel even worse because now I know these people have money—a lot of it.


    I spot primarily middle-aged to older men, and I can tell they’re all itching to get their hands on me. I’ve


    seen predatory nces before, and right now, I’m as safe as a newbornmb in front of a pack of


    hungry wolves, forck of a better term.


    Sweat trickles down my back, and my heart hammers against my chest as my predicament finally hits


    me; one of these people will purchase me to do with as they please, and there is absolutely nothing I


    can do about it.


    “This little princess has just turned 21; by the Goddess’ grace, she’s still a virgin!” My heart constricts


    as the MC talks to the crowd, eliciting favorable murmurs from them.


    What?! How could they have possibly known that I was still a virgin?! I swallow hard as an awful feeling


    settles in my heart - one of those disgusting goons possibly vited me.


    “She’s yours to do anything as you please as bidding starts at-”


    “What is the meaning of this?!” A deep male voice cuts through my captor’s introductions, and I flinch


    at the anger behind his tone. I look up, but even as the harsh lights block out his face, I can tell this


    man exudes power. “Get her off the stage right this instant!”


    My breath hitches in my throat when he grabs me by my forearm and pushes me behind him.


    Unweed relief settles in my bones; could this be my savior? Will I be able to leave?!


    “Apologies,dies, and gentlemen, but there has been a mistake. This little bird is not for sale as this


    auction does not permit the sale of humans or any supernatural creatures.” He says,manding the


    entire crowd with his voice, then motions with his hand for the MC to continue before pulling me off


    stage.


    Even as I shiver in fear, I can tell he’spletely livid. When I look down, I can see an intricate tattoo


    on the top of his hand, and something inside of me screams ‘Mafia,’ and that bit of relief gets snatched


    away.


    What will happen to me now that no one has bought me? Will this man kill me because I know of his


    ck-market auction?


    We stop in front of a room, and when he pulls me towards him, his heady, exotic cologne envelopes my


    senses before pushing me inside.


    “Don’t fucking move,” he warns before mming the door and leaving me alone in what looks like a


    backstage changing room.


    Once again, I didn’t even look up at his face before he left because I was terrified. This man seems to


    demand submission, even more so than my father back in Russia. I know that whatever he has


    nned for me can’t be good, so right now, I can do nothing but wait as my fate gets decided by an


    unknown man.


    I haven’t cried since those three men took me, but I can feel tears threatening to break the surface right


    now. I wrap my arms around my waist, and a shiver shoots up my spine. What is going to happen to


    me once he returns? Will my life be snuffed out even before it begins?


    “What the fuck do you mean?” I hear his voice on the other side of the door, and immediately my heart


    starts to pound even more. “Who the fuck gave you permission to sell a woman?”


    “Diavolos did; he assured me you would be okay with this since it is the fifth anniversary of the auction,”


    the voice of my second captor answers, and I subconsciously take a step back from the door. This is


    the violent one who pped me when I dared to talk.


    “Fucking Diavolos,” the other man growls, then sighs. “Fine, I’ll handle this. Tell him I will send 3 million


    for the girl and that this is thest fucking time he pulls a stunt like this.” He says. I can’t help but catch


    a faint ent in his tone, and it leaves me wondering who exactly this man is.


    Then something urs to me, and it is like a bucket of ice water is poured all over my body. This man


    has just paid 3 million for me…he owns me now.


    Just as I realize this, the door opens, and the man who now owns me walks in. I manage to look up into


    his face this time, and my heartbeat races even more. Even though he exudes power, he is


    breathtakingly handsome. He has dark hair, dark green eyes, and even though he’s wearing a suit, I


    can tell that his body could serve as a weapon.


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    He looks me up and down, and I feel as if I’m being appraised before he turns on his heel and walks


    out of the room. The intensity of his stare rendered me speechless, and as I was about to breathe out a


    sigh, my second captor walks in with a cocky grin stered on his face.


    “Aren’t you a lucky one?” he says, his Irish ent mocking me. “You now belong to the most powerful


    man in Sin City, congrattions.”


    I don’t know how lucky I should count myself, so I ask, “Who exactly is that?” The grin I get from him


    sends a disgusting shiver up my spine.


    “Your pussy now belongs to Alpha Bastien Ioannides, love,” he says, then cackles as he walks away


    without a care in the world.


    As if he just didn’t rip mine apart with that name.


    Alpha Bastien Ioannides - the name hangs like a trophy in my father’s mansion; thest Greek wolf


    pack he took out and insulted before leaving for Russia, and now I have just been bought by that very


    man.


    But how was he still alive when my father supposedly killed him? Was it simply pure bad luck that I


    ended up here?


    The only reason I know all of this is because my father gets a bit too chatty when he’s had one too


    many sses of Vodka. He always made me join him for a nightcap and revealed to me what he


    thought his most significant achievement was.


    The fall of the Ioannides SilverCrest pack and the subsequent ruination of I Ioannides before


    sending her back to her mate in pieces.


    How ironic that I should end up like this when my father brutalized Bastien’s wife and sent him a video


    afterwards? And how ironic is it that I might end up just like her?


    I sink to the floor, and yet still no tearse through my horror even though I know for sure that this


    man might just kill me if he has to find out who I truly am.


    Even if I had to lie and give him a different name, I am sure he has the means to figure out who I am. In


    that case, I am dead right after I leave this room.


    The door swings open again, and another man walks in. He’s wearing a three-piece suit, has long


    ck hair, and has the same air of intimidation around him as Bastien. Sighing, he looks bored as he


    gives me a once-over, then cocks his head to the side.


    “Come with me,” he says, then walks out again, expecting me to follow him.


    I blink, then get to my feet before another blow heads my way for not listening and stupidly follow after


    the man.


    I can still hear the MC and cringe thinking back to being on that stage underneath the hot, ring lights


    without knowing what would happen to me. By the looks on the faces of the men in the crowd, some of


    them would have loved to buy me for their sick fantasies.


    A disgusted feeling coils in my stomach at the thought, knowing that even though none of those men


    bought me, someone else did—someone who is much more dangerous than anyone in that crowd.


    As soon as I step out of the room, the long-haired man grabs my forearm and pulls me along with him


    to God knows where.


    You would think I would be used to being pulled around like this, but whenever an unknown man


    touches me, I feel like I want to vomit uncontrobly.


    After a few minutes, wee to a stop outside a barred elevator, and he keys in a long code. When


    the doors open, he pulls me inside and shoots me a sideways nce.


    “Fucking left babysitting,” he grumbles before the doors open, and I am once again pulled around. But


    this time, my surroundings puzzle me. Why am I in the living room of an expensive-looking hotel suite?


    “Mr. Ioaniddes will be up here to sort this shit out. Sit on your ass and wait for him,” the long-haired


    man says, and I can do nothing but wait for my death sentence.