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

BITTERSWEET PART 1: GHOST AND GIANNA

Ghost/Divan

Gianna’s head rests against the tiled wall, and she tries to catch her breath. My cock is still inside of

her, loving the way her pussy is still twitching around me. The utter bliss coming from her mark has me

feeling the happiest I’ve ever been in…well, since before I left here.

Everything about this was perfect; from the way she came to me, went down on her knees for me to us

finally admitting our feelings to each other. I never thought I’d feel this happy, never thought I’d be

worthy of someone’s love like this.

She opens her eyes and I can see the contentment shining in them. A hint of a blush covers her

cheeks, and she bites her bottom lip. Content held by NôvelDrama.Org.

“I think we should clean up,” she says with a cute giggle. “Or I won’t be able to make that mac and

cheese you wanted.”

I chuckle and kiss her forehead, breathing out a long sigh. “Thank you, Gianna,” I say with my eyes

closed. Something tells me that I don’t even need to elaborate on what I mean, because she gives me

a look that explains it all.

We finish up in the shower, with Gianna going ahead and putting on only a tiny nightgown before

heading back into the kitchen. I watch her walk away with a smile on my face and slip on a pair of gray

joggers and no t-shirt.

I wish I could explain how different I feel after literally facing my demons while under that spell. The

closest I can get to is I feel…lighter, like a boulder has dropped from my back. I can breathe better and

think clearer.

You don’t realize how much your past trauma affects you until you let go of it.

She’s busy stirring something in a saucepan when I walk into the kitchen, so I lean against the door

and cross my arms while admiring her. This is my favorite thing to do by far; just watching her do

something she loves.

Beautiful is too much of a simple word to describe Gianna; she’s fucking exquisite.

“I can feel you staring, you know,” she says, turning her head to face me with a gorgeous smile. “See

something you like?”

I grin at this. “Hmmm, more like I’m seeing something I want to devour,” I say, walking over to her and

slipping my arms around her waist. “It’s not fair that I didn’t get to have a taste of you.”

“There’s plenty of time to taste me later,” she giggles, then gasps when I nibble on her neck. “Divan,

that’s…oh, that’s distracting me.”

I move my hands lower and loosen the belt around her nightgown, knowing she’s naked underneath.

Then I slip my hand in between her legs and run my finger down her slit, smiling when I feel how wet

she already is.

“Focus on what you’re doing, sweet girl,” I say, twirling my finger over her swollen clit while my other

hand pinches her pebbled nipples. Her breaths come in quick and she stands on her tiptoes while I

work her body into another orgasm.

It doesn’t take her long, either.

Gods, her moans and the way she breathes out my name will never get old. I let her ride out her

orgasm before turning her around and placing a gentle kiss on her lips. She smiles against my lips, and

I swear I’ve gone to heaven.

“By the way, when did you learn Turkish?” I ask, pulling away from her and raising my eyebrow.

When she told me she loved me in my language, my heart and love for her grew even more. No one

has ever put that much effort into something for me before; that’s how I know she’s not lying about her

feelings for me at all.

She bites her bottom lip and gives me a shy smile. “I took a few lessons while you were gone. Did I say

the words right?”

“Seni seviyorum,” I repeat her words and nod. “Yes, you did. Thank you.”

Nodding, the smile doesn’t drop from her face when she steps back from me and ties her nightgown

again. Then she grabs a tea towel and slaps me with it.

“Good, now please go out of my kitchen before neither of us eats,” she says, placing a hand on her

hips and cocking her head to the side.

I can’t help but smile at this, and hold up my hand in surrender and I walk away from her and sit down

on the stool at the kitchen island. It doesn’t take her long with the simple meal, and when she’s done,

she brings over two bowls for us.

“I didn’t know you liked this,” she says, putting it down in front of me. “You should tell me what other

foods you like so I can make them for you.”

“In due time,” I say, eating a forkful of the cheesy pasta and groaning at the delicious taste. “This has

been one of the dishes I’ve always wanted to try again, but could never bring myself to make it.”

My heart clenches as memories flood my mind and I shake my head because even as I feel sad, we

have had our good times together.

“Why is that?” she asks, frowning slightly.

“Aylin, Yara, and Miray; they were my younger sisters and the memory that comes with this meal…

used to be the only good one I had left,” I say, putting my fork down and breathing out a sigh as I recall

one of my best memories.

“I managed to steal a box of easy mac and cheese from a convenience store and cooked it for them

while my parents were out on another week-long drug binge. I’ve never seen them so happy to eat

something before and promised I would make it again,” I say as a wave of sadness crashes over me.

“But that was the evening before…”

Gianna takes my hand and gives it a squeeze. “You were the best big brother to them,” she says as her

eyes shine with tears. “You protected them the best you could, but you were only a boy fighting a man.”

I nod, because I know now that there was nothing else I could do being that young and fighting a man

in the middle of a psychotic episode. I’ve come to terms with that, and I think it’s why I’m so calm about

things now.

That boy did the best he could to protect his little sisters.

“Thank you for that. Now I’ll eat this in memory of them and one day…I’ll have you cook this for our

children,” I say and watch as she drops her fork with wide eyes.

“You’d…want children…with me?” she asks, incredulous, as if she can’t believe I would mention

something like this.

I take both her hands in mine and kiss them. “You’re my life now, Gianna; my Goddess and my queen.

Of course I want a family with you,” I say, squeezing her hands. “Nothing would make me happier than

seeing you pregnant with my child and raising them to be just as kind as you.”

“And to be brave like you,” she says as a tear slips down her cheek. “I would love that, Divan.”

“Thank you for being mine,” I say, kissing her hands again and breathing out a sigh. “Thank you for

loving me.”

“Thank you for allowing me to love you,” she answers, and I cup her cheek to wipe her tears away.

I guess I am worthy of a great love after all.

***

Gianna - Five Months Later

Every chance he gets, Divan rubs my swollen belly and gives me this look of utter pride that makes me

want to burst out in tears. Pregnancy hormones are something else, I’ll tell you!

“You’re going to make us late, Divan!” I say, slapping his hand playfully and he shoots me a sexy grin.

Luna Mia is hosting an Autumn Equinox party and dinner in her garden and we’re half an hour late

already. Divan can’t seem to keep his hands off me as my belly grows; I’ve never seen him like this

before.

Xiomara says it has to do with their wolf, that they’re overprotective of their pup because Maxim was

the same way. Luna Mia couldn’t say the same since Alpha Nikolaos is a Lycan, but she did mention

how overprotective he grew over time.

Divan grumbles and eventually walks us out of the house and towards the main pack house garden.

The other brides and Gammas will be here as well, but this time around, Alpha Bastien couldn’t make

it.

“Have you thought of names yet?” Divan asks again and I roll my eyes.

“I told you that will come with time. Right now I have to focus on not falling asleep at the drop of a hat,”

I say, chuckling. “Why don’t I leave the names to you, hmm?”

His eyes light up when I say this and I swear I fall even more in love with him.

“It would be an honor to name my children,” he says, pulling me close to him. “Thank you for leaving it

to me and trusting me.”

He hasn’t stopped thanking me for any small thing I do for him, and I know most people would find this

annoying. But I love it; knowing what he came from, I appreciate how he thanks me even if I don’t need

to be thanked.

“I love you,” I say, those words never growing old.

“And I love you,” he responds, taking my hand and kissing the back of it.

It’s nearly six pm, but the air isn’t chilly at all. In fact, it is quite warm this evening so I know Luna Mia

and Xiomara will have their children with them. Oh, Ares is the cutest little man and Xiomara’s Maxine

is so beautiful — I can see why Beta Maxim dotes on his little girl.

We reach the pack house gardens and notice that everyone is present already. Luna Mia sees us and

walks over to greet us with Alpha Nikolaos close behind.

“Did Divan not want to come out again?” the Alpha asks with a chuckle, and Divan practically beams

with pride.

“Just appreciating my wife and unborn child, sir,” he says while placing a hand on my belly. Alpha

Nikolaos nods and pats his shoulder before pulling him away from us.

I know he’s proud of how far Divan has come, but apparently, this has made him even more fearsome

on missions. He doesn’t stay away for months on end anymore, either.

“So, how are things?” Luna Mia asks as we walk over to the other girls. “Divan seems even more in

love than yesterday.”

“Oh, he’s like a puppy,” I giggle and wave to Eden, who has just spotted me. “But I couldn’t be happier;

this is everything I hoped for.”

Eden meets up with us just as I say this, and I see the longing in her eyes when she glances at my

belly. There’s still been no traction with her and Romano, which is really sad. Everyone else seems to

be happier with their partners, but not the two of them.

Wonder what it could be.

The dinner is a relaxing affair and when the full moon is above us at its crest; the men decide to go for

a run. There seems to be an odd current in the air, just as the moon crests, and I can’t pinpoint what it

could be.

Looking around at everyone else, it seems they are feeling it as well, but I shake it off when I see the

magnificent beast approaching me.

Divan’s large gray wolf huffs at me, its blind eyes looking at me with reverence before he takes off after

the others. Howls sound in tandem and they send shivers up my spine, knowing they’re the men who

are protecting us.

It also makes me feel a sense of pride knowing I have one of the strongest men at my side, who also

happens to be soft only for me.

“Gianna,” I’m snapped out of my reverie when Demi approaches me with wide, terrified eyes. “Can I

speak with you, please?”

I blink at how odd she’s acting and look around at the other women who don’t seem to pick up on

Demi’s anxiety. When I nod, she doesn’t even give me a second to respond before she pulls me toward

the forest.

“Demi, wait,” I say when we’re literally out of earshot of the others. “What is this about—”

“Something happened tonight,” she interjects, turning toward me. “When the moon crested…

something…”

I narrow my eyes at her, trying to understand what she’s talking about. “Did you feel the odd sensation,

too?”

She nods frantically and continues to pace the floor. “It wasn’t just an odd sensation to me, it was…it

felt like a string pulling me toward someone. I felt hot all over and my wolf just wanted to get me…to

him.”

I suck in a breath and my hand covers my mouth when her words start to make sense. Luna Mia

explained how and when you meet your mate and what she’s just described.

“Oh! Oh my Goddess, does Levi feel it too? Does he know?”

She stops pacing and stares at me; the heartbreaking look in her eyes crushing me. Why does she

look so guilty when her mate is—

“It’s not Levi,” I say, my eyes widening and I take a step towards her. “Demi, who is your mate?”

Demi bites her bottom lip and wraps her arms around her middle as if to comfort herself. Then I spot

the tears as she says the name of the person…the reason for her guilt.

“It’s Liam, Gianna…it’s Levi’s brother.”