All Chapters of The Alpha Kingpin's Fixation: Auctioned To The Enemy: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

BastienMy office is usually a fortress of solitude, far removed from the chaos and obligations that come with being both Alpha and Kingpin of Las Vegas. But today, the leather chair seems more like a throne of thorns, each prickle a reminder of the enigma that is Anya.I can’t even bring myself to walk into my office, can’t bear to see the questions on her face about Valeria this morning.She’s on my territory, in my home, answering my damn phones, and yet she feels miles away, unreachable. I can hear the soft clicks of her typing, the hushed conversations as she answers the switchboard. Each sound is a taunt, a dare for me to come out and face whatever the hell is happening between us.But I don’t. I fucking can’t.I replay the events of last night’s dinner, then this morning. Her squirming at the dinner table, the way her body relaxed when I stroked her hair. Christ, even the way her tongue curled around my finger, how she sucked the digit without being prompted… Fuck, I need to f

BastienI’ve been pacing the room for the last two hours replaying the scene from last night over and over in my head. Everything in me is screaming how much of a fucking mistake this is, that I should just step back and not get too tangled up in Anya.But now that I’ve kissed her, now that I know what her submission literally fucking tastes like, I can’t. There’s no point in me trying to deny the fact that I want her, in every fucking way possible.“Man the fuck up,” I grumble under my breath and breathe out a sigh. I have to face this head on, there’s literally no backing out now.So, after a shower where I willed myself to not think about her and failing, I head to my walk-in to get ready for the day. What will her answer be when I walk inside the office, I wonder? I understand if she’d rather not go down that road with me, but just the thought alone has me feeling empty. I crave her submission the more I think about her, and it’s driving me fucking insane.After another deep brea

AnyaThe clock on the wall ticks mockingly, its steady rhythm contrasting sharply with the erratic beating of my heart. It’s past midnight, and the penthouse is cloaked in a silence that’s louder than any noise. I’ve paced the length of the plush carpet in the living room so many times I’ve lost count, each step a testament to the anxiety gnawing at me.Bastien told me to stay away from the windows—just in case. The gravity of those words is not lost on me, hinting at the danger that lurks in the darkness of the city below. But my fear is not for myself or even for the secret that I’ve guarded so fiercely. It’s for Bastien—the man who has, against all odds, become the eye of my storm.Swallowing deeply as curiosity takes over, I peek outside hoping to see something, but not even the full moon shows me what I need to know.My father sent people here, I know it. It’s been weeks since I’ve gone missing in a city that belongs to his enemy. It bothers me that he’s taken so long to look for

BastienI stand alone in the aftermath of the full moon, its madness now just a lingering echo in my blood. The morning light seeps into the penthouse, casting a pale glow that does little to lift the weight from my shoulders. It’s the day after the nonsensical attack on Red Diamond, my casino—a battleground that saw no real battle, a storm that was all fury and no rain. The silence of the aftermath is a stark contrast to the chaos that rattled within me just hours ago.My focus is razor sharp, a necessary edge to slice through the confusion left by Popov’s half-hearted assault. It reeks of a feint, a misdirection, and it’s got me clawing for answers I’m not sure I want to find. The Russians have been silent for too long; I knew they’d come, but like this? It’s unlike Popov, and that unsettles me.I don’t fucking get it.Andrej approaches with a grim set to his jaw. He’s got the rundown, a detailed report of the ‘attack’—if you could even call it that. Barely a handful of men stormed

BastienThe city unfolds before us, a concrete jungle where every street is a vein, every towering building a sentry of my domain. I feel the pulse of it beneath my feet, the rhythmic lifeblood that syncs with my own heart—a heart that’s become far too susceptible to the woman at my side.Anya. Even her name has become a talisman in my mind, a charm that’s supposed to bring luck but instead brings a sweet, searing chaos.Her presence throws me, makes me feel shit I’ve got no business feeling. But today, I’ve got to put on a show, make it crystal clear to anyone with eyes on us that she’s under my protection. I keep my hand firm on her waist, a silent, snarling challenge to any man who dares to even think of laying a finger on her.“Stick close,” I murmur, my voice low enough that only she can hear. “This isn’t just for show. It’s for your safety.”She nods, a slight tilt of her chin that tells me she understands more than she lets on.“Are you always this... territorial?” Anya’s voice