All Chapters of The Alpha Kingpin's Fixation: Auctioned To The Enemy: Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

BastienThe quiet hum of activity outside my office door contrasts sharply with the storm brewing within its confines. I sit behind my desk, the sprawling city skyline beyond acting as a silent witness to the thousands of thoughts racing through my mind.Anya is at the switchboard, her beguiling innocence and the shadow of guilt in her eyes are a jarring mixture. Her focus seems to be on the wires and lights, but I can tell her mind is miles away.I watch her, noting the furrow of her brow in concentration, the way she nibbles on her lip when she’s focused. There’s an innate grace to her, present even in the mundane tasks, that has ensnared me completely. But that grace is laced with a secret, one she clings to with hands trembling under the weight of her guilt.It’s been a week since we’ve started this thing between us, but something feels … off.I pick up my phone, the sleek device a lifeline to another who understands the burden of birthright—Niko. When he answers, the gravel in hi

BastienI pull up to Niko’s sprawling estate, the sun dipping below the horizon, casting long shadows across the grounds. As I step out of the car, my boots crunch on the gravel, and I take a deep breath, bracing myself for the night ahead. There’s work to be done, plans to be made, and a sense of urgency that has settled deep in my bones.I enter the house, the familiar scent of aged wood and history greeting me. There’s an undercurrent of tension in the air, a silent acknowledgment of the stakes at play. I make my way through the hallways, my steps measured, my senses alert.As soon as I get outside to the back garden, I see Niko’s wife sitting with a few other women I’m guessing are the Gamma brides. I’m actually quite taken aback at how content they all look, given that they’re all here because of arranged marriages. I walk out to greet them and see the surprise on their faces as they see me. Their eyes flit from me to behind me and when I turn around, I see my brother.“I was w

Bastien The air in the room thickens as Anya’s admission hangs between us. She takes a deep breath, and her words cut through the silence with a weight I hadn’t anticipated. “I’ve been hiding something from you,” she confesses, her voice laced with a mixture of fear and regret. She meets my gaze, her eyes searching for a reaction. I raise an eyebrow, urging her to continue, though a part of me already senses the storm brewing beneath the surface. “My full name is Anya Popov,” she reveals, each syllable landing like a lead weight in the room. The name echoes in my mind, sending ripples of anger and betrayal through me. Popov—a name synonymous with pain, vengeance, and the twisted fate that led me to this point. Niko suspected this, I have to get her DNA to prove it, for fuck’s sake and here she is… spilling her guts. “Why didn’t you tell me this before?” I demand, my voice a low, controlled growl. Anya takes a step back, her eyes wide with trepidation. “I... I kept it hidden beca

Anya The aftermath of the call with my father leaves me feeling hollow, like a marionette with severed strings. Bastien’s cold detachment reverberates through the room, and the warmth we once shared seems like a distant memory. The man I thought I knew has become a stranger, a master puppeteer manipulating the threads of this intricate game. I stare at the closed door, the echo of his disdainful words lingering in the air. “Good girl, Anya. You’ve played your part well.” The weight of those words settles in my chest, a heavy burden that threatens to suffocate me. As the minutes stretch into an eternity, I find myself alone in this luxurious but suffocating penthouse. The silence is deafening, broken only by the distant sounds of the city outside. A city that once held the promise of freedom and escape, now a labyrinth of betrayal and consequences. I move to the large window, gazing out at the glittering lights of Las Vegas. The city that never sleeps, much like the turmoil in m

AnyaMy heart leaps into my chest as I hear the sounds of gunshots not far off and I leap to my feet. A sliver of fear pierces my heart because I know for certain that this has to be my father attacking; it’s the only thing that makes sense.“Get to the bedroom,” Bastien orders me and when my head snaps toward him, I can see the tension rippling off his body so I immediately obey. Without hesitation, I leap to my feet, the chair scraping against the floor in my haste.I dart towards the bedroom, my movements fueled by a primal instinct for self-preservation. Bastien follows closely behind, his presence a solid reassurance in the midst of the escalating turmoil.The sounds of gunfire intensify, each shot a visceral reminder of the imminent threat that looms outside this bedroom. The door slams shut behind us, and I turn to Bastien, searching for answers in the lines of his determined face.“Is this my father?” I ask, already knowing the answer.Bastien doesn’t waste words; instead, he