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Chapter 127: Delilah's POV
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Kidnapped By The Lycan Prince    Chapter 128: Caspian's POV
The scent of blood lingers thick in the air, mixing with the damp earth beneath my boots. The moon barely cuts through the thick canopy of trees, casting long shadows over the fallen bodies. Their lifeless forms lie sprawled across the ground, the fight drained from them. It was over fastâtoo fast. Three rogues, dead before they even had a chance to scream. Itâs not satisfying. Itâs just... work.Ethan nudges one of the corpses with his boot, his expression bored. "Well, that was disappointing," he mutters, his voice dripping with sarcasm. "I was hoping theyâd at least put up a decent fight. Maybe throw a punch or two. But no, they just flopped over like dead fish. Pathetic."I wipe the blood off my blade, watching as the crimson soaks into the dirt. The forest is quiet now, the only sound the rustle of leaves in the wind. "They werenât fighters," I say, my voice even. "Just scouts. Testing the borders. Seeing how far they could push before we pushed back."Ethan scoffs, stepping
āļāļĢāļąāļāļāļĢāļļāļāļĨāđāļēāļŠāļļāļ : 2025-03-01Kidnapped By The Lycan Prince    Chapter 1: Delilah's POV
"He can't mate with this. Not my only pup!" Olivia, the mother of my mate, Darius, sneers, her brown eyes flickering with disgust as she yanks his arm from my grasp.We're in the clearing not so far from the pack house where mating ceremonies are held, with the moon hanging over us like a dull bulb, casting long shadows over her face and making her look more menacing than she usually is."Heck, she can't mate anybody," someone else says from somewhere behind me.Darius begins moving away from me, and I instinctively reach out to try to stop him, but he's too far from my grasp.Around us, the pack stands in the clearing, their eyes glinting with satisfaction in the harsh silver light of the full moon."Darius..." I whisper, reaching out to him still, but his face hardens."Youâre nothing but the packâs shame," he says, his voice cold and cutting. "The daughter of a woman who threw away her destiny for a human.""Do you have to remind me? She loved him and that's all thatâ""Look where
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"Let me go!" I yell, thrashing against his iron grip as he drags me out of the car.The car has finally stopped and we find ourselves somewhere I definitely don't know. I have never been out of my pack walls before, so for all I know, I just might be in a new universe.So many questions passed through my head during the lond drive.Who is he?Why did he save me?Did he save me?What are his intentions with me?Anytime I tried to voice them out, all I got was a low growl, so I came up with this silly idea of keeping quiet and protesting when the car finally stopped.Well...here I am, flailing my arms around, hoping that they move too fast for him to grab on each one.The cool night air rushes against my face, but all I can focus on is his unyielding strength. My feet barely touch the ground before he lifts me effortlessly, throwing me over his shoulder like a sack of feathers."Put me down, you lunatic!" I beat my fists against his broad back, squirming to break free.He doesnât even
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My heart hammers against my ribs as the girl sweeps into the room, her green eyes sparkling with an energy that clashes with the chill in the air. "Come on," she says, flicking her wrist. "Let's get you sorted before breakfast. No one will take you seriously looking likeâĶ that."I scowl, crossing my arms. "Like what exactly?"Her lips twitch into a smirk as her gaze travels over my wrinkled clothes and disheveled appearance. "Like someone who wrestled a bear and lost."Before I can snap back, she strides forward, pulling me by the wrist with surprising strength. "We don't have time for sulking. Prince Caspian's schedule is tighter than a wolf's grip on its prey. Oh, and the name's Cassidy and I'm your proxy for the time being."I wince, not at the words but at the way her firm grip presses against my bruises. "Can you not yank me around like I'm some doll?"She shoots me an apologetic glance but doesn't slow down. "Sorry, but we've got to move. AndâĶ" She gives me a once-over. "We're
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My mother...There's no place I go that I can escape her memories. Not even Goldencrest.My heart clenches at the mention of her. When she was alpha means before she met my dad. Before she risked it all for me. "She's been dead seven years.""I know that," he nods. "Why were you outside your pack's borders?"My voice trembles, but I hold my ground. "It's complicated, but I wasn't with the rogues. I just left my pack last night."He tilts his head, a hint of a smirk playing on his lips. "If you were running away from your pack, doesn't that then make you a rogue?"His words echo in my head, the accusation sharp and cold. My breath catches as his gaze locks on mine. Heâs cornered me, and he knows it.I had never thought of it like that, and the embarrassment of this takes root in my head.A wave of anger bubbles up, unexpected and fierce, as I stalk closer to him. "Would you have stayed in a pack that treated you like garbage?â I snap, the words spilling out before I can stop them.His
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The early morning air in Goldencrest smells like pine and fresh dew, but I barely notice it as I pace my room. My stomach twists with nerves, my mind racing. I keep replaying the instructions I was given yesterday. Be in the kitchen by 6:30. Follow your schedule. Donât mess up. Easy enough, right?I finally step out into the hall, clutching the strap of my apron like itâs a lifeline. The corridors are wide, grand even, but they feel suffocating. My footsteps echo, drawing my attention to how alone I am. As I walk, I pass a few pack members, all focused on their tasks. A young woman with her arms full of linens brushes past me without even a glance.Itâs strange. No one stares. No one whispers. No one even acknowledges me. Back home, being wolfless was my identityâmy shame. Here, itâs like Iâm invisible.I reach the staircase that leads down to the kitchen when a familiar voice echoes down the hallway.âMove faster, we donât have all day.âMy stomach tightens. Prince Caspian.I gla
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I wake up to the discomfort of my neck twisted at an odd angle. Groaning softly, I blink my eyes open and realize Iâm still sprawled on Cassidyâs couch. The dim light of the bedside lamp casts a soft glow around the room, making the shadows and dark corners more amplified. My gaze drifts to Cassidy, fast asleep on her bed, her blonde hair splayed across her pillow like golden threads. The bedside clock reads 2:45 a.m.Rubbing the sleep out of my eyes, I sit up. My body aches from the dayâs labor, and my legs feel as heavy as bricks. I shouldâve left earlier, but Cassidy wouldnât stop talkingâor at least pretending not to talkâabout Ethan. It was oddly amusing how much she tried to downplay her feelings for him. The way her cheeks flushed at the mere mention of his name said it all. I smile at the thought as I stretch and stand, careful not to disturb her.Itâs quiet as I tiptoe out of her room and into the hallway. The soft hum of the estate at night is oddly calming, but the sil
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A sharp pounding jolts me from sleep, echoing through my room like a battering ram against the door. My heart leaps into my throat, and Iâm already scrambling out of bed before my groggy mind can register whatâs happening. The pounding grows more insistent, and I stumble toward the door, still half-asleep. âWho is it?â I call out, my voice hoarse from sleep. The scratchy sound of it is uncomfortable, and it makes me clear my throat to ease the feeling. Thereâs no response, just another round of banging. I twist the handle, opening the door, and before I can even see who it is, a small hand latches onto my arm and yanks me forward with surprising force. âWhat theââ I start to protest, but Iâm cut off by the sight of a petite girl, younger than me, her wild eyes burning with urgency. Her grip is iron-clad, far too strong for someone of her size, and I wince as her fingers dig into my wrist. âHey! Whatâs going on?â I demand, stumbling as she pulls me down the hallway. S
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Kidnapped By The Lycan Prince    Chapter 128: Caspian's POV
The scent of blood lingers thick in the air, mixing with the damp earth beneath my boots. The moon barely cuts through the thick canopy of trees, casting long shadows over the fallen bodies. Their lifeless forms lie sprawled across the ground, the fight drained from them. It was over fastâtoo fast. Three rogues, dead before they even had a chance to scream. Itâs not satisfying. Itâs just... work.Ethan nudges one of the corpses with his boot, his expression bored. "Well, that was disappointing," he mutters, his voice dripping with sarcasm. "I was hoping theyâd at least put up a decent fight. Maybe throw a punch or two. But no, they just flopped over like dead fish. Pathetic."I wipe the blood off my blade, watching as the crimson soaks into the dirt. The forest is quiet now, the only sound the rustle of leaves in the wind. "They werenât fighters," I say, my voice even. "Just scouts. Testing the borders. Seeing how far they could push before we pushed back."Ethan scoffs, stepping
Kidnapped By The Lycan Prince    Chapter 127: Delilah's POV
The market square is bustling, the air thick with the scent of fresh bread and ripe fruit. I weave through the crowd, my basket swinging at my side, when I see him. Darius. My heart skips a beat, then plummets. Heâs standing by the fountain, his dark hair catching the sunlight, his posture relaxed and confident. But itâs not just him. Thereâs a girl beside him, her laughter ringing out like a bell, too loud, too close. Sheâs beautiful, with black curls and a smile that seems to stretch too wide. Theyâre leaning in, heads almost touching, and my chest tightens.I shouldnât care. Weâre not officially mated yet, but weâre fated. Heâs mine, and Iâm his. So why does it feel like a knife is twisting in my gut?His head snaps up, as if he senses me watching. Our eyes lock, and for a moment, the world narrows to just him. His lips curl into that familiar smirk, the one that makes my stomach flutter even when I know it shouldnât. He raises a hand, beckoning me over. My feet move before
Kidnapped By The Lycan Prince    Chapter 126: Delilah's POV
The dining hall hums with the clinking of silverware and the low murmur of conversation. The long wooden table is overflowing with roasted meats, steaming vegetables, and goblets of deep red wine that glisten under the flickering chandelier light. The air smells of rosemary and thyme, mingling with the faint metallic tang of the silverware. I move quietly around the table, refilling glasses and serving plates, trying to stay invisible. Itâs a skill Iâve perfected over the yearsâbeing unseen, unheard. But tonight, my hands tremble, my thoughts a chaotic mess.At the head of the table, Alpha Rowan, my uncle, commands attention effortlessly. His hard golden eyes sweep over the council members as he discusses pack resources, his deep voice cutting through the room like a blade. Heâs dressed in his usual dark tunic, the fabric tailored to perfection, the golden crest of Moonhaven embroidered on his chest. He looks every bit the Alpha, every bit the man who holds my fate in his hands.
Kidnapped By The Lycan Prince    Chapter 125: Caspian's POV
I sift through the files in my fatherâs royal study, the scent of aged parchment and oak filling the air. The fireplace crackles in the corner, casting flickering shadows across the dark walls lined with books of law, history, and the many conquests of Golden Crest. My fatherâs meticulous handwriting marks the margins of various documents, but one file catches my eyeâa thick, yellowed folder labeled 'Moonhaven Case'.I pull it out and flip through the contents, my brow furrowing with every page. Moonhaven. The wolf pack that somehow broke out of Golden Crestâs authority. A lawless land, untouched by the kingdom's rule. And yet, here it isâa case file, an unresolved issue, one that should have been dealt with ten years ago.I clench my jaw. How the hell did my father let this slide?I slam the folder shut and lean back in the chair, my fingers drumming against the polished wood of his desk. This is unacceptable. A pack operating outside of our rule is a direct threat to our sove
Kidnapped By The Lycan Prince    Chapter 124: Delilah's POV
The kitchen is hot, steam rising from the pots on the stove and clinging to my skin like a second layer. My arms ache from carrying the pail of milk, the weight of it pulling at my shoulders. Iâm not built for thisânot like them. My human body is weak compared to theirs, and the cook never lets me forget it.âHurry up, girl!â she snaps, her voice sharp as a whip. âYouâre slower than a snail in winter. Whatâs taking you so long?âI bite my tongue, forcing myself not to respond. Sheâs been scolding me all morning, even though Iâve been on my feet since dawn, scrubbing floors, peeling vegetables, and hauling supplies. Nothing I do is ever enough for her. âIâm sorry,â I mutter, setting the pail down with a thud. My hands are trembling, and I can feel the blisters forming on my palms. âIâll try to be faster.ââTry?â she scoffs, her hands on her hips. âYou should be doing, not trying. Useless, thatâs what you are. A human in a wolfâs world. What good are you?âI flinch at her words, but
Kidnapped By The Lycan Prince    Chapter 123: Delilah's POV
Theoâs room smells like himâlike rain and something faintly metallic, like the edge of a storm. Iâm on my knees, scrubbing at a stubborn stain on the wooden floor, my hands raw and stinging from the soap. The pack house is never clean enough for them, and neither am I. But Theoâs room is different. Itâs quieter here, softer. The walls are lined with books, and the bed is always unmade, like heâs just rolled out of it. I donât mind cleaning this space. It feels like the closest Iâll ever get to being part of something.The door creaks open, and I freeze. Heâs here. I donât look up, not right away. I keep scrubbing, even though my hands are trembling. I can feel his eyes on me, heavy and unreadable. âYou donât always have to do that,â Theo says, his voice low and steady. I finally glance up, and there he is, leaning against the doorframe, his arms crossed. Heâs wearing a dark sweater that makes his hair look even lighter, almost golden in the dim light. He sends me a small smi
Kidnapped By The Lycan Prince    Chapter 122: Caspian's POV
The grand hall of the estate is eerily silent, save for the steady click of my fatherâs polished shoes against the marble floor. He stands in front of me, arms crossed, exuding the usual 'I-am-your-father-and-you-will-listen-to-me' energy. My mother is beside him, a perfectly composed ice sculpture in a designer dress, her sharp grey eyesâour sharp grey eyesâassessing me with the usual judgment."You're in charge while we're gone," my father announces, his voice firm and unyielding, as if he hasnât already said this a hundred times.I donât respond immediately, my hands shoved into the pockets of my tailored jacket. Instead, I glance out the tall windows, where the late afternoon sun casts long shadows across the estate grounds. The weight of his words settles over me, heavy and familiar. "Iâm aware," I finally say, my tone low and measured.He raises an eyebrow, clearly unimpressed with my lack of enthusiasm. "This isnât a joke, Caspian. The rogues are becoming bolder. Theyâre not
Kidnapped By The Lycan Prince    Bonus chapter 121: Delilah's POV
(Before Goldencrest)The scent of pine and damp stone lingers in the air as I scrub the floors of the waiting area in the packhouse, the soapy water cool against my raw, reddened palms. The bristles of the brush scrape against the wooden planks, the repetitive motion soothing in a way that almost lets me forget where I amâwhat I am.Almost.Boots clunk against the floor, tracking dirt and grime over the freshly scrubbed surface. No one spares me a glance, no one acknowledges the work I do. Itâs expected of me, the human among wolves, the weakest link in a pack that prides itself on strength. Even if my mother was once Alpha. Even if my uncle is now the reigning one. None of that matters. Iâm nothing but an obligation, a stain they havenât yet scrubbed away.A shadow falls over me, and before I can look up, the metal bucket beside me clatters to the ground. Water spills across the floor, soaking into my pants, drenching the small space I just finished cleaning."Oops," a voice draw
Kidnapped By The Lycan Prince    Chapter 120:
The music swells around us, soft yet powerful, the perfect melody for a moment like this. My hand rests in Caspian's, and my other rests lightly on his shoulder as we glide across the ballroom floor. The golden chandeliers overhead bathe us in warm light, making everything shimmerâmy silver gown, the golden embroidery on Caspianâs regal suit, the crown atop his head, and the one newly placed upon mine.The ceremony was breathtaking, a moment forever etched in my soul. I was not just Caspianâs mate nowâI was his queen, standing beside him in every sense of the word. And now, at the reception, with laughter and celebration all around us, I finally allow myself to breathe, to feel the joy that tonight has brought.Caspian pulls me closer, his breath teasing my ear as he murmurs, âI have half a mind to steal you away from all these people.âI smile, tilting my head up to meet his gaze. âAnd risk the wrath of Cassidy? Sheâs spent a week planning this. I donât think even you, King of Gol
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