All Chapters of Kidnapped By The Lycan Prince : Chapter 101 - Chapter 110

I sit on the edge of Caspian’s bed, staring at the darkening sky through the massive windows. The deep hues of violet and burnt orange bleed into the horizon, mirroring the turmoil inside me. My fingers grip the plush comforter as my heartbeat drums a steady rhythm against my ribs.Any moment now, the King and Queen will announce my mating to Caspian—to the entire pack officially.So if anyone was hoping that it was a fluke or that the king and queen would never permit it, tonight is going to be solid proof that it's real.That it's happening.I will become the future Queen of the Lycans.Aries hums in amusement, his presence a warm, golden hum in my chest. "Queen Delilah. Has a nice ring to it, doesn’t it, sweetheart?"I scoff. "That’s what you’re thinking about right now?""Oh, forgive me for reveling in our victory. Should I be gnawing my nails like some weakling over whether these royal mutts accept you?" He stretches lazily. "Because, frankly, I couldn’t care less. We won, darl

The air in our chambers is warm, carrying the lingering scent of firewood and the faint scent of Caspian’s cologne. The grand feast in our honor had stretched late into the night, and though my body is exhausted, my mind is far from settled.Caspian shuts the door behind us, locking out the world. His silver eyes flick to mine, dark with something unreadable. Power lingers in the room, the weight of the King’s decree still settling in my bones.Princess Delilah.The title feels foreign, like a crown that doesn’t quite fit."You’re quiet," he murmurs, stepping closer. "Too quiet."I shrug, toying with the jeweled pin in my hair. "I suppose I’m still processing."Caspian smirks, tilting his head. "Processing the fact that you’re no longer an outcast? That you’re royalty now?"I roll my eyes. "That, and the fact that half the Lycans who once wanted me gone are now swearing loyalty to me like it’s the most natural thing in the world."He chuckles, reaching for my hand. His touch is warm

The waiting area is dimly lit, the air thick with unspoken tension. Cain sits in one of the leather chairs, legs spread wide, arms draped over the armrests like he owns the place. His smirk is lazy, arrogant, completely unbothered by the enforcers stationed around him.They stand like statues, unmoving, but I can see the way their eyes track his every breath. They know what he is. What he’s capable of. The two rogues with him sit on the ground, engaged in a casual muted conversation. Theo is missing from the group.Caspian and I watch from a distance. He hasn’t spoken much since we got back. His gaze is fixed on Cain, silver eyes unreadable.“I don’t like this,” I murmur, crossing my arms.Caspian sighs, rubbing the bridge of his nose. “Delilah—”“I mean it,” I cut in. “Something feels off.”He turns to look at me, exhaustion clear on his face. “You’re exhausted. You should go back to bed.”I scoff. “Yeah, because I can totally sleep while Cain is sitting there like the world’s smug

I step out of the waiting area, my heart still steady but my mind spinning. The weight of Aries' power lingers in the air, crackling like a storm that hasn't fully passed."Did you see them?" Aries hums in my head, practically purring with satisfaction. "The way they dropped like dead leaves in a winter storm? And I barely even touched them."I roll my eyes. "Barely?""Mmm," he muses, stretching lazily within my consciousness. "That was less than five percent of my power, sweetheart. Just a little nudge."I pause mid-step, eyebrows shooting up. "Five percent?""Five," Aries repeats smoothly. "The rogues are barely more than skin and bone. Their bodies are weak, their spirits even weaker. Of course, they fell apart." He scoffs. "But did you see the enforcers? The well-fed, highly-trained Lycans? They looked like they were about to crumble, too. Imagine if I had used even ten percent. It would’ve been a massacre."A laugh bubbles up before I can stop it. "You’re impossible.""No, darlin

The tension in the grand hall is suffocating, a thick, oppressive weight that presses down on every soul present. The air is heavy with the scent of fear, determination, and the faint metallic tang of weapons being readied. Every face holds a different shade of emotion—some pale with terror, others set in grim acceptance, and a few burning with fierce resolve. The entire pack is here, gathered in the heart of the estate, waiting, listening. The silence is deafening, broken only by the occasional shuffle of feet or the clink of armor.Caspian stands at the center of it all, his presence commanding the room like a storm waiting to break. King Damon stands to his right, his regal bearing unshaken despite the gravity of the moment. To Caspian’s left is Queen Rhoda, her sharp eyes scanning the crowd with a mixture of sorrow and steel. Beside them stands Ethan, his broad shoulders squared, his jaw clenched tight. Together, they form an unyielding wall of authority, but the weight of t