All Chapters of Kidnapped By The Lycan Prince : Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

I don't know how long I sit curled up on the floor crying my lungs out, but my eyes feel sore and the tears that poured out in torrents have now slowed down.The door swings suddenly swings open and the scent of roses flood the room, wrapping around me, invading my senses.My fingers twitch at my sides. I don’t need to turn around to know that Caspian is the one strolling into the room.I wipe at my face quickly, dragging my sleeve over my cheeks, hoping—praying—I can erase any trace of the tears. My heart pounds as I frantically brush at the puffiness under my eyes, willing them to return to normal.I don't want to seem pathetic. I can't let him see me broken down like this. "You didn’t come in early," he says.His voice is smooth, but there’s something underneath it—something sharp, something unimpressed."I had to go without breakfast today," he continues, walking towards his desk.I hear the familiar clink of metal against wood as he empties his pockets. His wallet, his phone. T

The halls are dimly lit, the soft glow of the lanterns casting elongated shadows against the stone walls as I make my way to the kitchen. It’s been a month since I learned the truth about my parents, a month of carrying the unbearable weight of that knowledge alone. Each passing day has been a reminder of the rage festering inside me, the need to do something about it, to find the proof I need. But planning and acting are two very different things, and right now, all I have is a desperate plan.I have to return to Moonhaven.The only way to uncover the truth is to go back, to dig through the past, to search for whatever evidence I can find. But I haven’t told Cassidy yet and I don't think I will until I've gone through with it. If I did, she’d try to stop me. She’d say it’s too dangerous, that it’s not my fight, but she’d be wrong.This is my fight.I take a shortcut through the hallway that overlooks the garden, intending to get to the kitchen faster, but something makes me pause

“Such good taste you have, my Prince,” I say, my voice dripping with sarcasm as we pull up to the motel. The building is dull and unimpressive, the word *Motel* spelled out in flickering neon letters on a sign. The *O* is burned out, leaving the sign to read *M tel*. A few rundown cars are scattered across the lot, and a handful of humans loiter around, their voices carrying through the night air. Our car, a sleek black Audi, is by far the fanciest thing here, and it doesn’t take long for us to draw attention.As we step out of the car, the smell of cigarettes and beer hits me like a wall. It’s a familiar scent, one that reminds me of Rowan on late Friday nights back when I was a kid. He quit smoking years ago, but the drinking never stopped. The memory makes my stomach twist.“We need to stay low,” Caspian mutters, his voice low as he scans the area. “The last thing we want is all the packs being alerted of my presence outside Goldencrest. Your uncle would be expecting us if that

The trees blur past us as we drive down the winding road to Moonhaven, their green leaves a streaky haze against the bright blue sky. The air conditioning hums softly in the car, circulating Caspian’s spicy, rosy scent, which somehow manages to be both comforting and unnerving at the same time. My eyes flicker to the vague figures I catch in the woods as we speed by—wolves, probably, patrolling the borders. My stomach twists at the thought. This place was my home for twenty-one years. But it was also the place where I was abused, where my mate rejected me, and where my parents were killed. And now, I’m back, walking straight into the lion’s den.I glance at Caspian, his sharp profile focused on the road. His grey eyes are narrowed, his jaw set in that familiar, determined way. He’s calm, collected, but I can feel the tension radiating off him. He knows what we’re walking into. He knows the risks. And yet, here we are.The car slows as we divert from the highway onto a dirt road t

"Why did you say that?" I ask as we walk back to the car.The path is uneven, pebbles crunching under my shoes. The air is thick with tension, but I’m not sure if it’s coming from me or from him. My heart still hammers from what just happened back there. From hearing Rowan speak about me like I’m a stain on his pack. From Caspian standing up for me like it was the easiest thing in the world."Say what?" His voice is deep, casual, as if he doesn’t already know."That we're mated.""Aren't we?" He casts a glance down at me, his face unreadable, his tone final. Like he’s already done with this conversation before it even starts."No we're not. You'll be mated to Eden. Your parents have decided it," I want to say, but the look in his eyes tells me he's not ready for smart replies.I look away, pressing my lips together. I don’t know what I expected him to say. I don’t even know why I asked.We reach the car in silence. People pass by, throwing me glares, but they don't last long. The mo