All Chapters of Kidnapped By The Lycan Prince : Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

I walk through the streets of Moonhaven with my head held high, despite the weight of the aggressive stares pressing against me like knives.It’s almost laughable.They glare at me like I’m filth—like my presence here is an abomination.But then they look past me, and their expressions twist. Their gazes drop. They bow.Not to me though, but to Caspian who walks slower behind me.And just like that, their hostility shrivels into submission.They think I belong to him. They believe that I'll be their queen. The irony nearly makes me laugh, but I swallow the amusement.It wasn’t long ago that these same people made it their mission to tear me down, to remind me, over and over again, that I wasn’t enough. That I was weak. That I would never belong.But now?Now, they step out of my way.Now, they lower their heads.Now, they fear me...more like the idea of something I'm very far from, but who's going to tell them it's all a make believe?Definitely not me.Caspian finally stops as soon a

I pace the hotel room, my mind racing. Caspian isn’t here. After he dropped me off in the afternoon, he got a call to meet with the enforcers Goldencrest sent to a pack just north of Moonhaven. He won’t be back until late tomorrow, and the weight of what I overheard between Rowan and Theo presses heavily on my chest. I can’t just sit here and wait. I need to do something. I need to take matters into my hands or these criminals would be going scott free.Rowan won’t try to poison me like my mother—Theo made that clear. But if he’s working with the rogues, as he said, he’ll send one after me when he thinks I’m vulnerable. That’s my opening. That’s how I’ll get the proof I need.Before Caspian left, he handed me one of his phones and some cash, telling me to stay put and call him if anything happens. But I can’t just sit here. I have a plan. I’ll head back to Moonhaven on my own in the evening, making myself an easy target. I’ll record everything. If Rowan sends someone after me, I

The car speeds down the deserted highway, the tires eating up the miles between Moonhaven and Goldencrest. I don’t stop. I don’t slow down.The dashboard clock flickers—3:47 AM.The night stretches endlessly as I drive, my hands gripping the steering wheel so tightly my knuckles turn white. Delilah’s shallow breaths echo in the silence of the car, a constant reminder of how fragile she is. The mating bond between us is still fresh, still pulsing faintly with energy, but I know the hum of energy passing from me to her would soon slow down into the normal pace of a mating bond.And when it does, I fear it won't sustain as much as it's active now.If she were Lycan or wolf, it might have held stronger, but she’s human—beautifully, tragically human. And I have to make every second count.Goldencrest comes into view as the dashboard clock strikes 5:00am. The estate is quiet, eerily so, with only the enforcers patrolling the streets. Ethan spots my car immediately, his face a mix of relie

The clinic smells of antiseptic and fresh linen, a scent I’ve come to associate with fear, hope, and endless waiting.It’s been two weeks.Two weeks of sitting by her bedside, watching her chest rise and fall in a rhythm too steady, too fragile. Two weeks of waiting for her to open those sharp, knowing and beautiful blue eyes and tell me how ridiculous I look hovering over her like some worried mother hen.I need her to wake up.A gentle knock on the door pulls me from my thoughts. My mother steps inside, her presence warm but laced with the same unspoken worry I feel every second I sit here.She moves toward the bed, resting a delicate hand on Lilah’s forehead. "Still no change?" Her voice is quiet, almost hesitant, like she’s afraid saying it too loud will make it more real.I shake my head, swallowing the lump in my throat. "No. She hasn’t even twitched."She exhales slowly, fingers brushing against Lilah’s hand. "She’s strong, puppy. If anyone can fight their way back, it’s her.

The clinic is eerily quiet when I arrive, the kind of silence that feels heavy, like it’s pressing down on my chest. The fluorescent lights buzz faintly overhead, casting a cold, sterile glow over the empty hallway. My footsteps echo as I make my way to Lilah’s room, my heart pounding with every step. I don’t know what I’m walking into, but I know I need to see her. I need to know she’s still fighting.I round the corner and nearly collide with Caspian. He’s just stepping out of her room, his face pale and drawn, his clothes ruffled and his eyes hollow like he hasn't slept or eaten in days.Our eyes meet, and I glare at him, my anger flaring up all over again. But this isn’t the time for another argument. He been calmer these past weeks that Lilah has been down. I know he blames himself for it, hence why he lets me push him around the way I've been the past weeks.I grab his arm and pull him aside, my voice low and urgent. “Who else knows about the mating bond? Between you and Lil