All Chapters of Kidnapped By The Lycan Prince : Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

The door opens with a soft creak, and I glance up from where I’m curled on the bed, my fingers absently tracing patterns on the silk sheets.He’s back. I smile up at him and he pauses in his steps just long enough to return it with a fairly real one.I know the second he steps into the room—there’s a tension about him, a weight in his shoulders that wasn’t there this morning. His usually sharp, commanding presence seems dulled, as though he’s been at war with something he can’t quite conquer.I watch him silently as he crosses the room, shrugging off his jacket with a little more force than necessary, tossing it onto the chair by the desk. His expression is unreadable, but I know better.He’s worked up.“Long dinner?” I ask softly, sitting up a little, the sheets falling from my legs.He glances at me, and for a brief moment, the hard edge in his eyes softens. But then it’s back—the storm brewing behind his silver irises.“You could say that.” His voice is tight, clipped.He pulls a

The door clicks shut behind me as I step into the room, my mind still buzzing from the conversation with Eden. My grip tightens on the tray, and when I set it down on the table, the plates rattle loudly. I flinch at the sound, my irritation making my movements harsher than intended.But none of that matters right now.I rush to the mirror, my hands trembling slightly as I push my hair back, searching for what Priscilla pointed out earlier.And then I see it.A streak of silver-white cutting through my golden locks like a slash of moonlight.My stomach clenches.This isn’t normal.I tilt my head, running my fingers over the strands as if touching them will somehow make them disappear. But they don’t. They stand out in stark contrast against the rest of my hair.A lump forms in my throat. I’ve never heard of this happening to a human before. Twenty-one-year-olds don’t just wake up with silver hair. It’s unnatural.The sound of sloshing water pulls me from my thoughts.A moment later,

A soft hum fills the air as the clinic door swings open, and a familiar voice rings out, cheerful as ever.“Well, well, look who decided to finally visit me again.”I lift my head from where I’ve been resting against the examination table and find Brooke standing by the door, her hands on her hips, a bright smile stretched across her face.“Hey, Brooke,” I murmur, trying to sit up properly, but my body protests with a wave of exhaustion.She walks over with an easy grace, her brown eyes scanning me with mild concern. “You know, I was starting to think you were avoiding me,” she teases. “It’s been, what? A whole month since you were discharged? And not a single follow-up visit?”I open my mouth, scrambling for an excuse, but before I can get a word out, Cassidy beats me to it.“Oh, please,” she scoffs, crossing her arms. “You’re giving her too much credit, Brooke. Lilah is just stubborn. If I hadn’t dragged her here myself, she’d probably still be rotting away on that couch in the pack

The scent of warm broth fills the room, but I can’t bring myself to eat it. I can barely even look at it. The pain in my bones, the ache that’s consumed my body for the past four days, is enough to make even the simplest of actions unbearable. Yet Caspian is hovering over me, spoon in hand, determination written all over his face.“Please, just a little,” he begs, his voice soft but desperate. “You haven’t eaten in days, Lilah. You need your strength.”I shake my head, pulling the covers up to my chin, turning my face away from the spoon he’s trying to shove in my mouth.“I’m not hungry,” I mutter, my voice thin and tired.“You have to eat.” He doesn’t give up. “Just a bite. One bite.”“I said I’m not hungry,” I snap, my headache worsening with each word I speak. The pressure in my skull is unbearable. Every time I try to chew, the pain intensifies.He frowns, leaning in closer, his brow furrowed. “You’ve barely eaten anything in four days. Do you know how dangerous that is? You’re

I stand by the window, watching as the sun beats down on the yard. It's a bright, clear day, but the warmth of the sunlight doesn’t seem to do anything for the chill that’s creeping through my bones. The pain is back. It’s not as bad as before, but it’s there—lingering, pulling at my muscles and joints. I clench my fists, trying to ignore it, but it’s no use. It’s like the relief I felt was nothing more than a fleeting high, like a drug that’s now wearing off.I can't explain it. The moonlight on my skin last night... it felt like something I’ve never experienced before. Like it was part of me. It soothed the pain, but now? Now I’m left with the echoes of it, a dull throb that I can’t shake.I don’t want to stay here and stew in it. I need to get out, do something, anything to take my mind off the relentless ache. So I grab my coat and leave the room.I decide to visit Cassidy.She’s been living with Ethan, her mate, in their new home, and I haven’t seen her since the day my fever s