Chapter 44: Caspian's POV

The moment I step into the hotel, an unsettling tension grips me.

It's an instinct, a primal warning deep in my gut—one I've learned never to ignore.

The lobby is crowded with Alphas and Betas, their scents thick in the air, a mix of sweat, cologne, and desperation. 

I barely register the greetings thrown my way, ignoring the eager glances from those who want my attention.

As a prince, I'm used to this—the whispered admiration, the forced smiles, the unspoken expectations.

But right now, I couldn't care less.

Something is wrong.

I stalk through the hallway, my steps quick and purposeful. By the time I reach our hotel room, my pulse is hammering, my Lycan pacing inside me.

I swipe the key card, the lock clicks, and I push the door open.

Silence.

The air feels… empty.

Delilah's scent lingers—caramel—but it's faint, lacking the warmth it usually carries. I scan the room, taking in every detail.