Annabelle Writes

Delilah Rivers, a half-human outcast in the Moonhaven Pack, faces constant ridicule for her inability to shift. Rejected by her mate and burdened by her mother’s forbidden union, she flees her pack, only to be captured by Prince Caspian of the Goldencrest Pack, who mistakes her for a rogue. Caspian soon discovers she is not only the niece of Alpha Rowan but also his mate, though Delilah’s human heritage prevents her from sensing their bond.

At Goldencrest, Delilah’s fiery spirit clashes with Caspian’s arrogance, even as their attraction grows. Determined to prove her strength, Delilah uncovers her uncle’s dark secrets, including his role in her parents’ deaths and a conspiracy involving Lucian, Caspian’s vengeful brother. As Delilah’s dormant powers awaken, she becomes key to uniting the fractured packs.

Betrayed by her cousin Theo and doubting her place in the werewolf world, Delilah finds solace in her love for Caspian. When rogue attacks escalate, she shifts into a wolf for the first time, severing her human side to protect the packs. Theo redeems himself through sacrifice, while Delilah defeats Lucian, securing peace.

Emerging as the new werewolf queen alongside King Caspian, Delilah’s bravery transforms her from a ridiculed outcast to a celebrated leader. She regains her human side, finding balance and a brighter future with Caspian by her side.

Kidnapped By The Lycan Prince

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. 


Chapter 38