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

I sit on the edge of Caspian’s bed, my fingers tracing the intricate patterns on the quilt. The room is quiet, save for the faint ticking of the clock on the wall. 


It’s been over an hour since he left, and the silence is starting to get to me. My mind wanders back to our earlier conversation, the way his voice had softened when he told me I wasn’t disposable. 


My heart does a little flutter at the memory, and I quickly push the thought away. He’d never feel that way about me. I’m just his maid, nothing more. 


A knock on the door pulls me from my thoughts. I frown, glancing at the clock. He wouldn’t knock on his own door, would he? 


I stand, smoothing out my skirt as I move to open it. My hand hesitates on the knob for a moment before I twist it, pulling the door open. 


Eden stands on the other side, a tray of freshly baked cookies in her hands and a premeditated smile plastered on her face. 


The smile falls the moment her eyes land on me, replaced by a look of pure disdain. 


Chapter 27