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

Something warm and solid presses against me, an unrelenting weight that refuses to let me move. I shift slightly, but the grip around me tightens. 


I blink, trying to adjust to the morning light streaming through the window, only to realize that I’m wrapped in a tangle of limbs—Caspian’s limbs. 


His arm drapes heavily over my waist, his leg hooked over mine, his chest warm against my back. He’s practically caging me in. 


I wiggle again, attempting to pull my leg free, but his hold only firms. 


“Caspian, you need to wake up,” I try again, my voice still groggy from sleep. 


A low, lazy hum rumbles from his throat, but he doesn’t move. 


“Caspian,” I warn, pressing my elbow lightly against his ribs. “You have business with your father this morning.” 


“Father can wait,” he mutters, his voice thick with sleep. His grip tightens, pulling me even closer, as if that were possible. “You, on the other hand… not letting go.” 


Chapter 62