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 dream isn’t a vision. I know that instantly. 


This time, it feels different—more vivid, more real. I’m not just seeing it. I’m living it. 


A man with silver hair stands beneath the moonlight, his arms wrapped around a woman. 


They look at each other with an intensity that makes my chest ache. There’s love in their eyes, the kind that’s rare, the kind that’s eternal. 


A little boy dashes around them, his laughter ringing through the night like music. I don’t know his name, but I know him. 


I feel it in my bones, in the way my heart pulls toward him. The same way it pulls toward the woman. 


The man watches the boy with a quiet pride, the woman’s laughter joining the child’s. They are happy. They are a family. 


The air is thick with the stench of blood. 


The woman is in the man’s arms now, her once vibrant face pale, her body broken. Blood soaks through her dress, staining his hands as he clutches her. 


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