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 walk to Cassidy's childhood house is longer than I remember. Or maybe it just feels that way with Aries still simmering in my head, his irritation palpable. 


"That woman," he grumbles, referring to Queen Rhoda. "Thinks she can dictate everything, control everyone. She gave up on her own son and now wants to control me? She’s delusional." 


I sigh, rubbing my temples as I approach the nicely large stone house on the path to the main gate of the estate "Just let me handle this, Aries." 


"You always say that, but I’m still waiting for the day you actually put someone in their place for good." 


The door swings open before I can knock. Alma stands there, her light blonde hair pulled back, warm green eyes scanning my face. “Come in, dear.” 


The scent of herbal tea and lavender fills the air as I step inside. This home always feels like a safe haven, away from the chaos of the estate. 


She gestures toward the mahogany table near the fireplace. 


Chapter 95