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 war is over. The crown is ours. And now, we plan a mating ceremony that will shake the very foundation of Golden Crest. 


Or at least, that’s what Cass claims as she takes absolute control of the preparations. 


“I don’t care what anyone says,” she declares, pacing the grand hall of the packhouse. “This needs to be spectacular. No, beyond spectacular—legendary.” 


Alma, standing by the massive oak table covered in fabric samples, rolls her eyes. “Puppy, it’s a mating ceremony, not a royal parade.” 


Cassidy whirls around, hands on her hips, her tiny but noticeable baby bump pressing against her flowing tunic. 


“Excuse me? It is a royal parade. Delilah is going to be queen. My best friend. And if you think for one second that I’m going to let this be anything less than breathtaking, you don’t know me at all.” 


I suppress a laugh, exchanging a glance with Caspian, who lounges in one of the chairs, watching the chaos unfold. 


Chapter 119