บททั้งหมดของ Kidnapped By The Lycan Prince : บทที่ 1 - บทที่ 10

"He can't mate with this. Not my only pup!" Olivia, the mother of my mate, Darius, sneers, her brown eyes flickering with disgust as she yanks his arm from my grasp.We're in the clearing not so far from the pack house where mating ceremonies are held, with the moon hanging over us like a dull bulb, casting long shadows over her face and making her look more menacing than she usually is."Heck, she can't mate anybody," someone else says from somewhere behind me.Darius begins moving away from me, and I instinctively reach out to try to stop him, but he's too far from my grasp.Around us, the pack stands in the clearing, their eyes glinting with satisfaction in the harsh silver light of the full moon."Darius..." I whisper, reaching out to him still, but his face hardens."You’re nothing but the pack’s shame," he says, his voice cold and cutting. "The daughter of a woman who threw away her destiny for a human.""Do you have to remind me? She loved him and that's all that–""Look where

My heart hammers against my ribs as the girl sweeps into the room, her green eyes sparkling with an energy that clashes with the chill in the air. "Come on," she says, flicking her wrist. "Let's get you sorted before breakfast. No one will take you seriously looking like… that."I scowl, crossing my arms. "Like what exactly?"Her lips twitch into a smirk as her gaze travels over my wrinkled clothes and disheveled appearance. "Like someone who wrestled a bear and lost."Before I can snap back, she strides forward, pulling me by the wrist with surprising strength. "We don't have time for sulking. Prince Caspian's schedule is tighter than a wolf's grip on its prey. Oh, and the name's Cassidy and I'm your proxy for the time being."I wince, not at the words but at the way her firm grip presses against my bruises. "Can you not yank me around like I'm some doll?"She shoots me an apologetic glance but doesn't slow down. "Sorry, but we've got to move. And…" She gives me a once-over. "We're

The early morning air in Goldencrest smells like pine and fresh dew, but I barely notice it as I pace my room. My stomach twists with nerves, my mind racing. I keep replaying the instructions I was given yesterday. Be in the kitchen by 6:30. Follow your schedule. Don’t mess up. Easy enough, right?I finally step out into the hall, clutching the strap of my apron like it’s a lifeline. The corridors are wide, grand even, but they feel suffocating. My footsteps echo, drawing my attention to how alone I am. As I walk, I pass a few pack members, all focused on their tasks. A young woman with her arms full of linens brushes past me without even a glance.It’s strange. No one stares. No one whispers. No one even acknowledges me. Back home, being wolfless was my identity—my shame. Here, it’s like I’m invisible.I reach the staircase that leads down to the kitchen when a familiar voice echoes down the hallway.“Move faster, we don’t have all day.”My stomach tightens. Prince Caspian.I gla

A sharp pounding jolts me from sleep, echoing through my room like a battering ram against the door. My heart leaps into my throat, and I’m already scrambling out of bed before my groggy mind can register what’s happening. The pounding grows more insistent, and I stumble toward the door, still half-asleep. “Who is it?” I call out, my voice hoarse from sleep. The scratchy sound of it is uncomfortable, and it makes me clear my throat to ease the feeling. There’s no response, just another round of banging. I twist the handle, opening the door, and before I can even see who it is, a small hand latches onto my arm and yanks me forward with surprising force. “What the—” I start to protest, but I’m cut off by the sight of a petite girl, younger than me, her wild eyes burning with urgency. Her grip is iron-clad, far too strong for someone of her size, and I wince as her fingers dig into my wrist. “Hey! What’s going on?” I demand, stumbling as she pulls me down the hallway. S

Ethan crouches before me, his cold blue eyes boring into mine. His voice is calm, controlled, and low, but it drips with authority. “What do you have to say for yourself?”A wave of rage surges through me so suddenly that I don’t think—I act. I shove past him, startling the guards at the door. My bare feet slap against the cold marble floor as I take two steps toward Caspian. His sharp, grey eyes meet mine, flickering with something unreadable, and I snap, “You know where I was! Why won’t you tell them?”His gaze hardens, his jaw tight. “I’m not the one being questioned, am I?” His voice is steady but distant, like he’s deliberately putting up a wall. “Besides,” he adds, almost casually, “I only know where you were because you told me. That doesn’t make it a fact.”The betrayal hits me like a slap to the face. My breaths come faster, the humiliation stinging my skin like icy needles. I turn away from him before I can say something I’ll regret.Facing the council now, I force myself t