Kidnapped By The Lycan Prince

Delilah's POV..

"He couldn't mate with this. Not my only pup!" Olivia, the mother of my mate, Darius, sneered, her brown eyes flickering with disgust as she yanked his arm from my grasp.

We stood in the clearing not far from the pack house where mating ceremonies were held, the moon hanging over us like a dull bulb, casting long shadows over her face and making her look even more menacing than usual.

"Heck, she can't mate anybody," someone else jeered from somewhere behind me.

Darius began moving away from me, and I instinctively reached out to stop him, but he was already too far from my grasp.

Around us, the pack stood in the clearing, their eyes glinting with satisfaction in the harsh silver light of the full moon.

"Darius..." I whispered, still reaching out, but his face hardened.

"You're nothing but the pack's shame," he said. "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 that got her!" he snapped, cutting me off. "The great Victoria, who should have been Alpha, reduced to nothing because she couldn't control her urges around a human. And now?" His gaze raked over me, sharp and cruel. "You're her leftover. An abomination who can't even shift."

Laughter rippled through the gathered pack, low and mocking. Smirks curled on their faces, while others stared openly, their disdain unmasked.

"I might not have a wolf," I whispered as the world spun around me, "but I'm still pack. I'm still—"

"You're still what?" Olivia cut in, her laugh cruel and biting. "You think you belong here? You think Darius would mate with a human? You're a joke, Delilah. You're not one of us. You'll never be one of us. Being the Alpha's niece doesn’t give you special glory."

Her words tore through me like claws, sharp and relentless. My breath came in shallow gasps, my vision blurring as the pain of rejection settled deep in my chest.

I glanced toward my uncle, Alpha Rowan, standing off to the side with his arms crossed. He didn't intervene. He didn’t defend me.

His golden eyes—so much like my mother’s—remained cold, distant, as though I was nothing more than a stranger to him.

"Theo," I croaked as I turned to my cousin. He had always been the one to save me, to shield me from the pack’s cruelty.

"Don't let them see you cry, Lilah," he’d say. "You're already weak enough as it is. You don't have to be so pathetic all the time."

His methods weren’t friendly in public, always insisting that he couldn’t be seen getting along with me since he was going to be Alpha someday.

But behind closed doors, he was different. He made me feel seen. He listened to everything I had to say, even if only for a few minutes every other day.

But now, even he didn't move. His eyes met mine, detached and distant. He tilted his head, watching me like I was some pitiful creature he no longer recognized.

Then, a wave of anger rose in me. I was fed up with this. I had been fed up for years, but now?

"I have swept your floors. I have mowed your lawns. I have scrubbed your bathrooms, year in, year out since my mother died," My voice shook, but I didn’t let that deter me. "Don’t I deserve something in return?"

"Deserve what?" Darius chuckled. "Deserve me for being a good maid?"

The clearing thundered with laughter and snide remarks, and a fat glob of saliva landed a few inches from my feet.

I ignored him, turning to my uncle again, letting the hot tears stream down my cheeks. "Don’t I deserve to be happy at least? I’ll still sweep the floors, I swear. But please, don’t let him do this to me!"

He didn’t move.

"Theo, please," I begged. He cocked his head to the side and spread his arms slightly. It was a gesture he always made when he meant to say, we're in public. There's nothing I can do to help you now.

The ground beneath my feet felt like it was giving way, and I fought to stay standing, clinging to the last scraps of my dignity.

But in that moment, with their mocking laughter echoing around me, all the anger suddenly deflated. I felt weaker than ever before.

I took a step back. Then another... and another, until I was sprinting away from them, their laughter growing quieter as I moved.

My feet carried me on instinct, away from the clearing, away from the humiliation, away from Darius.

Branches snagged at my dress as I plunged into the forest, the rough fabric tearing in places. The cool night air bit at my exposed skin, but I welcomed the sting.

Anything was better than the suffocating shame.

A low growl stopped me in my tracks.

I froze, my heart pounding so hard it felt like it might burst. The sound came again, this time from my left.

Slowly, I turned my head, my eyes scanning the darkness. Shadows shifted and coalesced, and then I saw them.

Rogues.

Their eyes glowed in the moonlight, feral and wild. There were four of them, each one larger and more menacing than the last. My stomach dropped, and a wave of cold terror washed over me.

"Well, well," one of them purred. "What’s a little human doing out here all alone?"

I took a step back, my hands trembling. My throat was too tight to speak.

Another stepped forward, his grin revealing sharp teeth. "Maybe she got lost. Poor thing."

"She smells like a pack wolf," a third one growled. "But no wolf in her. She’s weak."

Their laughter was cruel, and I knew what was coming. They didn’t see me as a person. To them, I was nothing but prey.

I had never been able to defend myself from the constant bullying in my pack, even when it got physical. Who said I could help myself now?

I turned and ran.

Branches whipped against my face as I sprinted through the trees.

But it was no use.

The rogues were faster.

I tripped, falling hard against the ground.

The first rogue reached me, his hand lashing out to grab my arm. I cried out as his claws dug into my skin, but before he could pull me closer, a blur of motion slammed into him.

The rogue yelped, his grip on me breaking as he was thrown to the ground. I stared, wide-eyed, as a man... no, a wolf... no... he didn’t look like the others back at Moonhaven.

What was he?

He stepped between me and the remaining rogues. He met my eye for a split second before he moved to attack again.

He fought with lethal precision, his hands and claws a blur as he took them down, one by one.

It was over in seconds.

The last rogue collapsed, blood pooling beneath him. The man straightened, his chest heaving as he turned to face me. He was human now—I could see that much in the dark.

His eyes glowed silver, and I felt their weight as they locked onto mine.

I opened my mouth to thank him, but the words died in my throat.

He was on me in an instant, his movements so fast I barely had time to react. His hands gripped my arms, firm but not painful, and he pulled me to my feet.

"Let me—"

He didn’t let me finish. He scooped me up as if I weighed nothing, cradling me against his chest.

"Hey! Put me down!" I struggled, but it was no use. His grip was unyielding, and his expression unreadable.

He carried me to a black car parked just off the dirt path. The door was already open, and he shoved me inside unceremoniously.

"Wait—"

He slammed the door shut, cutting off my protest. A moment later, he was in the driver’s seat, the engine roaring to life.

The car lurched forward, speeding through the forest as if the trees themselves were chasing us.

I pressed myself against the door, my heart hammering in my chest. "Who the hell are you?"

He turned just enough for me to see his right eye.

"You’ll find out soon enough," he said. Then, he turned away like the conversation had never happened.

Delilah's POV..

"Let me go!" I yelled, thrashing against his iron grip as he dragged me out of the car.

The vehicle had finally stopped, and we were somewhere unfamiliar to me. I had never been outside my pack's walls before, so for all I knew, I might have been in an entirely different universe.

Countless questions had run through my mind during the long drive.

Who is he?

Why did he save me?

Did he save me?

What are his intentions with me?

Anytime I had tried to voice them, all I had received in return was a low growl. So, I had come up with the idea of keeping quiet and protesting once the car finally stopped.

Well... here I was, flailing my arms, hoping to move too fast for him to grab them.

The cool night air rushed against my face, but all I could focus on was his unyielding strength. My feet barely touched the ground before he lifted me effortlessly, throwing me over his shoulder like I weighed nothing.

"Put me down, you lunatic!" I beat my fists against his broad back, squirming to break free.

He didn’t even flinch. His only response was a low growl that sent a shiver down my spine.

"I said put me down!" I screamed again, clawing at his shirt.

"If you don’t shut up, I’ll throw you in the nearest ditch," he snapped.

"Go ahead, do it! You can't just—"

"Enough!" His voice boomed through the night, silencing my protests for a moment. "Do you ever stop talking?"

I glared at the ground, biting back a retort as he marched forward. The scent of earth and flowers drifted through the air, and despite my fury, I couldn’t help but notice the beauty of the estate surrounding us.

The garden was vast, with towering hedges and vibrant blooms that seemed to glow under the moonlight.

But I was too busy struggling to take in much more. "You have no right to—"

"You’re not in a position to demand rights," he cut me off sharply.

"Who even are you?" I hissed. "What gives you the audacity to—"

"You’ll find out soon enough," he growled, tightening his hold on me as I nearly slid off his shoulder.

We passed through a grand hall, the stone walls lined with intricate carvings and banners I didn’t recognize. The space was silent, save for the echoes of his heavy footsteps and my continued protests.

"What in the moon is going on? And who is this?" A voice rang out—sharp and curious.

I twisted my head to see a tall man approaching us, his golden hair catching the dim light. He looked between me and my captor, his expression unreadable.

"A rogue," my captor said. "Found her wandering near the borders. Thought she might have answers."

"A rogue?" The other man raised a brow, his gaze settling on me. "She doesn’t look like much of a threat."

"I’m not a rogue!" I snapped, glaring at both of them.

"Quiet," my captor ordered, smacking the back of my thigh. His tone left no room for argument.

For a split second, I was too stunned to react, but the shock quickly wore off, and I growled. "Who made you king of the world?"

The golden-haired man smirked, clearly amused, but he quickly masked it. "You know the rules, Prince Caspian. No disturbances at this hour. Your father won’t be pleased if—"

"I’ll handle it," Prince Caspian—so that was his name—cut him off. "Go back to bed, Ethan."

What kind of name was Prince Caspian?

Ethan hesitated but eventually nodded, his gaze lingering on me for a moment before disappearing into the shadows.

Caspian resumed his march, and I resumed my protests. "You can’t just kidnap people! Do you know who I am? My uncle is—"

"Save your breath," he interrupted. "You’ll need it for the interrogation tomorrow."

"Interrogation?" I repeated. "I haven’t done anything wrong!"

Everything in my life had gone wrong from the moment my mother died seven years ago.

Not only had I become a maid in my pack, but I had also turned into a punching bag—the scapegoat for every misfortune.

I had been rejected by my mate tonight. Even as I thought about it now, it seemed fair. Had I really believed Darius would mate with me? He was the Beta’s son—of course, he never would have.

Just when I thought I could escape and finally be on my own, here I was, a prisoner in some fancy pack.

For the first time, I allowed myself to feel the full weight of it all. The humiliation. The pain. The hatred.

Yes, hatred.

I hated my pack.

I hated the way they had treated me. I hated the way they had made me feel like less than nothing. And most of all, I hated that I had ever thought I belonged with them.

My wounds throbbed, a stark reminder that I was human in a world of wolves. Unlike them, I didn’t heal quickly. Every scratch, every bruise reminded me that I would never be as strong.

The world turned hazy, and my eyes found the bed. I began to crawl toward it, but exhaustion weighed me down. The room felt too big, and the bed seemed impossibly far away.

Instead, I curled up on the soft rug, inhaling deeply. Even the air here smelled richer than Moon Haven.

Where exactly am I?

I closed my eyes, still wondering about the answer. But before long, the darkness took me.

---

Sunlight streamed through the window when I woke, and for a moment, I forgot where I was. But then I saw the ornate furniture, the high ceilings, and the luxurious décor.

This room wasn’t as bare as I had thought last night. It was beautiful.

The sound of a key turning drew my attention to the door. It swung open, revealing a stunning girl about my age with piercing green eyes and an air of authority.

She took one look at me and scowled. "Get up. Breakfast is ready."

I blinked at her, still groggy. "What?"

"You heard me," she said impatiently. "Clean yourself up. You look like you’ve been dragged through the woods."

"I was dragged through the woods," I muttered, pushing myself to my feet.

Her eyes narrowed as she noticed my wounds. "You’ll be given time to clean up. But let me give you a piece of advice—when you face the Prince later, tell the truth. He doesn’t tolerate liars."

I froze, her words sinking in. "The Prince?"

She smirked, clearly enjoying my confusion. "You don’t even know where you are, do you?"

"A fancy pack?" I whispered.

"Goldencrest," she answered, her tone dripping with pride.

Goldencrest?!

All packs around the world were answerable to Goldencrest.

How had I ended up here?

Her brow twitched at the stunned expression on my face. "Well, it’s the pack that governs all packs," she added, mistaking my shock for ignorance. "The pack that consists of all the strongest Lycan royal houses."

Her gaze sharpened. "And you had the audacity to cross our borders."

I couldn’t breathe.

The Prince.

The man who had kidnapped me last night... Prince Caspian?

He was the Prince of Goldencrest?