Kidnapped By The Lycan Prince

mother of my mate, Darius, sneers, her brown eyes flic

es are held, with the moon hanging over us like a dull bulb, casting long

body," someone else says

I instinctively reach out to try to s

g, their eyes glinting with satisfaction

reaching out to him sti

his voice cold and cutting. "The daughter of a

nd me? She loved him

Victoria, who should have been Alpha, reduced to nothing because she couldn't control her urges around a human.

w and mocking. Smirks curl on their faces, whi

gling to steady my voice as the world spins

ere? You think Darius would mate with a human? You're a joke, Delilah. You're not one of

ss. My breath comes in shallow gasps, my vision blurrin

ding off to the side with his arms crossed.

r's-remain cold, distant, as though I

n to my cousin. He's always been the one to

y. "You're already weak enough as it is, yo

'd always say that he didn't want the pack to see

feel seen. He'd hear everything I had to say, even

etached and distant. He tilts his head, watching me

I'm fed up of this...I have

our bathrooms, year in, year out since my mother died," my voice is s

chuckles. "Deserve me

snide remarks, and a fat glob of saliv

n my cheeks in torrents. "Don't I deserve to be happy at least? I'll st

esn't

rms out slightly. It's a gesture he makes when he means to say

iving way, and I fight to stay standing, fig

r echoing around me, all the anger suddenly de

another, until I'm sprinting away from them

ay from the clearing, away from

, the rough fabric tearing in places. The cool night

ter than the su

stops me i

t feels like it might burst. The soun

anning the darkness. Shadows shift

gu

four of them, each one larger and more menacing than the las

is voice a low rasp. "What's a lit

ands trembling. My throa

in revealing sharp teeth. "Ma

," a third one growls. "But

hat's coming. They don't see me as a

e constant bullying in my pack, even when it

n and

t my face as I sprin

t's n

ues are

ng hard again

my arm. I cry out as his claws dig into my skin, but befo

to the ground. I stare, wide-eyed, as a man...no, a wolf

t i

rogues. He meets my eye for a split

his hands and claws a blur as

er in s

he man straightens, his chest heaving as he turns to f

nd I feel their weight

hank him, but the wo

barely have time to react. His hands grip my arms,

t m

s me up as if I weigh nothing, his

it's no use. His grip is unyieldin

ff the dirt path. The door is already open

ai

protest. A moment later, he's in the dr

ng through the forest as if the

or, my heart hammering in my

eye. "You'll find out soon enough," he says, the