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