The Rejected Werewolf Princess by Didiadeyemi

Chapter 7

I couldn’t fall asleep the entire night. I tossed and turned but couldn’t find rest because I was concerned about what the day. would bring. The bed was too big and too soft that I ended up pulling the blankets to the floor and wrapping myself there.

The floor felt more similar to my old bed than the actual bed but I still couldn’t find rest. It was like I was engaging in a race with sleep and it had over an hour’s head start.

Somehow the night felt too long and too short at the same time. It was like the sun was taking its precious time to rise and when it finally did, it felt like it came too soon. I didn’t dare breathe as I saw the sun begin to rise because I knew it was a new day and my fate would finally be decided.

In the early hours of the morning, I heard footsteps stop just outside my door. I held my breath and didn’t even blink. After a few seconds, the steps retreated and it wasn’t until I couldn’t hear them anymore that I let out the breath I was holding and rushed into the bed. The last thing I would want is for Ryker to come in and see that I lay his sheets on the floor and get insulted by it.

I figured that since someone else was already awake; it was a good enough time to get up. I dressed the bed and found a rag in the bathroom closet that I used to dust down the wooden tops and every inch of the room. I was washing the bathroom when I heard a knock on my door.

I barely had time to wonder who it was before I heard footsteps and saw Ryker making his way towards the bathroom. When my eyes met his, I saw frustration and annoyance swirling in them. I started to wonder if maybe I didn’t clean the room well enough.

“What the fuck are you doing?” the words were barely out of his mouth when he pulled the rag out of my hand.

“I was cleaning,” I thought it was obvious, “If I didn’t clean it well then I’d be happy to do it all again.”

“Do you not know how to speak English or do I have to spell it out for you slowly?” he ran his hand down his face in frustration, “I told you to stay off your leg.”

“I’m sorry,” my voice was barely over a whisper, “I figured you would want me to clean since I’m staying here. Why else would I be here?”

“Because you’re my mate,” he all but screamed the words, “There are maids to clean the room if you think it is so dirty. You have one job; and it is to sit in bed and heal. So help me, if I see you on your feet again I will strap you to the fucking bed.”

My eyes

widened at his threat and my breath hitched in my throat. I subconsciously took a step back and bowed my head in apology. The last thing I wanted to do was upset him and it seems like I did just that.

his hand and I instinctively flinched and pushed myself as far back as I could but I was already at the wall so I ended up

he put it down slowly, “I-,” for the first time I saw him lost for words, “I wouldn’t- I should go. You

and was out of the room within seconds. I was so confused as to what had just transpired. One moment,

was convinced he wouldn’t be returning, I decided to do as he asked and freshen up.

the under of my feet stung more than usual and I decided to soak it in a bowl

bed. As soon as she saw me, she squeaked and bowed low. I was confused as to who she was directing the gesture at and even had to look around the room before 1 realized she

said. “I hope you like them this is

and she gave me a curt

you need some help

cut her off until she nodded. “What is that and why would I need

features before she schooled it, “It’s meant to support your breasts,” she picked up a cream material with ropes, “This is a corset and you wear it

allowed her come close and she cinched the material around me. It was tight- not so tight that I couldn’t breathe but tight nonetheless and it felt strangely uncomfortable. I’ve never used one before; I probably would never have. been able to afford

how the other women in the pack prevented their lady bits from flapping around when

into the other outfit which consisted of weird comfortable pants that stuck to my skin- the maid referred to them as leggings- and a silk top that fell to my mid thighs. It felt weird on me and looked like nothing I had ever seen.

Tyson’s pack; the women usually wore extravagant dresses. The only women who wore trousers were we the lower women and the servants. It is a huge change from what

getting dressed; there was another knock on my door and Ryker walked in with a tray of food in his hands and the nurse- Lucy behind him. The maid bowed to me and

to come close to me. Instead, he settled for

it okay if I check on your feet?” I sat up on the bed and watched as she took her seat at the foot of the bed, “Feel free

thought it was a weird request but I took a

your feet a lot,” she offered up casually, “I know it’s practically impossible to stay off your feet but if you want

“I’ll try.”

wrapped it up. When she was done, she opened up her bag and took out two prescription bottles and set them on the table right next to my food. I tried to read the

explained, “Made and produced right here in the pack. They should help supply your body with the nutrients it needs to heal you