The Rejected Werewolf Princess by Didiadeyemi

Chapter 8

I avoided Ryker for the rest of the week. Well, I avoided him as much as I could, considering the fact that I was living in his house and passed him on ever corridor. He also made sure to sit with me whenever I had to eat and to keep a close eye on me because he didn’t trust that I wouldn’t hurt myself.

I have been here for a week now and I don’t know if I’m more or less terrified than I was when I arrived. He hasn’t said anything about us being mates and 1 am scared to bring it up. I don’t know what exactly his plans are for me and I am terrified to find out. His silence could be a good or a bad thing but I don’t know him well enough to come up with an answer.

A part of me wishes I stayed with Tyson because at least I knew him and I could predict his moods and responses. With Ryker: I’m in uncharted territory.

When he arrived with my breakfast, I was contemplating whether or not to talk to him about it and it must have been obvious on my face because all of a sudden, he sent the maid out of the room.

As soon as she left he turned to me, “What’s wrong?”

“I don’t understand,” I was wrecked with confusion, “What do you mean?”

“You have been biting at your fingernails and picking at your food for the past ten minutes. It is either something is wrong or you aren’t happy with the meal.”

“Nothing is wrong with the meal.”

“So something is wrong with you,” I stayed silent, “I’m listening.”

“Why am I here?” the words flew from my mouth before I could stop them, “You’ve kept me indoors and I understand why; I just don’t understand why you won’t just reject me. I wouldn’t be hurt by it, I swear.”

“I’m not rejecting you Camilla,” his voice was curt but somehow warm at the same time, “And I have not kept you indoors. because I am hiding you; I have kept you indoors because I wanted to give you time to heal and get used to the environment before you had to start meeting people.”

“My feet are healed now,” my voice was a whisper as I pulled up my feet to show him.

There were still little scratches there but the major bruising was gone and I could stand and move around it for a while without feeling pain and without it bleeding. That didn’t mean I stopped using the fluffy slippers though. Quite the contrary actually; they were very comfortable and they looked really good..

we could

taken aback by his kindness and the soft manner in which he spoke to me. In all my life, no one has ever spoken to me that way: like I was worthy of their words, like

simply wanted something from

curt nod and walked out of the room. Shortly after, the maid returned to get

the living room. He led me outside to where the carriage

such a small space with him. Our knees knocked against each other with each bump of the

stares on me but I

inch of my attention and I hated

until we arrived at a huge building. If I were to assume, I would say it was the pack house judging by the sheer number of people who were walking in and out of the building.

As my feet hit the floor, all eyes were on us. I tried my best to focus on the building and not on

was a four floor building with stone walls that were painted a mute cream color. All the windows were made of tinted glass. so I couldn’t see inside but I

noticed what I was doing because he slowed his steps and came to stand right next to me. I was confused and unsure by his actions and

straighten and my breath hitched in my throat. I saw an unfamiliar expression cross his face but before I could

stared as we walked and the moment we moved past them, whispers followed. It reminded me of being back at the Two Moons pack and I was grateful for Ryker’s hand that kept me from running out of the pack house and never

back.

but instead he led me down. By the time we reached the bottom, my

their feet and there was a chorus of Alpha’ I knew most of them were unsure of how to address me because they all stared at

Lauren?”

a shower; she should be out in a few minutes

a response from any of them; he led me back up the stairs. As soon as we left, I heard the whispers

a blank expression on his face and led me up the stairs to the fourth floor. There was one door at the

opened it and my eyes widened as I took in the

came in through and further

relieved and disappointed and I hated myself for the latter feeling because the last thing I should be doing

the time,” he began, “I’ve been working from home for