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.

I could but I was already at the wall so I ended up

hand froze mid air and he put it down slowly, “I-,” for the first time I saw him lost for words, “I

seconds. I was so confused as to what had just transpired. One moment, he was pissed off at me and the next he was leaving the room so fast one would

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

little longer than I normally should have because the under of my feet stung more than usual and I decided to soak it in

there was a maid laying out clothes for me on the 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

out for you” she said. “I hope you like

say and she gave me a curt nod

you need some help with

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

your breasts,” she picked up a cream material with ropes, “This is a corset and you wear it as

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

pack prevented their lady bits from flapping around when moving: I

leggings- and a silk

and the servants. It is a huge change from what I’m used to but I chose to trust that the maid

Ryker walked in with a tray of food in his hands and the nurse- Lucy behind

come close to me. Instead, he settled for dropping the tray which I realized was filled with fruits and porridge on the table

up on the bed and watched as she took her seat at

but I took a slice of mango into my

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

“I’ll try.”

prescription bottles and set them on the table right next to my

They should