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.

raised his hand and I instinctively flinched and pushed myself as far back as I could but I was already at

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

was so confused as to what had just transpired. One moment, he was pissed off at me and the next he was leaving the

for a while, thinking he would return but he didn’t. When I was convinced he wouldn’t be returning, I decided to do as he asked and freshen up. The

have because the under of my feet stung more than usual and I decided to soak it

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

out for you” she said. “I hope you like them this is the height of

and she gave me a curt nod

some help with your

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

it, “It’s meant to support your breasts,” she picked up a cream material with ropes, “This

was tight- not so tight that I couldn’t breathe but tight

always wondered how the other women in the pack prevented their lady bits from

of weird comfortable pants that stuck to my skin- the maid referred to them as leggings- and a silk

women and the servants. It is a huge change from what I’m used to but I chose to trust that the maid knew what she was talking about.

as we finished getting dressed; there was another knock on my door and Ryker walked in with a tray of food in his hands and

but he made no attempts to come close to me. Instead, he settled for dropping the tray which I realized was filled with fruits and porridge on the table by

check on your feet?” I sat up on the bed and

was a weird request but I took a slice

“I know it’s practically impossible to stay off your feet but if you want to heal then you have to stay off your

“I’ll try.”

with rubbing alcohol again and 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

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