The Rejected Werewolf Princess by Didiadeyemi

Chapter 10

I realized I was getting too used to this lifestyle when I woke up the next morning and sat in bed waiting for someone to lay out clothes for me and bring me breakfast.

I sat for five minutes before I realized how ridiculous I looked and went out to do it myself. Tying my corset was almost impossible but I somehow managed it and even after so many days of wearing one- I still hated it.

As I went to pick out an outfit, I caught sight of my bag at the bottom of the wardrobe. It looked completely out of place there and I remember the day Ryker had it brought for me, he stared at it like it was infected. He suggested burning it but even though I wanted nothing more than to put Tyson behind me, a part of me didn’t want to let it go.

I let my hand brush over the rough material softly before I pulled away and took out a simple grey outfit. I put it on and wore the pink fluffy slippers that Ryker had given me and made my way down to the kitchen to find something to eat.

When I got to the kitchen, I was shocked to see Lauren there. She was in a heated conversation with the maid who usually brings my things- I should really learn her name soon. The maid gasped when she saw me effectively bringing the conversation to an end.

“I am so sorry,” she began, “I was talking to Lauren and I must have lost track of time. I will have your breakfast brought upstairs in less than a minute.”

“It’s alright,” I assured her with a small smile, “I’m right here; I can always have it downstairs.” I turned to Lauren, “Hi, 1 didn’t know you were coming today.”

“Well, it is my job to babysit you; of course I have to be here.” She said through a forced smile, “What do you have planned for the day?”

“Nothing; I’m just going to explore the house.”

“You can’t,” I was shocked by her harsh tone, “Ryker does not like people going through his stuff and that includes his house; so if there is anywhere that you want to go that is allowed, I will take you.

I didn’t know how to respond to her and even if I did, I wouldn’t. I know people like her. It is like dealing with Lisa all over again and I know she’s just trying to mark her territory. I wish she knew that I didn’t want anything to do with Ryker. In fact, he is the one who refuses to reject me..

From the way she was standing, I knew she was expecting a response from me and I wasn’t going to engage in the conversation so I turned to the maid who was watching us both with wide eyes.

“Can I have breakfast now please?” as soon as the words left my mouth, she spurred into action and swiftly assembled a plate of eggs, bacon, ham and toast with a side of sliced fruits and orange juice.

She knows I won’t finish it, but I assume that Ryker instructed her to pile up my plate because no matter how many times I tell her that she gives me too much, she never reduces the quantity.

my days in the house, I have never seen it

as she saw me, she stormed over to my side and stared at me with folded hands.

of me so I ignored her and kept on eating.

have gotten annoyed because she finally spoke, “You’re in the wrong

There was no one here

be sitting there. It

my voice came out quieter than I

I was terrified of her in that

“Why do you think he picked

was because you were the

am the

clothes you’re wearing, even the room you’re staying in, they are all mine. You are just an inconvenience

my skin and it took all my willpower not to cry, “I

anything sweetie; I just want to make sure that

understand; please

was another case of Tyson and Lisa but I knew that was exactly what I had just walked into. The victorious smirk on her face was a reminder of everything I already knew- there was no way that Ryker would want me of all people. He was just keeping me because

all my appetite. I pushed it away from me and rose from the seat. I left it on the table knowing that the

the hell are you wearing?” I turned to see a furious expression on her face, “I

was more of a question if

me, “Where the hell did you get those? I spent weeks scouring for those and I had them brought in by a special service.”

to me. I was hurt and he got them to

refuse. She must have seen it because she stepped into my space and reduced her voice to a menacing whisper, “I won’t ask

took them off and handed it to her. As soon as she had it in her hands, she clutched it to her

off

looked down at me as if I was this precious gem worth protecting, “I hope

into the living room. She must have heard

Lauren,” he said, “I wanted to be here to do the