The Rejected Werewolf Princess by Didiadeyemi

Chapter 17

For the next few days, I avoided Ryker as much as I possibly could. I stayed in my room all day and barely left it unless it was absolutely necessary. Whenever I saw him. I would mumble a greeting and leave the area as quickly as I could.

He knew I was avoiding him, hell, everyone knew I was avoiding him and I knew at one point he would get fed up with it and demand an explanation from me. What I didn’t expect was for it to happen today.

Today started like any normal day, I took a bath by myself and because I had no plans of going out, I put on a really pretty black night gown and lay in bed.

Eve brought me my breakfast as usual and when I was done, I took the tray downstairs because Lucy had told Ryker to inform me that I needed to walk around a little every day to make sure that I was exercising the leg.

While I was taking my tray down. I saw Ryker at the dining table. I flushed pink in embarrassment and hurried to return the tray to Eve. I rushed back upstairs not even realizing that he had spoken to me and I had ignored him.

I successfully locked myself in the room when a few minutes later I heard a knock. It was not soft like Eve’s but it also wasn’t overly violent. I ignored it the first time and it grew louder.

“Fuck this shit Camilla,” I heard Ryker say through the other side; “We’re talking about this today.”

I still wasn’t convinced on whether or not to open it but then he said, “I have a spare key downstairs and I am not above using it. I am only doing this because I want you to have a say in this. But so help me if you don’t open this door in the next three minutes I will find my own way in.”

I knew he was going to make do on his threat so I exhaled deeply and unlocked the door. He was standing there in a black button up shirt and matching slacks. He looked like he was prepared for a day of work while I was in frilly long sleeved pajamas. I’m sure it would have been a sight to behold for anyone who saw it.

He looked frustrated and annoyed but he managed to keep his composure as he walked into the room and took a seat on the chair directly opposite my bed. I remained standing and he gestured for me to sit down on the bed.

I hesitated for a second and I could see that it annoyed him because he clenched his jaw but he didn’t show any other outward signs of his annoyance. I quietly took a seat at the edge of the bed and the room fell into an uncomfortable silence.

“Camilla,” Ryker spoke up after a beat of silence, “Why are you avoiding me?”

“I am not avoiding you.” I lied and he shot me a disbelieving look.

his feet and

and I watched carefully wondering what his next move would be. If he touched me, I wasn’t quite sure of how I would react but I knew enough to know that it probably would not

have endured. But it would make things so much easier

animal on the brink of running away, like I was a child who he had to explain things to carefully for fear of a tantrum. Some would find it insulting but I found it slightly endearing knowing that he was being

you flinch when I approach

relatively easy question for me to answer, “Because sometimes it looks like you’re about to hit me.”

I hesitated before nodding and I saw his

I deliberately kept my answer vague, “I am an omega-,”

looked at him in confusion. “You were an omega; you are to

omega any longer.”

an omega and that is the normal hierarchy of the pack. The omegas are the punching bags surely

else did they do to

to hear or how much I was allowed to speak of. I didn’t want to seem like I was

heard my thoughts he added,

did and how I struggled to make ends meet. I told him about my time working in the club and the restaurant and how

or what he had told the

want to see the disgust or the anger or the disappointment. Surely by now he would realize that he

as he said my

and was shocked to see his eyes swirling with anger and sympathy. I slowly let out an exhale grateful that he didn’t look at me with pity. I

that,” he said softly, “You do not have to fear me or my pack. No one will ever dream of hurting you like that. You

I explained, “What if I wasn’t your mate? If I was an omega would it still be

else. They

why do you refer to

jobs,” he explained, “here, omegas simply refer to the people who work in the pack house and take care of it. That includes the cooks, the cleaners, gardeners,

didn’t believe him so he stood to his feet and stretched out his