The Rejected Werewolf Princess by Didiadeyemi

Chapter 18

Over the next few days, Ryker and I developed some sort of cordial arrangement between us. My fear of him wouldn’t disappear in a day, that much was obvious but now I had less reason to fear him after seeing how he treated he omegas in his pack. I also didn’t actively try to avoid his presence anymore and I took that as a huge win.

On a lighter note, my leg was almost perfectly healed and now it didn’t hurt at all as I made my way around the house.

I was sitting at the dining table waiting for Eve to serve breakfast when I realized I hadn’t seen Ryker all day which was a surprise. He usually joined me during breakfast before disappearing for work.

“Where is Ryker?” I asked Eve and she looked as shocked by my question as I was shocked that I even asked it in the first place.

“He should be outside training.”

A part of me knew that Ryker trained. He had to be doing some sort of training to be able to obtain the kind of body he had. He hadn’t said anything about my training and I was beginning to wonder if I would ever be allowed to train again after what happened.

I left my untouched breakfast and made my way around the house until I heard the sound of flesh hitting something and sharp grunts. I followed the sound a little further into the woods around the house and saw Ryker.

He was shirtless and his entire upper body was gleaming with sweat. His shorts hung low on his hips and his hands were wrapped in a bandage as he delivered swift punches to the trunk of a tree. I couldn’t help but wince at how painful that would be but Ryker wasn’t bothered. He kept hitting the trunk as if he was punching a feather- with no care in the world.

I accidentally stepped on a twig and his movements ceased. He turned around and when he saw it was me, I saw the tension. in his shoulders deflate.

“I didn’t mean to bother you.” I said softly, “I should be going-.”

“It is fine,” he assured me. When I didn’t move, he gestured for me to come closer, “I lost track of time. I should have been back by now.”

I obliged and moved closer to him and I tried my best to keep my attention on his face and not his perfectly defined and chiseled chest. If he told me he was carved from stone I would have believed because no one should ever look this good.

I flushed pink at the thought and chided myself. I shouldn’t be having those kind of thoughts about him especially not when he is right next to me.

“Can you help me?” I didn’t realize he was talking to me until he called my name, “Camilla, can you help me unwrap my

hands.”

I flushed pink again at being caught but I nodded and slowly made my way over to him. This was the first time I was consciously being close to him and his scent hit me full force for quite possibly the first time.

He smelled manly, musky, like the woods and himself. There was something about his natural scent that led me to take a discreet sniff. He looked up at me and I wondered if he knew what I had done but if he did, he didn’t show it. He just held up his hands and I slowly unwrapped the bandage.

ever train again?” I decided to break

the matter. Every time

other hand. When I was done, I tried to pull back but he grasped my hand softly but firmly in his and

answer my question,” he reminded

maybe not as rigorously as before. I know it makes me sound lazy

he kept his features carefully blank, “Would you like me to

the Alpha; you’re

me worry about how busy I am. I asked if you wanted me

like that.” I

took a step back. “You might have to change your outfit.”

you mean

no time like

I turned on my heels and made my way

articulate what

would usually use to train with Lauren- leggings and the skin tight top. I made my way down the stairs

his throat and leading me back into through the woods and into the clearing. The place was very much the same except for two bottles of water that he placed on the

he saw my gaze, “You’re healing from an injury and you have never trained before so we will start with the easy things; stamina, core work

was a lot different than training with Lauren. He was patient and never pushed me past my limits. He also explained everything in detail so I

were doing basic form work for throwing a punch when I saw the

he moved until he was behind me and

until I clearly nodded before placing his hand on either side of my waist and turning my hips so they were facing forward. I wobbled a little at the feel of his hands on my bare skin but

breathed and goose bumps rose on my skin as his hot breath fanned my ear,

my lips keeping me quiet. That was when I heard what he heard- footsteps

he asked and I shrugged,

“I’m pretty decent.”

to run back to the house and tell the guards that

“But-,”

“Now!”

of clothes and a loud growl but

honestly, I didn’t blame them. I was in sweaty training clothes and I just came in looking like