The Rejected Werewolf Princess by Didiadeyemi

Chapter 22

A dark look crossed his face and I saw the raw sadness that grew beneath his irises. I almost felt bad for bringing it up in the first place but I knew that it was necessary for me to leave.

“What do you know about it?” he asked finally.

“I know that you and Lauren were having a child.” I thought of how to explain what I knew without putting Eve in trouble, “I know it was a recent loss because of how Lauren reacted to it.”

“What do you mean how she reacted?” Gone was his sadness, now he was looking at me with narrowed eyes. “Is that way you want to leave?“

“She was just upset when she saw me in the nursery. That’s understandable because it was her kid.”

“What did she do?”

“Nothing.” I answered too quickly and I saw that he didn’t believe me. “Does it even matter? I don’t want to be the one who comes between your healing process.

He opened his mouth to speak but just then, the door opened and Lauren walked in with a very large tray of food. She started to place it on the small metal table next to Ryker’s bed but he stopped her, took it from her hands and put it on his lap.

Lauren looked between us almost as if she wanted to be privy to the conversation we were having.

“I’m glad you’re okay.” Lauren said as she crossed past me and took the only available seat. “This is why I want to be on the field, I could be of use there.”

“You are enough use where you are.”

Hit voice held no tone for discussion and I saw that it annoyed her because of how she clenched her jaw but she nodded and swallowed down whatever retort she was going to give.

An awkward silence fell over the place and I wondered if I should leave them alone. I slowly took a step back hoping that no one would notice my movements until I was out of the room but I didn’t judge how perceptive Ryker was because the moment my foot shuffled a little, Ryker’s head snapped up to mine.

I froze like a deer in headlights and his eyes narrowed towards me. Lauren seemed oblivious to the entire thing or she was just doing a good job at ignoring whatever was going on around her.

up when she heard her name from Ryker, “I

slightly, “I

leave now. There is an array of guards here who

was embarrassed, that much was obvious but she nodded curtly and stood from the chair. As she passed by me, she shot me the

for me to take. I was hesitant, but when he threatened to drag me

to finish.” I opened my mouth to argue but

He obviously wasn’t happy with my choice judging by his

silence until all the food was finished. Once we were done, I picked up the tray and he told me to set it on the table next

the action that the tray fell from my hands. Thankfully, it was already close to the table and nothing broke. I turned to him but he wasn’t looking at me, he was looking at the transparent sleeves of my night gown. More

and I shrugged. “I’m not

easily off my

and a hand shaped bruise formed on your arm.” The way he said it made me feel stupid for even saying it in

kept my voice soft as I responded, “I already told you the

I stood at the far end of his bed. He muttered a few choice words under his breath and I saw him try to calm his breathing before

be in that house because I get informed when anyone new walks in and as far as I know, there were no visitors,” he began, “If you won’t tell me who it is, I will

you can’t possibly punish

at him hoping he was bluffing but from the anger swirling in his eyes,

options in my head. I could simply tell him what happened or I could keep to my story and everyone will get

you

position to make demands.” He said simply, “But, if you tell

to refute and demand to leave but my curiosity was greater and against my better judgment, I ended up agreeing to the

agreed, I took the seat next to him and crossed my arms over my chest to hide the bruise from

his eyes, I knew I had to fix the situation before he hurt her, “But

he didn’t believe me but he was humoring me to see what lie

I lied, “And I almost fell from the

would because the last thing I needed was for Lauren to get punished for something that was my mistake. If I had not gone to the nursery, then she would have never had to grab me and

a

breath of relief, “Your turn.”

almost like it hurt too much to think about it. I