The Rejected Werewolf Princess by Didiadeyemi

Chapter 92

CAMILLA’S PO.V

After training, it was basically just me sitting in my office doing nothing. By the time evening came around, Ryker made good on his promise and we sat in the garden alone. He offered to bring Audrey and I knew he had spoken to Lois but I didn’t want her to see me like this. I didn’t want my child knowing that I wasn’t as special as she thought. She thought of me like this super amazing person and I didn’t want to ruin it for her because a part of me wished I could be that for her.

I felt a longing and a pull towards the water but I couldn’t bring myself to act on it. My fingers itched and it took everything in my power for me to resist that pull but I did. I could feel Ryker’s eyes on me the entire time almost as if he could sense my internal struggle and was trying to find out a way he could help me. When our thirty minutes were up, I subconsciously reached my hand out towards the water but I caught myself.

“Why?” he asked but I stayed silent. “Is there a reason you keep denying yourself something that you obviously want?”

“I don’t want it,” I lied and he shook his head.

“Do you know what this reminds me of?” he asked but I stayed silent. “When you first came to the pack, you were so hesitant to receive even the slightest bit of affection. You fought me at every turn even though you knew that I was just trying to help you. Why do you do that?”

“That’s not what I’m doing.”

“Isn’t it?” he asked and I couldn’t bring myself to answer because I knew he was right. “Just accept help where it is given, Camilla. All I am asking for is for you to try. You want to, so why don’t you?

“Because I know I’m going to fail,” my voice was a soft whisper ax I spoke and I saw something crack in Ryker’s eyes. He sighed and reached out for me. I wanted to pull away but I let him hold me. I allowed him wrap his arms around me and I reminded myself that he could protect me. I allowed myself to feel safe in his arms.

By the time he pulled back, there was something softer in his eyes. It was almost as if he could finally see me for the first time. “Just try something.”

“I don’t know what to do.”

“Anything.”

There was a soft encouraging tone imbued in his voice. I reached out my hand and hesitantly willed the water to me. As if it could sense my hesitation, the ripples began but they weren’t stable. I tried to get a stronger grip on myself and tugged it towards me. The water rushed out of the fountain towards my hand and just held it suspended in the air in a bubble.

the earliest tricks I had first learnt. I remembered the feeling of glee and excitement when I did them for the first time. I remembered hoow I showed it off to Christine every chance I got and she responded

my concentration and the

shook his head. “I could

for you to use them. Your mother was the one who told me about them. I was always curious but I never wanted to

was apologizing but I knew

matter. You did good, baby. Do you think you’ll be

I nodded, I

mood the entire day. Maybe it was because I had finally decided to give training a chance but in

out of thin air but I was getting better at controlling large

an ice bath with a massage to relax. I was trudging back towards my room when a guard approached me. He looked hesitant and a bit

I handed it over to him, he looked mortified. “I am so sorry, your majesty, I am very clumsy. That wasn’t supposed to happen.”

I waved him off. “Is there anything you need?”

escort you to the physician’s

reach Ryker via mind link but his wall was firmly in place. It was weird that he would send a guard instead of getting me himself but I decided not to question it too much and followed the boy. He walked ahead of me and I noticed him paying

got to the physician’s quarters, Ryker was waited outside. I thanked the boy

said it was important. I waited

his son were muttering to themselves and they jumped when they saw us. The room was just as I remembered- there were vials and jars lining every wall filled with weird

this wasn’t something that could be uttered outside of this room. The walls have ears

see that his emotions mirrored mine. He squeezed my hand in silent solidarity and we turned

because I couldn’t trust my

us over to the body and I couldn’t help but feel a pang of pity as I looked down at the boy. He couldn’t have been older than mid–twenties. The physician didn’t seem to hold the same concerns I held in regards to the body

be wrong. I doubt that I am wrong here because I have checked three times just to be certain,” he cleared his throat before continuing. “This boy was dead only a

was his skin so cold then?” I asked. “He looked like he could have frozen