The Rejected Werewolf Princess by Didiadeyemi

Chapter 159

RYKER’S P.O.V

There was an underlying tone of panic ru There was an underlying tone of panic running through the palace over the next two days. We had kept the issue with the crops nder wraps but Camilla was working herself to death trying to find a way to control her powers. She had been trying for months but so far was only able to stop it if the tug was slight- whatever that meant. I hated that I didn’t understand what was happening because it meant I couldn’t help.

She barely came back to bed unless she was too exhausted to move or passed out and I had to carry her in. It didn’t matter that she was working herself to an early

didn’t care. She felt solely responsible for everything that happened and no matter how many times I told her that she wasn’t, she didn’t listen.

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This morning, she managed to sleep in and I didn’t wake her up. When the maid arrived to rouse her for training, I sent her away. She slept well into ten a.m. before she finally woke. I was seated by the edge of the bed with a tray of breakfast ready for her. I saw the confusion on her face get replaced with a small smile for one full minute before the panic kicked in and she leaped from the bed like one being chased.

“Camilla, stop,” I said softly but she wouldn’t listen to me. Her attention was elsewhere as she tried to gather her bearings. “I canceled all your training for the day. I sent Loris home and I asked the maid not to make

you.”

every

She stilled in a way that was so comical, I would have laughed had it not been a dire situation. She turned to face me slowly and her face was devoid of emotion as she spoke. “Why would you do that?”

“Because you need a break, have you taken a second to look at the bags under your eyes?”

“That is a weird way to tell your mate that she looks beautiful.”

I sighed as I stood to my feet, abandoning the tray of food on the bed. I crossed the length of the room until I was standing in front of her, I wasn’t sure who made her night gowns but they were a dream. They flowed to the floor unhindered but somehow managed to give a perfect silhouette of her curves. Every time I saw her in them, I was blown away and grateful that I was the only man who got to see her like this.

I ran my hands up her shoulders softly until m fingers tangled in her hair. I tipped

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need to rest, Camilla. You are exhausted and if you continue

“I am getting closer.”

at least, something

she argued. “I know I can,

your best and that should be enough for now,” I walked her over to the bed and led her to sit gently. “Relax, eat, you have a day off and goddess knows how many you will be able

suspicion climbed up her spine. “Why did you say

importance right now,” I gave her a small smile. “The elders asked us to meet with them but they can wait. This

She froze for a second but in no time, she melted against my lips and I felt her shoulders sag with relief. It was a dream to feel her

throat.

“Eat, baby, please.”

exactly what she

eyes of hers, I couldn’t bring myself to

noon. The elders were quick to assemble in the council room although they didn’t look pleased about it. We had formed a sort of cordial relationship where we only met when things were dire, we mostly tried to stay out of each other’s way because it was not

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drawled as Camilla and I made our way in. “We were under the notion that this meeting would hold in

holding now,” was Camilla’s

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a downright pity about the crops that died. People are worried that there will not be enough food for the year. That farmer was one of the

have enough to eat. We have store houses filled with to eat. We have store houses filled with grain, I am sure that some can be taken out for the people,” I cut him off and

“Yes, your majesty.”

would have to

cut off when the door flew open. At first, I thought it was Christine because only a member of the royal family would dare to throw open the council doors like that. I was

him. I turned

is a man, outside, he is walking but he is dead, you

barely reached when the poor boy slumped. He was still breathing but it was clear that