The Rejected Werewolf Princess by Didiadeyemi

Chapter 163

RYKER’S P.O.V

The wind whipped through my fur as I ran, I wasn’t going my fastest because if I did, the game would be over in seconds and I wanted to draw it out as long as possible. The chase was the most fun part of everything. It made catching her all the more worth it. I saw her light fur as she weaved through the smaller trees. She was truly taking my words into consideration and taking paths I didn’t recognize but she didn’t realize I had a better memory than she did, I came into these woods more than her and I knew them like the back of my hand.

I took a right and I felt her confusion down the bond because that was the completely opposite direction from where she was going. Regardless of that, she kept running. I could still see her out of the corner of my eye, my wolf vision was something to be rivaled. I wasn’t sure if it had improved since becoming prince but it was almost as if my senses were sharper

Once I started hearing the sound of the stream, I took a sharp left just as she was coming out of the trees. She ran into me but I turned us over at the last minute so I would absorb the impact of the hit. She let out a whine while I laughed. She was

on top

of me sporting what looked like a small frown and I leaned up to lick her face- technically, my wolf did but in this state, we were one and the same.

Our thoughts were always the same when it came to her, I never had to fight him, we just wanted her happy. A lot of people found it hard to control their wolves once shifted, it was the reason most people didn’t do it often but I had learned from a young age how to become one with my wolf. We rarely argued or had differences, it was like having another living, breathing soul with the same thoughts and ideas..

“You cheated,” Camilla complained still lying on top of me. I immediately flipped us over before slowly getting off her and nudging her towards the lake. “You

ambushed me.”

“There was nothing against going through a short cut. My job was to catch you and I did.”

She huffed and turned away from me. She wasn’t truly upset, I knew that much so I waited until she had finished lapping up the water before I nudged her back to the ground and wrapped my large form around her. At first, she tried pulling away

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just lay there wrapped up in each other as the breeze it our skin. It was a different kind of bliss, one that couldn’t

“Thank you for this. I didn’t realize how much I needed it until you

side. “We all need a break now and again. You work too hard and

have a question. How are we going to get our clothes back, I don’t even know

“We’ll find it.”

family safe in the palace, there was nothing more that I needed. Everything else was calmly situated in the back of my mind where it belonged. At least, it was, until I heard a twig snap. My spine stilled and my ears twitched as I tried to

her wolf form, she rolled her eyes at me. She had a problem with my over protectiveness, she always did but until I found out what that was, I wasn’t letting her go anywhere near it. I lifted my nose in the air trying to take a sniff but what I got back nearly had me throwing up. It smelled like rotting flesh and death. Death didn’t have a particular scent but

smell?” Camilla asked but I didn’t respond. She rose on all fours

run then you run,

“Whatever.”

the opposite side of the stream. I let out a loud growl warning whoever it was to stay the f uck back but to no one’s surprise, they didn’t. When the leaves cleared I was not expecting to see a man there. He looked even

his skin was black, as if every cell in it had died. His eyes were hollow and they looked empty, he was fixated

me,” he pleaded and the next thing I knew, he was falling

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her.

“But-”

the man but he felt heavier than a person was supposed to.

looked around as if expecting to see Camilla. “Where is she? Please, I need her help. She said

If he was from the pack then I could access his mind link. His mind was different than most others I had come to relate with. It was like a deserted hallway filled with cobwebs, the scent of death lingered even in his mind also.

I asked. “Who told you that the Queen

this to me,” he responded with a voice softer than a feather. “She said that only the Queen could heal me. She said it was a test, she said she was helping her grow and