The Rejected Werewolf Princess by Didiadeyemi

Chapter 187

RYKER’S P.O.V

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I went back to the palace albeit reluctantly. Whether or not I wanted to admit it, Juan was right. I had two daughters who needed my help but I didn’t want to abandon Camilla. She was alive somewhere and she was probably scared and waiting for me to find her butI couldn’t. My hand hurt so badly that when I shifted, it started bleeding profusely. Juan and I had to wrap it in his shirt and hold it until we got back to the palace because it just wouldn’t stop.

When we arrived, the physician was waiting out there for us. A small part of me had expected Christine to be there too but I was grateful that she wasn’t. I wasn’t sure I would be able to look her in the eye after what had just happened. How did I look someone like her in the eye and tell her that I wasn’t smart enough or fast enough to stop her cousin from going over a cliff. It was insanely stupid at best and careless at worst.

“His hand is badly hurt,” Juan explained and I rolled my eyes.

“I can speak for myself,” I muttered with disdain as the physician made his way over to look at my hand closer. “It isn’t anything bad, I just need you to wrap it up so that I can see my girls.”

The physician pursed his lips. “Your majesty, this needs more than just wrapping. You are not healing from it. I don’t know why that would happen and I need to find out.”

I turned to him with narrowed eyes. “Let me make one thing clear. I came here for my girls. As soon as the sun rises in the f**king sky, I am out of here to find my mate. I don’t care what you do or how you do it but you better f**king do it before then. Am I clear?”

He swallowed deeply and I could smell the tangy scent of fear as it emanated from him. I wasn’t like this on my best days and it should have said something about me that I was like this today but I couldn’t bring myself to care. The physician nodded in understanding and gestured for me to come with him. We made our way to his quarters which was already prepared for me.

I made a point to ignore the bed that had been perfectly laid and sat on the chair. There was nothing that was going to make me spend the night in this room. I didn’t care if my hand was dangling off by a tendon and about to fall off. I would rather have one hand than both hands and my mate still be missing.

“It looks like a very deep burn, your majesty,” the physician explained as he dumped rubbing alcohol into the wound. I couldn’t stop myself from hissing out in pain. The wound was at risk of infection or so he kept

mumbling under his breath as he tried his hardest to clean it out.

stood a few feet to the left. He was pacing quietly and I wanted to tell him that his presence was doing more harm than good but on second thought, I realized that it was best if I had someone here because he was giving silent emotional support whether I wanted to admit it or

I asked once the physician started to dress the wound. I didn’t ask earlier because I hadn’t wanted them to see me like that. “I need

for tackling me to the bed, that wasn’t going to happen. The exact moment the physician finished wrapping up my hand, I shot to my feet. I was a bit dizzy and it

healing at an accelerated rate,” the physician began. “I am of the opinion that it will heal but at the rate a human does so we are looking at two months at

cut him off. “Thank you for dressing my hand. That

could say another word. Out of the corner of my eye, I managed to catch a glimpse of his expression and I would have preferred if there was annoyance or

I said

me but I barely paid any attention to him. He called out my name but I didn’t stop. When he got close enough to me, I felt his hand reach out to grab me so I spoke in a cold and soft voice. “If you

am just

I said simply. “I don’t want to have this conversation over again like we have been doing. It has gotten

didn’t hear him speak after that because he turned on his heels and walked off. I should have felt bad for running him off but I couldn’t bring myself to. I made my way up the stairs to the girls‘ rooms only to find them

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with worry and anxiety, I slowly made my way over and pushed the

eyes widened and she leaped into my arms. I had to use my non–injured arm to grab her and I held her as close as I could manage.

couldn’t look away. There was something utterly damaged about her. I wanted to tell her that Camilla was fine, that I could feel it but I couldn’t bring myself to say the words. They

my arm and walking away. I watched

she whispered and it felt like someone had taken claws to my heart and

knowing how to explain, “your mum will be here soon. You just need to be a

“What about the scary woman? What happened to her?”

I was worried about. She was looking up at me with a mixture of fear and curiosity as if the mere thought

saucers. “Your mother is so