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.

was best if I had someone here because he was giving silent emotional support whether I wanted to admit it or not. This wasn’t the best time to be alone but admitting that meant admitting that something was wrong and as far

the wound. I didn’t ask earlier because I hadn’t wanted

happen. The exact moment the physician finished wrapping up my hand, I shot to my

from healing at an accelerated rate,” the physician began. “I am of the opinion that it will heal

for dressing my hand.

the corner of my eye, I managed to catch a glimpse of his expression and I would have preferred

my daughters,” I said

name but I didn’t stop. When he got close enough to me, I felt his hand reach out to grab me so

am just trying to

conversation over again like we have been doing. It has gotten time consuming and exhausting. I didn’t stop you from following me around but the

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‘

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chest when I felt a nudge to check mine. Bristling with worry and anxiety, I slowly made my way over and pushed the

asleep but Audrey was wide awake. She was curled up on her side and whispering to Christine but when she saw me, her eyes widened and she leaped into my arms. I had to use my non–injured

wanted to tell her that Camilla was fine, that I could

on my arm and walking away. I watched her disappear and it was only after the door

heart and raked them over.

trailed off not knowing how to explain, “your mum will be

“What about the scary woman? What

lap and slowly stroked her hair back. She was clean physically but the mental repercussions were what I was worried about. She was looking up at me with a mixture of fear and curiosity as if the mere thought of Reina was scary

saucers. “Your mother is