The Rejected Werewolf Princess by Didiadeyemi

CAMILLA'S POV

Marie was whispering on about something but my mind was back at the physician's room with Christine. I hadn't gotten any updates from Ryker and while I knew I could very well just ask; I didn’t want to rouse any suspicion from Marie. She didn’t seem to be worried at all, in fact, it seemed like Christine was the last thing on her mind.

“Do you think she is badly hurt?” I asked and she stopped mid rant to turn to me. “Christine, she just passed out like that. She could be badly hurt. What do you think?”

“I think she has the best physician in the world looking after her so she will be fine,” she said it so dismissively. “I cannot imagine how considerably lucky she has to be to have the best staff on hand ready to attend to her every need. Most people don't have the privilege of having a physician waiting for them when they pass out.”

“True, but at least she is getting help. Isn't that what matters? She could be hurt and we should just be happy that she is receiving medical attention.”

She snorted. “What matters is that I don’t care about her. She has the physician to do that. Do you know how many people would kill to have a physician who was at their beck and call? Do you know how many people die because they don't have access to healthcare?”

“What does that have to do with Christine passing out and being hurt?”

“It has everything to do with that,” he spat. “She and all the other royals are just living in undeniably luxury while the rest of the world suffers.”

It sounded like there was a hint of jealousy in her tone and it hit me that Marie was jealous of the people in the palace. It didn't matter that she was living in here now, it didn’t matter that others outside would see her like they would see us, to her, she was different. If you are not reading this novel on Jobn'i’ b.com, some sentences are incomplete. To her, we were privileged and entitled and she wanted that for herself. “Il am a palace girl, Marie,” I drawled and to her credit, her cheeks flushed pink. “It feels good to know that is how you think about me.”

“Come on, Camilla, you know I was not referring to you. You are not one of them.”

“Aren't I?” I shot back. “I am the Queen after all, I am the most royal of them all”

She seemed to be having trouble choosing her next words. She opened her mouth to speak but no words would come out. She seemed frustrated but it wasn’t directed at herself, it was pointed outwards at everyone else. I found the nearest bench and took a seat on it while waiting for her to finally say something.

“You don't get to blame me for what I said,” she said finally crossing her arms over her chest and I raised a brow. “You saw how we lived out there and you can see how life is here. Can you see the gap in the way of life? They have too much, why can’t you see that? They should be giving it all away. No one should live like this.”

packs in need? I may not know much but from what I know, the money here is not jus thrown around on frivolous living. What is wrong with you anyway?

I needed a physician's bed, I didn’t get one so screw

topic and even more excited now that it meant I could finally ask. “What do you mean? Are you

don't pretend like my mother has not already told you. She does not know how to keep her mouth shut. Everyone in the town knows.

a friend,” I lied. “She said

spat. “They lured me into the woods and they would have killed me too. I lay there on the floor bleeding out and dying. I would have died too had someone not come to find me. I was taken to the physician and even he didn't want to treat me because we didn’t have any money so yes, I am being prejudiced and yes, I am being a terrible person but I have a

her outburst. It was completely different from the one that her mother had told me. “Peggy said that

in the most boring tone, she said, “I thought you didn’t know

I tried to lie but she

feet and brushed imaginary dirt off her dress. “I should never have spoken in the first place. She is your cousin after all and you

words. it didn’t sound like an ordinary greeting, it sounded like a warning, like a clue. Before I could stop myself, I found myself sprinting down the halls until

tried to get me to speak but I couldn't. I pushed the door open ignoring the physician who was standing at the foot of the bed and Juan who was holding Christine's hand. My attention was solely fixated on my

I asked and her brows furrowed in confusion. “Humor me, Christine, what did you do? Where

attended the meeting that we had. What is

again,” I cut her off and her eyes widened. I felt Ryker still by my side. “It was a passing comment but it sounded like a warning. She said she hopes we

Ryker who whispered and reached out to hold me gently.

You have to trust me on this one. It sounded like

think you might be reading

no reason why we should not take our time to fin out if something was done. I don’t want

at Juan who

and slowly pulled me out of the room.

nothing. “Tell me what you

her and by the time I was done, Ryker was just staring at me. He ran his hands down his face in obvious exhaustion

suspect something,” I said softly and he cocked a brow. “She acted weird, Ryker. You didn’t see he! but I know she suspected something. I don’t know what she did to Christine