The Rejected Werewolf Princess by Didiadeyemi

RYKER'S POV

We were thankfully able to get out of the room before Marie and Peggy returned but we took the dolls with us. I held onto them because Camilla wanted nothing to do with it. There were four dolls in total and I was more annoyed by the fact that they were not easily identifiable. They all looked the same, there was no hair or any defining features to figure out who the dolls controlled. Whoever had taken their time to create them had done so in a way that even now, we couldnt pin them to it.

“Is it possible that they were planted?” Christine asked. She was out of the physician's quarters but her movements had been very limited.

Even now, it took a lot of convincing on her part to even let Juan consider letting her come to the council room. He wanted to always have a close eye on her. He was still worried that something was going to her and I couldn't help but wonder if one of the dolls was for her. I didn't want to jump to conclusions which was why I had said nothing.

“I don't think so,” it was Camilla who answered. She was seated next to me with her hands crossed over her chest. “They were hidden very well and we would never have found them if the entire room wasn't searched. Something very weird is going on and I have no idea what it is.”

“Any luck with Marie and Peggy?” Christine asked but she shook her head.

“Their stories still don't align and neither of them is willing to talk about it anymore. I can try but I don’t want to come on as pushy or they might suspect that something is up. I already told them that I was getting part of my memory back-"

There was silence all around the room and it felt good to know that I wasn’t the only one who thought it was absolutely absurd for her to tell them that without first weighing the pros and cons. No one spoke and I saw Camilla shift anxiously in her seat. It took a full minute of silence before Juan finally broke the silence.

“Did you just say that you told them you had gotten your memory back?” he sounded exasperated and slightly annoyed.

“I told them I was having flashes of memory,” she corrected. “I thought if I told them that, it would give me some insight and I would be able to figure something out. I thought it would put whoever is responsible on the spot and they would make a stupid mistake.”

“How is that working out for you?” Christine sassed. “You asked us to keep this as a secret and we did. Why would you suddenly go behind our backs and damn it all to hell? It doesn’t make any semse to me right now.”

of the day, was always going to defend her. “We have the dolls and they think her memory is coming back.

if they truly believed me but no

animal is bound to strike. We don't know who or what we are dealing with. We have to be careful.

because we had a dead woman on the loose did not mean that we were exempt from our duties at the palace. It was exhausting to say the least and there were days I couldn't help but crave the less hectic life I had as a simple Alpha. I didn’t have a lot of responsibilities, it was just me, my family and my pack. I didn’t have an

that,” Camilla whispered making me turn to her. “I put you in a position

you because I wanted to. You made a choice, you thought about it and you thought it was the right one. might not agree with it but I trust you and I trust

sighed. “I think we are in way over our heads with this one. I don’t even know what to

we can do is focus on what we do

a visit. There was far too much going on at this point and what was worse was that she

got close to

“Is

me to realize that she wasn’t joking. Camilla gave me

and led her towards the private living room. It was the closest to us and there were guards permanently stationed outside to prevent eavesdroppers and people

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in her tone that led me to realize that this was more than I thought. I leaned back in the chair and watched her carefully. She had her hands crossed against her chest and she was too tense, too stoic. She didn’t come for a conversation, she came prepared for a potential argument and the honest truth was that I was far too tired to engage in an argument with anyone. “Tell me what the problem is, Riley,” I sighed. “I cannot read your mind. I don’t know what you are thinking. Something is upsetting you and unless you tell me exactly what

because of everything that happened with Damien but even you and Camilla barely look at me Did I do something wrong by choosing Damien? Is that what this

“What does that mean?”