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.”

did but she was my mate and at the end of the day, was always going to defend her. “We have the dolls and they think her memory is coming back. This might be a good way to catch them in the act. They will be panicking and Marie will make a mistake. It was a spur of the moment decision

wasn't sure if they knew I was just defending her or if they truly believed me but no one questioned it. Christine just sighed and nodded. There was nothing more to be said

strike. We don't know who or what we are dealing with. We have to be careful. I don’t want anyone

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

to her. “I put you in a position where you had to

agree with it but I trust you and I trust that you will not do anything with the intention to hurt us. That is why I

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

is focus on what we

visit. There was far too much going on

as she got close to us. “Ryker, can I talk

furrowed. “Is it important

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

this somewhere private,” I grabbed her by the hand and led her towards the private living room. It was the closest to

asking you that,” she snapped back. “Is Christine alright? I haven't heard anything about what happenec to her. No one tells

she is still resting. You could

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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

here. I understand Christine 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 is about? Do

“What does that mean?”