The Rejected Werewolf Princess by Didiadeyemi

CAMILLA'S POV

The moment I found the girl bound and alone in the woods, I knew it had been a trap to separate Ryker and I. She was terrified but relatively unharmed. As soon as she was free, she rushed over to me and in that moment, I wasn't the Queen, I was just the person who had saved her. She was younger than I had expected, she couldn't have been any more than sixteen and I couldn't imagine all that she had to go through.

“Are you alright?” I asked once she pulled back and she nodded.

“I apologize for rushing towards you like that, I"

“You don't have to apologize,” I waved her off. “Do you want to tell me how you got here or would you like to see your sister first? She is in the palace.”

“I can explain,” she cleared her throat and stood up straighter. “One of the elders came to me, he said that you wanted the palace off lockdown. He asked me to come with him and the next thing I knew, I was here”

“Thank you for explaining, that was-" my words died in my throat when I felt something tense in my chest. It almost felt like someone had wrapped their hand around my heart and was squeezing tightly. I could see the girl and the guards watching me with wary expressions so I forced a neutral look on my face. “Take her back in, make sure she is given clean clothes and take her sister to her. There is something I must do.”

“Your majesty,” one of the guards began hesitantly. “We were under strict orders to not leave you alone”

“And I am releasing you of those orders,” I snapped.

He knew better than to directly disobey so he bowed and walked off. As soon as he was gone, I allowed myself to stop pretending. I placed my hands on my knees, trying and failing to catch my breath. The pressure on my chest was getting worse and I wasn't sure how, but I just knew where to go. I allowed instinct guide me until I was much deeper into the forest. I saw a house in the distance and what I saw there had me freezing.

me, it was the people around him. I

asked, a cruel smirk playing on his lips. I wasn't sure what game he was playing at, but the girl behind Ryker

him!” yelled out and all eyes turned to me,

at me before turning back to Ryker. “You can see the witch, can't you? This is a test, she wants

he were actually listening to

know who I

forward but it was almost like there was something blocking me from doing so. It was like an invisible field of air. I pushed against it but all to no avail. When I glanced back at the woman standing behind Ryker, she had an amused expression on her face. I immediately knew that she had something to do with it. They weren't rogues like I had earlier thought, they were probably

Ryker but there was a thick mental wall between us. It was much stronger than his usual wall and it felt and smelled suspiciously of darkness and death. I wasn't sure how I knew, but this felt like Ryker’s test, the one that would determine if

to me. It's me, you know that it is. I would never lie to you. These people aren't who you think they

even I fell silent. There was something melodious and charming about her voice, something that seemed to almost sing out to me. “She's a witch, she's trying to make you think that she is your mate, but I

fists against the barrier between Ryker and I. If I could just reach out to him, if I could just touch him, then perhaps I could have saved him. If he could have just touched me then he would have known that I was his

once more. “Kill her, please. Protect us." “No!” I screamed. “Kill them, they are trying to use you. They are lying to you. Our daughters are at home, they are in their rooms probably sleeping. You

little

seeing and hearing what I thought he was then I knew that was going to be his undoing. There was little to nothing he wouldn't have done for our daughter so I wasn't completely surprised when

was wrapped around my feet. The moment I came in contact with the magic, I felt cold and empty. I smelled death and decay

witches said

the fangs I had come to associate with vampires. They had rows upon rows of jagged teeth like it had been

killed me and I was determined not to waste it. if he was going to remember my last words, then I needed him to remember me well. “Witch,” Ryker snarled, his voice wasn't his. It was much deeper and guttural. It was the first word he had spoken since