The Rejected Werewolf Princess by Didiadeyemi

RYKER'S POV

There was a deafening silence. The kind that made you want to check if your ears were truly working. Everything almost seemed to move in slow motion- the younger siren stabbed Christine, Camilla rushed over to her and I could have sworn I heard a deafening scream coming from downstairs and I knew it could only have been Juan.

Camilla was mouthing some words but I couldn't hear her, not clearly at least seeing as I still had the earplugs in. I almost didn’t want to take them out, didn’t want to face the carnage that was unfolding in front of me. The little siren girl didn’t move, she just stood there staring at the blood on her hands and then she turned to me. There was something in her eyes, something small, something broken, something fearful that had me snapping into action.

I pulled the earplugs out and grabbed her by the arm before turning to Camilla. “Apply pressure on that- do not let it go, no matter what anyone tells you. I'm going to get the physician.”

I dragged the little siren with me and heard Camilla’s voice. “Where are you taking her? She did this!”

“I know she did, but if I don’t get her out of here, Juan is going to rip her to pieces and we both do not want that"

I saw a war in Camilla’s eyes, part of her wanted it. A tiny part of her wanted justice and I would have been lying if I said a part of me didn’t want it too but I wasn't going to kill a child- at least not without very good reason. Even then, I wasn't sure if I would be able to bring myself to do it. I mind linked the physician telling him where to go and what was going on before taking the girl to one of the guest rooms.

“Why aren't you locking me up?” she asked and I thought about it for a moment. It was what she deserved.

“You can get out of there as easily as you can get out of here.”

“Why let me leave at all? Why not kill me?”

“How old are you?”

She pursed her lips for a second before replying. “Ten.”

“Well, I don't kill ten year olds, and there are many people in this palace who don’t hold the same sentiments especially if they find out what you did to the woman upstairs.”

to do it. I had

I cut her off in a cold voice. “Your mother made her choice and she died for

to leave when I heard her voice. “What happens to me if she dies? Will you

advice is for you to stay put, I said simply before adding. “And if you have anything that you pray to, now is the time to

the key into my pocket before rushing back up the stairs. I could feel the commotion in the air even before I got there. Something had shifted in the atmosphere, the desperation and fear was so thick, it felt like a weighted blanket pressing down on my very being.

Her forehead was slicked with sweat and there was so much blood. I couldn't help but think back to what

and without leaving Christine's side, his eyes turned to daggers. “Where is she? Where

“She is

didn’t agree with his words, I didn't disagree either, I

him like a fiery beast. It was all over him, I could almost reach out and taste it, reach out and warp it to my own desires. I could feel the pulsing inside of

made my way over to

to take the babies out,” the physician mumbled more to himself than to any

“She could die, the babies could die.” “This is the only way I can save her. I also don’t know if any of the babies have been hit, I need to find out and that means

d-" He couldn't even finish the sentence, his words caught in his throat and he placed a soft kiss on Christine's sweaty forehead. I looked up at Christine, shocked to find that she was actually awake- barely, but there. Her eyes were fluttering closed with each passing second and I could see her fighting it.

way he could save both the children and her. I looked over to her stomach, watching with refined eyes as he made an incision over her to take the children out. Their life forces were

and I because all Juan wanted in that moment was his mate, and it wasn't as if I could blame

weeks and they would have been ready to come out. They weren't going to survive, I knew that and I could feel the very essence of their lives calling out to me,

hands. It was her son, he was fighting, trying his hardest to live and I knew I had to

them to live, so instead of pulling their life force to me, I pushed out. At first, nothing happened, then I felt something hot in the center of my gut as energy seemed to pour out

and for a second, I wondered if it hadn't worked until in front of my very eyes, I saw the baby take a deep

to me. “What did you do?” “How do you know it

child in my hands. I didn't know how it happened, I didn't know it COULD happen, I was staring at what was obviously a