Filed to story: The Rejected Werewolf Princess (Camilla & Tyson) by Didi Adeyemi >>
Ryker broke off his staring and took off the lid from the tray to reveal a bowl of broth with garlic bread and some tea.
Just like earlier, Ryker fed me and after the initial awkward tension was gone, it was actually a pretty soft and intimate moment. I would never admit it out loud but I genuinely liked it and I didn’t want it to end.
“What oversized scarf was she talking about?” he asked and it took me a second to realize that he was talking about my earlier conversation with Eve.
“She was teaching me knitting,” I admitted sheepishly, “It started the day you left. I was bored and she offered to teach me.”
“Do you enjoy it?”
I shrugged, “it is fun but I think I enjoy the company more.”
He hummed to himself and placed the now empty bowl of broth back on the tray. Giving me the tea was a bit trickier but he managed it and soon, that tra
He ran his hand down my curls softly and pressed a k*ss to my forehead. He was about to leave when I grabbed his arm to hold him in place. He stared at me waiting for me to respond and I hesitated for a second not knowing what to say or how to stay it.
“Do you want me stay?” he asked and I nodded eagerly.
I was grateful that he managed to figure out what I wanted without me having to say it. I doubt I would have been able to say it myself if he hadn’t asked me.
He sat on the chair and when I tried to pull my hand away from his, he gripped it tightly in his palm. We spoke about literally everything and anything and after a while, I noticed that he was rubbing small circles on the back of my palm.
I wasn’t sure if he realized he was even doing it and I wasn’t going to point it out to him because regardless of everything, I kind of enjoyed it.
By day three, I was already fed up of being in the hospital. I was barely allowed to move by myself or even stand up from the bed without. supervision.
I think Ryker’s blood sped up the healing process because I was to have my stitches taken out today and if all went as planned, I might be allowed to leave the hospital. I was so excited by the time Lucy came into the hospital room that she laughed and told me to calm down.
Taking out the stitches hurt badly and I was thankful I wasn’t awake when I was being stitched up because I couldn’t imagine how painful it must have been at that time.
As soon as she was done, she stood to her feet and offered me a smile, “Would you like to look at it?”
I shook my head, “No thanks, I don’t really want to see it.”
“That’s fine,” she pulled down my hospital gown and helped me to my feet. My side still hurt on various occasions but it wasn’t as bad as when I had come in.
I was suddenly jealous of all the werewolves who had the luxury of quick healing. If I could heal this quickly then my life would have been so much easier to handle. I would have never had to worry about working. while sick or working with a busted ankle.
“When can I go back home?” I asked and when she shot me a wary glance
I was quick to add, “I promise that I won’t do any strenuous work. I promise to have as much bed rest as possible and I also will not train until you give me the go ahead.”
“I don’t know,” she began, “You aren’t a full werewolf and although the blood should heal you quickly, I don’t want to risk anything that will put you in harm’s way.”
“Please,” I clasped my hands together, “I swear I won’t do anything to jeopardize my recovery.”
She stared at me for a second before sighing, “Fine, but you aren’t allowed to wear corsets or any tight fitting material on your torso until further notice.”
“Thank you.” I didn’t quite mind her rule, I wasn’t a huge fan of the constricting material and I would take any excuse to not have to wear it. She left probably to inform Ryker and while I was rejoicing, Eve walked in with some clothes. I knew it should have taken at least fifteen minutes for her to arrive and while she helped me into my outfit I realized that Lucy probably already had plans to release me today.
Eve helped me into my outfit because I couldn’t do it myself and we had just finished with it when Ryker knocked on the door. I knew it was him because he has a certain pattern in which he knocks. Eve pulled it open and he gave me a soft smile.
“If you’re ready then we can leave,” he said and I nodded almost too eagerly which made him laugh.
He grasped my elbow with his hand and led me outside and towards the carriage. I saw the usual coachman standing next to it and when he saw he bowed low. All I could offer in return was a small smile and that was when I noticed the intricate steps by the carriage.
me,
“To make it easier for you,” Ryker whispered and suddenly I was touched.
He didn’t have to do it but he did it to help me and I had to fight back the tears that welled up in my eyes as I took the steps one at a time. By the time I was settled inside the carriage, Ryker sat next to me, all the while not letting go of my hand.
The ride to the house was quiet and it wasn’t as bumpy as usual. I wouldn’t have put it past Ryker to tell the coachmen to take a less bumpy road and drive slower than usual for my benefit.
It took us almost twice the usual time to arrive at the house and when we did, I felt a wave of relief rush over my b*dy. Somewhere along the lines
I had started to look at this house as my home and being away from it had me feeling anxious and eager to be back.
Ryker helped me out of the carriage and I stood there staring at the large building for far longer than I should have. It was Ryker’s hand at the small of my back that snapped me back to reality.
I looked up at him and saw him sporting a worrying look, “Is everything okay?” he asked and I nodded, “You were staring with a weird look in your eyes. Are you sure?”
“I am,”
“If you’re in pain or something, I could have Lucy here in a few minutes. tops.”
“I’m fine Ryker,” I assured him, “I’m just glad to be home.”
It took me a little over a week to get healed. To be fair, I was fine and could walk around and do things on my own from like two days before but Ryker wouldn’t have it. I had told him time and time again that I was fine but he didn’t want to take any chances and had Lucy come over to look me over.
She told him that I looked fine but he had her run a few tests and do a full b*dy check out. She obliged him and when she was done, she told him that I was good to go but advised that I still take things easy so my b*dy can get used to doing them gain.
It was a relief honestly because it meant that I could finally start doing things by myself. Ryker had babied me endlessly since I got hurt and Eve was no better. She was in my room every morning to help me get dressed and I barely went downstairs because according to Ryker ‘it could hurt my side’
After Lucy left, I went into the bathroom to get freshened up for the day and decided to take a look at what was left of the injury. Both were now scars on my skin that I hoped would go away soon. I knew the only thing that could scar a wolf was silver but I didn’t know how long this would take to fade. The last thing I want is a scar on my b*dy reminding me that I almost died. That is why I haven’t even looked at it since.
I forced my feet to lead me away from the mirror and into the bathtub where I sat down for a long soak. I don’t know how long I sat there but I didn’t move until my skin pruned up and the water became cold.
I stepped out of the bath and for some reason I felt weird. I don’t know how to explain it but I just felt tired and my bones felt a little weak.