Filed to story: The Rejected Werewolf Princess (Camilla & Tyson) by Didi Adeyemi >>
“Are you okay?” he asked and I nodded, “you look a little green.”
I shook my head which was a mistake because it made my entire head pound, “I’m fine, I just need to take a bath and go to bed.”
He went quiet for a second then he pulled back from me and disappeared into his closet. When he returned, he was in silk pajama trousers and he was shirtless. He picked me up bridal style and carried me into the bathroom where he deposited me on the floor.
Before I could ask what he was doing, he slowly stripped my clothes off me, never once taking his eyes off my face as he did so. He balled up the sweaty clothes and put them in the hamper before picking me up again. and putting me in the tub.
He filled the tub with warm water and that was when he brought a wash cloth.
“I can do it,” I told him but he ignored me and soaped it up, “Ryker, I’m serious.”
“Let me do this for you.”
There was a sort of plea and vulnerability in his voice that had me pausing in my tracks and nodding. He washed my entire b*dy and even when his hands brushed against the sensitive parts of me; it felt more intimate than S**ual.
He cleaned me up and wiped me down with a fluffy towel then carried me back into the room again. He placed me on the bed and retrieved a white nightgown for me. Before he put it on me, he let his eyes roam my b*dy and then he went on his knees in front of me.
I was confused as to what he was doing until his finger softly traced the barely there scar on my stomach. I watched him as he traced it in silence then he stood to his feet and helped me put on the nightgown.
As soon as I was dressed, there was a knock on the door and Ryker opened it to reveal Eve. She had a small flash in her hands along with a mug that was steaming hot. She placed both of them on the table and left immediately.
Ryker handed me the cup and I realized it was tea.
“Drink,” he instructed, “it will help you fall asleep.”
“Ryker you don’t have to do all of this,” I whispered as I took the cup from him, “I’m just a little tired that’s all.”
He smiled knowingly and k*ssed my forehead, “You’re my mate,” he explained, “if you are in pain or discomfort then so am I. I don’t care if it is tiredness or if you pr icked your finger on a rose thorn. I will do everything in my power to ease your discomforts or I will never be comfortable myself.”
I sighed in resignation because I knew I wasn’t going to win with him and drank the tea. When I was done, he took the cup from me and gestured for me to lie down.
After lying down, he crawled into bed beside me and pulled me into his chest-pulled me over his chest sounds like a better description if I’m being honest. He was sitting up and I was practically draped all over his b*dy.
“Don’t you have to work?” I asked and he hummed, “you should be getting dressed to leave.”
“Don’t worry about me Camilla.”
“I don’t want you to be late.”
He laughed at my words, “I’m the Alpha Camilla, I cannot be late.”
“Ryker,” I began again and he sighed.
“I will work from home today,” I was about to protest and he knew it too because he cut me off, “nothing you say will change anything. I will be more useful here where I can keep an eye on you. If I go there, I will spend my entire day worried.”
“I’m sorry that I’m disrupting your life so much.”
His entire b*dy froze at my words and one second I was lying down, the next I was sitting straddling him and he was gripping my jaw so I wouldn’t look away from him.
“You have never disrupted my life,” his voice was low and he enunciated every word, “it is a pleasure and a privilege to look after you.”
“I was just-,”
“Understand me Camilla,” he cut me off, “I will look after you forever if you give me the chance. You have never been a disruption or a bother.” I nodded and he k*ssed my l*ps softly then lay me flush against his b*dy once more. His fingers began to run through my scalp and the feeling was so blissfully euphoric that I felt my eyes begin to droop of their own accord. I tried to fight it for as long as I could, but sleep kept pulling me under.
“I’ll be here when you wake up.” Ryker promised and that was all I needed to finally allow the darkness take me.
When I woke up, I actually didn’t expect to see Ryker. Some part of me thought that he had only said that in order to get me to sleep but when my mind came into focus; I was shocked to see Ryker sitting up on the bed with a bunch of papers in his hands and beside him.
I knew he had to be uncomfortable as hell because I was draped all over his legs and he was seated up against the headboard and trying to do hist work without bothering me at all.
I shifted in his lap and he immediately ceased all movements. I peered up at him and he immediately pushed the papers aside in favor of giving me all of his attention. I sat up trying to ignore the pounding headache I was feeling at the back of my skull and I offered him a small smile.
“Hi,” I said sheepishly and I saw the corner of his l*ps quirk up.
“Hi back,” I smiled at him, “How are you?”
“I feel, better,” I paused before adding the last part wondering whether or not I should tell him about the headache but I stayed silent.
He ran his hand down my cheek softly, “You still have a fever.”
“It’s probably nothing,” I tried to assure him, “I’m sure it’ll go down on its own.”
He frowned deeply, “I don’t want to take that chance.”
He stood to his feet and I watched in silence as he rang the bell by his side of the bed. Shortly after ringing it, there was a knock on the door and Ryker opened it to reveal Eve holding a tray of food.
She offered me a small smile as she placed the broth and bread on the table next to me. She bowed to me and then Ryker before exiting the room and leaving us draped in complete silence.