Filed to story: The Rejected Werewolf Princess (Camilla & Tyson) by Didi Adeyemi >>
“Camilla,” I stopped mid rant to look at him, “It doesn’t matter, I don’t care or mind doing all of this. If you don’t feel safe then it is my job to make you feel safe. If you still feel the need to worry then I’m not doing something right, not you. I will try my hardest to make sure that you never have to worry.”
He ran his thumb across my cheek to get rid of a tear that I didn’t know had sl*pped free from my eyes.
“I promise you that I will never do anything that makes you feel like you have to second guess us or our mating. All you have to do is talk to me and tell me when something makes you feel uncomfortable and I will do everything I can to make sure that you never feel like that.”
By this time, I couldn’t control the tears that were sl*pping. I hadn’t expected him to bare it all out for me and give me the reassurance that I didn’t know I needed. All I could do was nod as he wiped away my tears and p**ssed a lingering k*ss to my forehead.
He didn’t say another word, until the tears had stopped falling. He just sat with me silently and pulled me into his ch*st. His arms wound around me tightly and for the first time in a very long time, I felt completely at peace in someone else’s arms. I felt like there was nothing I had to worry about.
When I was a little more composed, I pulled back from him and I could see him searching my features to know if I was alright or not.
“I’m fine,” I assured him as I wiped my face clean with my hands, “I think I just needed that.” He chuckled under his breath, “I’m sorry I put a damper on the mood.”
“You didn’t,” he held onto my hands tightly but it was obvious from the exp**ssion on my face that I didn’t believe him, “To show you that you didn’t, I’ll tell you the reason I actually brought you out here.”
My spine straightened as curiosity burned through me. I wanted to ask him to tell me immediately but no words could come out. I saw the corner of his l*ps quirk up because I knew my wall was down and he could feel my burning curiosity.
He reached into the picnic basket and retrieved a book that I didn’t even realize was there. He slowly took his time fl*pping through the pages and I felt my anticipation burn across my skin. I knew he was doing it on purpose to keep the suspense at an all time high and I was determined to not physically show him how eager I was to find out.
“I was doing some research today,” he began slowly, “And I came across. this book. It is old; at least eighteen years old if I’m not mistaken and it contains an updated information guide on the royal family.”
I haven’t heard much about the royal family but from what I know, they are the highest ranking werewolves in the world. A rumor says they aren’t actually werewolves and they were blessed by the moon goddess herself which is why they have powers they can control. Most of their lives are a secret and the rest of us only know what they want us to know.
“What about that did you want to show me?” I asked and he placed the book in my lap and tapped a passage.
I didn’t need to read it out because it seemed he had already memorized it and he read it out for me while my eyes ran over the words.
“The princess was kidnapped from us. Our priestess tells us that she will not be found now or within the next decade. She may not remember us when she is so I will tell you how to spot her.”
“She has hair the color of warm chocolate and eyes shaped like almonds. She will not shift until after she is marked by her mate as is tradition for our family. Her fur color is to be determined but her eyes will be amber and the most important thing to note will be the birthmark on her shoulder in the shape of our family’s crest.”
When I was done reading, I looked up at Ryker and when I saw the look in his eyes I shook my head.
“You can’t believe this is me,” I pushed the book back to him, “I’m not a princess, I’m an omega.”
“You have everything listed there Camilla, down to the mark on your shoulder in your wolf and human form.”
“It’s not me.” I shook my head and stood to my feet, “I want to go back home now.”
I could see that he didn’t agree with my choice but he nodded and slowly gathered up the picnic supplies. I expected him to be annoyed that I shut down his idea but he gave me a warm smile and held out his hand for me. to take.
“Let’s go home.”
I avoided Ryker for the rest of the day. It was a bit difficult considering we slept in the same bed and live in the same house but I would like to believe that I did my best despite the circumstances and situation.
Throughout the day I couldn’t help but think about what he had told me and the more I thought about it, the more farfetched it became. I’m sure there are a million brown haired and brown eyed women who didn’t shift until they met their mates and have bird like tattoos on their shoulders. I cannot be the only one, right?
I can’t be a princess. It would make zero sense in the grand scheme of things. I am an omega, that’s what I have always been and that’s what I will always be. It would make no sense for me to be a princess, not after everything that has happened.
A part of me wondered what if it was true. I couldn’t help it but a part of me was genuinely curious and intrigued about the idea but I just couldn’t find it in myself to consider the slim possibility.
As I glanced at Ryker who was sitting next to me on the dining table, I could tell that I was just being unfair to him. His eyes had never once strayed from me all morning. In fact, his eyes had never strayed from me since yesterday when I abruptly ended the conversation.
He had walked next to me silently, he never once pushed for a conversation but just simply followed me around and waited until I was ready to speak to him. Riley noticed the tension bet**en us and I noticed she would glance bet**en us at different times but she never once said a word.
“Are you going to work today?” Ryker was shocked that I was speaking to him but I saw a small smile grace his l*ps.
“I was thinking of working from here.” He offered with a small shrug, “My beta, Damian is returning from a retreat.”
I saw Riley perk up at the mention of Damien and I knew there was more to that story than she was telling me. I decided to file that information away for future use and decided to focus my attention on patching things. up with Ryker.
“Will he be visiting?” I asked and he shrugged.
“Damien does what Damien wants most of the time. If he feels like he needs to visit then he will. Although I doubt that, he would probably want to lie in bed and knock out for like a few minutes.”
There was a scraping of a chair and Riley stood to her feet. She wiped the corners of her mouth with a napkin and cleared her throat. “I should be going back upstairs. I will see you all later.”