Filed to story: The Rejected Werewolf Princess (Camilla & Tyson) by Didi Adeyemi >>
“It is fine,” I assured her, “You should go, I think I might need to have a conversation.”
She gave me a look wracked with guilt but she did as I had asked and walked away. Ryker was still standing there with his brows furrowed and I knew we were standing in a public place so I turned on my heels and started walking out of the palace. As expected; he followed behind me not saying a word but waiting for me to speak and I didn’t stop walking until we got to the private garden.
Other than the fact that Tyson has snuck in twice, it is the most quiet place in the entire palace. If you ever want to have a conversation without the fear of anyone listening in then this is your best bet.
It is probably going to be you, the trees and the occasional critter that wanders in..
It seemed that Ryker was very eager to have the conversation because as soon as we got to the garden, he grabbed my arm and turned me to face him.
“What the hell was she talking about?” he asked. “Who did you see f**king someone else and who was the other person?”
“Please don’t play dumb,” I could feel my irritation rising. “I know what I saw and honestly I would have preferred to never see a sight like that. You know what’s funny about all of it, that you called me to your office and then I get there only to see you with your dick in someone else.”
“I have no idea what you’re talking about,” he all but yelled. “The day you left I wasn’t even in the pack house. After we got there I was called out to check on a proposed rogue problem. I had asked the maids to feed you and when I got back, Eve told me that you left.”
I wanted to let out a scream of frustration. This is why I never wanted to have this conversation because I knew he would never admit to his wrong doing. I knew he would never admit that he was the one at fault but we all know it. I know what I saw and unless he is telling me that there is a problem with my eyes then he is lying.
“I know what I saw!” I screamed at him. “I saw you with Lauren bent over your f**king desk and the next day, I saw Lucy telling her that she was pregnant for you and that you didn’t want me to know.”
“Camilla, you’re not making any sense. The last time I f**ked Lauren was over a year before I even met you. After the incident with us almost having a child I stopped everything I had with her.”
“That’s not what I saw. Are you telling me that what I saw was wrong or it was some kind of apparition?”
He let out a sigh and spoke softly in comparison to how he was speaking before. “I’m not discrediting whatever you saw but I am telling you that it wasn’t me. Did you get a good look at the person, did you smell the person? It was not me and you have to believe me when I say this.”
He was staring straight into my eyes almost pleading and almost begging me to believe him and I could see the sincerity swirling in his eyes but I couldn’t find it in myself to believe him. I know what I saw and unless there is irrefutable proof that he didn’t f**k her then I don’t believe it.
“I can’t believe you, I’m sorry.”
He sighed. “Did you feel any pain?” I was taken aback and I blinked at him twice. He must have seen my explanation. “When you saw me having S** with Lauren did you feel any pain?”
“Other than the pain of my heart shattering you mean?” I asked and I let the sarcasm bleed into my tone.
“We are mates,” he explained, “If I had cheated on you then you would have felt it like a searing hot iron in your chest.
It is just how the mate bond works and if you didn’t feel that then you know that I didn’t cheat on you. You would have felt like our bond was going to snap and the pain is almost unbearable.”
A shadow of doubt began to cast in my mind but I hesitated. What if he is just lying in order to make me believe him?
“How do I know that you’re telling the truth?”
“You can ask anyone,” he whispered and I saw him take a step closer to me. “Ask anyone and they will tell you that I’m saying the truth. I have no other way of proving this to you because it is my word against yours and hers. I sent for Lauren but no one knows where she is. She disappeared from the pack a few days ago but I sent for Lucy.”
“Why would you do that?”
“I want to hear from her if she actually had that conversation with Lauren because I didn’t know about it.”
Ryker was now standing directly in front of me and I could feel the heat from his b*dy. I wanted to reach out and touch him. but I fisted my hands by my side.
“I’m going to prove to you that I did nothing wrong,” he assured me. “Just ask your mother or your cousin. If I had cheated on you then you would have felt it.”
Without another word, he pressed a soft k*ss to my forehead and he disappeared from the garden. As I watched him leave I couldn’t help but think about how much I wanted to believe him.
Ryker’s words rang through my head and the first thing I did was go to my mother’s office. I didn’t knock, I just pulled the door open and walked in. I saw her raise a brow at me but she didn’t say anything and instead closed the document she was working on and looked up at me.
I shut the door behind us and took a seat in front of her. She stayed quiet as she peered up at me through her thick lashes and the intensity of her gaze had me squirming. Sometimes it is almost terrifying looking at my mother because it feels like looking in a mirror. She doesn’t look her age at all; in fact, she can pass for an older version of me sometimes
“Is there a reason you barged into my office, Camilla?” she asked with humor lacing her tone. “Or did you simply miss my presence so much that you felt the need to reenact one of Audrey’s scenes? I hate to inform you that it won’t have quite the same reaction considering there is no one here and everyone already knows of your existence.”
I rolled my eyes, “I’m honestly debating whether or not the question is worth it at this point.”
“You’re already here,” she leaned back in her seat. “You might as well get the answers that you came for. Don’t you think so?”
I realized that she was right but judging by the amused look in her eye, I knew she wasn’t going to make this easy for me. I can count on one hand the number of times I have come to my mother for advice.
It isn’t that she doesn’t give good advice- quitet he contrary actually. She gives the best advice but before she does so, she will draw out the conversation and make you feel st upid.