Filed to story: The Rejected Werewolf Princess (Camilla & Tyson) by Didi Adeyemi >>
“I’ll clean it up once I’m done, I swear,” I assured him but his exp**ssion didn’t change, “On second though; I could clean it right n-,”
“I don’t care about the stupid stains,” he cut me off, “What happened to your leg? I thought Lucy wr*pped it.”
“She did; I got lost and I think I walked too far without shoes. It’s my fault; I’m sorry.”
He ran his hand through his hair in frustration and I saw the way the corner of his mouth tightened and I figured this would be the moment where he grabs me by the back of my neck and throws me out of his pack for being so destructive.
He took a deep breath before taking the bowl and bandages from me and sitting on the floor in front of me. I stared at him in confusion and shock as he cleaned up my second leg and wr*pped it.
When he was done, he picked me up and carried me to the bed. I tried to protest but he shot me a dark look that had me sitting in place quietly. He took the rag and bowl and went on his knees. I watched in shock as he cleaned up the bloody footprints in silence.
When he was done, he rang a bell that I assume alerts the servants because within two minutes, there was a knock on the door. He handed the dirty things to the maid and she handed something to him. When he turned back to me, I saw that it was a tray of food.
“I was gone for less than two hours and you got blood everywhere.” His tone wasn’t mean or accusing, but I still found myself saying sorry, “Stop apologizing for everything.”
“I’m sorry,” it sl*pped out before I could stop it, “I’ll just be quiet right now.”
“I was told you barely ate; did you not like it?”
“I did- I just can’t eat a lot.”
“Can’t or won’t?”
“Can’t,” the word left my l*ps softly and he froze in place.
He slowly made his way over to me and placed the tray at the foot of the bed. In it was oatmeal and sliced fruits along with a glass of milk and another of water.
“Where were you running from?” he asked and I shrugged, “I won’t ask again Camilla.”
“I was running from my mate.”
The words hovered over us like a plague and I saw several unreadable emotions flash across his features before he finally settled on a mask of indifference and coldness.
“Explain,” his voice was cold and detached when he spoke and a part of me wanted to refuse to speak but another part knew that this was the wrong time to try to test my boundaries.
I am still an omega and he is the Alpha of this pack- mate or not, he can have me thrown out in a second.
“He rejected me and I ran away.” I kept it short and concise but it was enough for him because he let out a sigh of relief. “I can’t say any more; I’m sorry.”
Ryker nodded as if he understood, “Eat,” he said, “I won’t leave until you do.”
Somehow, I found myself reaching for the bowl of fruits. Fruits are something I have never had the luxury of eating- they were left for the actual pack members. I picked up a slice of mango and slid it through my l*ps.
I couldn’t help the small smile as the flavors burst over my t***ue. I took another slice and ate it. I savored each taste and each fruit and was shocked to see that I had finished it.
I looked up and noticed Ryker staring at me in understanding. I flushed pink when I realized I had eaten all that in front of him. He didn’t make it uncomfortable, instead he cleared his throat.
“I’ll have someone bring another bowl for you,” he took a step back, “Goodnight Camilla; I’ll be back in the morning and so will your bag.”
Without another word, he walked out of the room leaving me to stare at his retreating back wondering what my confession would mean for the next day.
I couldn’t fall asleep the entire night. I tossed and turned but couldn’t find rest because I was concerned about what the day. would bring. The bed was too big and too soft that I ended up pulling the blankets to the floor and wr*pping myself there.
The floor felt more similar to my old bed than the actual bed but I still couldn’t find rest. It was like I was engaging in a race with sleep and it had over an hour’s head start.
Somehow the night felt too long and too short at the same time. It was like the sun was taking its precious time to rise and when it finally did, it felt like it came too soon. I didn’t dare breathe as I saw the sun begin to rise because I knew it was a new day and my fate would finally be decided.
In the early hours of the morning, I heard footsteps stop just outside my door. I held my breath and didn’t even blink. After a few seconds, the steps retreated and it wasn’t until I couldn’t hear them anymore that I let out the breath I was holding and rushed into the bed. The last thing I would want is for Ryker to come in and see that I lay his sheets on the floor and get insulted by it.
I figured that since someone else was already awake; it was a good enough time to get up. I dressed the bed and found a rag in the bathroom closet that I used to dust down the wooden tops and every inch of the room. I was washing the bathroom when I heard a knock on my door.
I barely had time to wonder who it was before I heard footsteps and saw Ryker making his way towards the bathroom. When my eyes met his, I saw frustration and annoyance swirling in them. I started to wonder if maybe I didn’t clean the room well enough.
“What the f**k are you doing?” the words were barely out of his mouth when he pulled the rag out of my hand.
“I was cleaning,” I thought it was obvious, “If I didn’t clean it well then I’d be happy to do it all again.”
“Do you not know how to speak English or do I have to spell it out for you slowly?” he ran his hand down his face in frustration, “I told you to stay off your leg.”
“I’m sorry,” my voice was barely over a whisper, “I figured you would want me to clean since I’m staying here. Why else would I be here?”
“Because you’re my mate,” he all but screamed the words, “There are maids to clean the room if you think it is so dirty. You have one job; and it is to sit in bed and heal. So help me, if I see you on your feet again I will strap you to the f**king bed.”
My eyes widened at his threat and my breath hitched in my throat. I subconsciously took a step back and bowed my head in apology. The last thing I wanted to do was upset him and it seems like I did just that.
He raised his hand and I instinctively flinched and pushed myself as far back as I could but I was already at the wall so I ended up curling up against it.