The Rejected Werewolf Princess

Chapter 7

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 wrapping 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 fuck 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 fucking 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.

His hand froze mid air and he put it down slowly, “I-,” for the first time I saw him lost for words, “I wouldn’t- I should go. You should freshen up.”

He turned on his heels and was out of the room within seconds. I was so confused as to what had just transpired. One moment, he was pissed off at me and the next he was leaving the room so fast one would think he saw a ghost. Content is © 2024 NôvelDrama.Org.

I stared at the door for a while, thinking he would return but he didn’t. When I was convinced he wouldn’t be returning, I decided to do as he asked and freshen up. The last thing I want is to piss him off more in case he returns.

I took a little longer than I normally should have because the under of my feet stung more than usual and I decided to soak it in a bowl of hot water.

When I returned to the room, there was a maid laying out clothes for me on the bed. As soon as she saw me, she squeaked and bowed low. I was confused as to who she was directing the gesture at and even had to look around the room before 1 realized she was bowing to me.

sked me to lay these out for you” she said. “I hope you like them this is the height of women’s fashion here.”

“Thank you” was all I could say and she gave me a curt nod

If you need some help with your corset-,”

“Corset,” I didn’t realize I had cut her off until she nodded. “What is that and why would I need one?”

A look of shock took over her features before she schooled it, “It’s meant to support your breasts,” she picked up a cream material with ropes, “This is a corset and you wear it as an undergarment. Please; let me show you.”

I reluctantly allowed her come close and she cinched the material around me. It was tight- not so tight that I couldn’t breathe but tight nonetheless and it felt strangely uncomfortable. I’ve never used one before; I probably would never have. been able to afford it.

I always wondered how the other women in the pack prevented their lady bits from flapping around when moving: I guess 1 understand now.

She helped me into the other outfit which consisted of weird comfortable pants that stuck to my skin- the maid referred to them as leggings- and a silk top that fell to my mid thighs. It felt weird on me and looked like nothing I had ever seen.

In Tyson’s pack; the women usually wore extravagant dresses. The only women who wore trousers were we the lower women and the servants. It is a huge change from what I’m used to but I chose to trust that the maid knew what she was talking about.

Just as we finished getting dressed; there was another knock on my door and Ryker walked in with a tray of food in his hands and the nurse- Lucy behind him. The maid bowed to me and then him before quickly exiting the room.

I saw Ryker’s eyes subtly rake over my body in appreciation but he made no attempts to come close to me. Instead, he settled for dropping the tray which I realized was filled with fruits and porridge on the table by my bed.

Lucy gave me a small smile, “Is it okay if I check on your feet?” I sat up on the bed and watched as she took her seat at the foot of the bed, “Feel free to eat while I work.”

I thought it was a weird request but I took a slice of mango into my mouth and watched her quietly.

“The Alpha tells me that you like to be on your feet a lot,” she offered up casually, “I know it’s practically impossible to stay off your feet but if you want to heal then you have to stay off your feet.”

“I’ll try.”

She cleaned my feet with rubbing alcohol again and wrapped it up. When she was done, she opened up her bag and took out two prescription bottles and set them on the table right next to my food. I tried to read the words on it but I couldn’t make out the writing.

“These are supplements,” she explained, “Made and produced right here in the pack. They should help supply your body with the nutrients it needs to heal you right.”

1 I eyed it carefully, “Thank you.”

“Just take one pill three times a day from each bottle and you should be fine.” She offered me a warm smile, “I’ll be back in another week to see how well you’re doing. If you need anything, don’t hesitate to let me know.”

She left right after that and it was just Ryker and I in the room. I kept my eyes on the bed sheets and ate my fruits in silence. It was uncomfortable eating while he was watching but I knew he did it to make sure that I was actually going to eat it all.

When I ate what I could, I took the two bottles and popped the pills. I set them back on the table and gathered the courage to cast a small glance at him. I was surprised to see that he was staring at the tray and not me, but his eyes held sadness and disappointment.

He must have felt my eyes on him because in an instant, his eyes snapped up to mine. I quickly looked away but it was

late

“I’m sorry for eather today” my eyes snapped up to his immediately.

His eyes were sincere but that wasn’t what shocked me. In all my life. I have never heard anyone apologize to me and the first person to do so happens to be an Alpha.

He picked up a small bag beside his feet and I was surprised I didn’t notice it earlier. He took something out of it and I had to analyze it for a few seconds before I realized what it actually was.

It was some sort of slippers but it was completely made of fur except for the soles which were made of some other material.

“I had it made for you,” he began. “It is made of pure cotton and although it will not completely take away the pain when you are walking around; I am assured that it will help ease it and make walking around easier.”

I didn’t know how to respond to his gesture. It was quite possibly the only nice thing that anyone has ever done for me in my life. All I could do was stare at him in silence as he put the slippers by my bed and left the room.