Orphaned from Love

Chapter 4

"Don't be pushed around by the fears in your mind. Be led by the dreams in your heart."

- Roy T. Bennett

My eyes fluttered open and I took a deep breath of the cool air. In that air there was a scent of pine and honey. I smiled at the smell. It drew me in without my consent but I loved the feeling of getting lost in it.

Wait, I'm able to smell scents. Like scents of people. Something only werewolves can do. But I haven't shifted yet. How am I able to smell people scents?

The bathroom door slipped open and out walked Ryker with only a towel wrapped around his waist. He looked straight at me with his stormy gray eyes. He was so dreamy.

What am I thinking? Snap out of it Elva. You don't know anything about him and your gushing over him.

I blushed and looked away causing a deep chuckle to rise from his throat. He walked into the room next to the bathroom and within seconds he stepped back out again in jeans and a black shirt.

"Do you need help sitting up or do you want to try?" His was trying to strike up a conversation but I refused to continue it. I didn't even know this guy except for his name and he already made an attempt to kiss me. Boy does he have a nerve.

I propped myself up with a pillow, shooing his hands away when he tried to help me.

"I would like to introduce myself properly. I'm Ryker Demtre, prince of the werewolf kingdom." He said it proudly, emphasizing prince to make sure I knew his rank. So he is part of the werewolf kingdom, huh. Don't werewolves have mates.

"I would like to ask a question your majesty." I started, "There was a women who came in and delivered my food. She addressed me with the title of princess. I would like to know the meaning of this." I said bluntly, not taking no for an answer.

"Harriet was assigned this morning to bring you food, yes. I told her to address you by princess for you are the future queen." I stopped breathing. I was going to be the next queen to rule over the werewolves. I was only part werewolf! I'm twenty one and haven't even shifted yet. I'm the one tasked with being queen. But the only way I could've been a princess is if I'm to get married to a werewolf. A prince to the werewolves.

"We're getting married?" I asked, confusion lacing my words. I was terrified for what I thought was going to happen.

"Yes, my honeysuckle." He replied with pleasure. Oh great, he gave me a nickname.

"Now I think you've asked too many questions. I think it's my turn." A smirk danced across his face, showing his dimple. It was so cute.

"Introduce yourself properly this time. I would like to know about you."

"Well I'm Elva. I guess you already knew that. Um... I'm an orphan at the Orphanage of Hybrids. I've been an orphan my whole life."

His face fell the moment I said orphan.

"What happened to your parents?" His voice was soft as he swiftly made his way over to the bed and sat down next to me. His eyes boar down into mine.

I didn't want to tell the truth amount how messed up i was. I felt comfortable around him and the last thing I need is for him to reject me. So I made up a lie.

"My mom died in childbirth and my dad couldn't handle being away from her so he killed himself. Just days after I was born they found out I was a hybrid and sent me over to the orphanage. Since they think I never got to have a mother or father figure in my life that I wouldn't need one so they kept me there." I explained sorrow filling the emotions of my sentences.

A growl escaped from him and I shrunk back into the bed. I shut my eyes as tight as possible and pulled up an arm to stop him from hitting me. But he never did.

He didn't touch me or get close. I don't think he was breathing.

Before I can open my eyes, I hear the opening and closing of a door. I slowly peel my eyes open to see no Ryker sitting on my bed. He must've gotten angry at me for trying to defend myself and left. Ms. Huil would just say I was weak.

So I vowed to just embrace the punishment for disobedience.