Orphaned from Love

Chapter 8

"I'm so socially awkward. I really had to put myself out there and meet new people." - Bella Hadid

I spent the next few days in the hospital. Ryker tried to stay by my side most of it but he had Alpha duties to take care of. So I was left talking to Fiadh. Turns out we have a lot in common.

We both like the color yellow, the soft kind. We both like the night better then the day. And we both like our mate.

'Can't you imagine what's under that shirt? Must be seem pretty great abs.' Fiadh purrs.

'You're disgusting.' I cringed. Even though I like Ryker, Fiadh was always going on about how we can do more than just look at each other.

'It's not disgusting if he's our mate.' She retorted back.

I rolled my eyes internally.

I heard footsteps before Ryker walked through the door.

"Hello, honeysuckle. I've missed you." He says softly. Ever since I had my seizure, he's been calling me by that name. I don't mind it. If anything, it calms me and I think him, too.

"Me too." I say.

He walks over to my bed and sits on the edge. "Doctor Helen said that you may leave now."

"Okay." I nodded. I push my legs over the edge and stand up. I wobble a little before gaining my balance. I feel his stare trail across my body. It burns everywhere it touches.

He slowly gets up and lends a hand to me. I hesitate before grasping it. For a moment, I see his mind fleet with an emotion. What was it called? Desire?

He guides us out of the hospital and back to the palace. Only then do I realize how big it is.

It's hundreds of feet high with white bricks and red and black designs. Smaller houses cluster around the outside of it.

As we walk the stone paths, people stop and bow or courtesy. Their stares and glares bore down on me, causing me to feel self-conscious. What do they think of me?

We reach the drawbridge where a dozen guards are stationed. They don't take a second glance at us before they start to lift the bridge.

We cross the wooden planks over a crystal blue moat. Fish of all colors swim with the liquid.

"Surprised by this?" Ryker asks with a grin.

"I've never seen anything more beautiful." I reply, awestruck.

He lets out a chuckle before we climb the grand marble steps to the palace.

We enter to see a group of people waiting in chairs. They are all wearing some formal attire of some sort. I feel out of place. I don't belong here.

"Oh my goddess Ryker. Where have you been?" An old female came running up and embracing him.

"I was tending to my mate." He says. Every eye in the room turns to stare at me. Nervousness creeps up my stomach. I try not to meet their eyes but it's impossible when I hear a squeal from the group.

A girl rushes out and takes my hand, jumping up and down.

"Oh my goddess! I have a sister-in-law!" She squeals. I try not to squirm out of her hand so I just tense up.

"I'm Leila, Ryker's younger sister." Her eyes are wild and her smile reaches to both of her ears.

"Hi." I say quietly, looking anywhere but at her.

'This princess is such a pain. I feel bad for her parents.' Fiadh grunts.

'She seems really nice.' I argue.

As if she heard Fiadh, she drops my hand. "I'm so sorry if I scared you. A lot of people think I'm to excited."

You're always excited." Ryker mutters, rubbing a hand in his brown hair.

Leila slaps him on the chest, earning her a chuckle from him. I wish I could do that.

"Leila, I think you're turn is up." An older man comes up, putting his hands on her shoulder and steering her away from me. She starts to whine but then stops.

"Hello, I'm Samual, the former king to the werewolf kingdom." He holds out his hand and I take it. He softens his grip when he sees me wince.

"And I'm Fiona, the former werewolf queen." The older women walks up and offers a kind smile which I return.

"It's nice to meet you."

We talk for a few more minutes before Ryker forces me to walk up more stairs. We turn down corridors until we arrive at his room again.

"My family can be a little... overwhelming." He says.

"I think they were sweet. But who is king if you're father isn't?" I asked.

"I'm in the process right now of becoming king. Tomorrow is my coronation." He replies.

'He didn't tell us. What a jerk! A sexy jerk.' Fiadh yells, causing a headache.

"Could I go? To the coronation, I mean." I say. I'm scared he'll say no and that I'm just an orphan. I don't matter enough to be at a...

"Of course. I was going to ask you tonight but since you asked, yes, you can come." He responds.

'Ugh, now we have to get dressed up.' It's a new voice, one that sounds bored.

'Who the hell are you?' Fiadh asks.

'Sybil, I'm a vampire. Now what is this impulsive creature?"

'Excuse me? I was here first. You don't get to come along and just demand dominance!' Fiadh bellows.

'Please be quiet you two. You're giving me a headache.' I ask.

"Hey, are you ok? You spaced out there." Ryker says, cupping my cheek.

I snap out of my daze. "Yeah, I just have a headache." I say.

"You should take a nap." He suggests.

'That's enough time for me to figure out how to get rid of this wig.' Fiadh mutters.

'It's called a wing. Not wig.' Sybil corrects.

'Shut up.' 

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Sorry for not updating. 

I've been caught up in school work and family that I tried to write but then was interrupted.

But there are no excuses. I'll get going right away on the next chapter.

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