51. Get off my bed!

Moments later, all traces of the sun were gone from the sky and night fell and the blanket of stars began to twinkle above. He heard the sound of water in the bathroom and fisted his hand against his mouth when he realized that she was having her bath. Soon, the sound of water stopped and everything was quiet again besides the sound of her soft footsteps going about in the room.He stared down at the cold meal in front of him and his stomach growled. She had been the reason why he had been unable to hunt the stag in the forest, and now, he was hungry and the aroma of the soup that kept traveling up to his nostrils worsened his situation. With his fist still thoughtfully placed against his mouth, he stared down at the spoon which she had placed on the table beside the plate and he tore his eyes away from the food, his anger still apparently stronger than his hunger.After a long while, Theresa sat at the foot of the small bed in the small room that was bright with t

52. This is my house!

He woke up late the next morning when the sun was already up and bright, and he stood up and sauntered out of the room. He paused and scanned the sitting room, and was almost sighing aloud in relief that she was finally gone when he saw no sign of her, but just then, he heard some noise from one of the windows in the sitting room. He walked to the window and looked out, his hands on the ledge, and when he still saw no sign of her, he looked down, and saw her squatting just below the window, her hands stained with dirt as she smoothed a small mound of soil around a flower. He frowned now, perplexed. "What are you doing?" She was startled by his voice. She looked up and smiled at him. "Well, good morning to you too!" She said in sarcasm. "What are you doing?" He asked again, impatiently this time. "Well..." She stood up and wiped the perspiration above her lip with her wrist, careful not to stain herself with her dirty hands. "What does it look like? I'm gardening of cours

53. Cranky and moody

Lycidas walked into the sitting room and was about going into the kitchen when he noticed the ajar door, then he walked towards it instead. He stopped on the porch and looked left, then right, and there was no one in sight. He lifted his head when he picked up Theresa's scent, and he looked towards the bridge. Theresa was crouched low on the edge, trying to fish by snatching a trout with her hand. Does she have any iota of sense at all? Really, Hands?He shook his head pitifully at her as she continued trying to catch the trout that kept smartly eluded her hands in the water. He folded his arms across his chest and watched, obviously interested in how it would end. Getting frustrated, she began to use both hands, repeatedly plunging her hands into the water whenever a trout swam too close, but they were so fast that she ended up missing all the time.Determined to succeed this time, she braced herself, with her hands up and open to catch a big one which was sl

All Chapters of The Cast-out Half-werewolf Princess : Chapter 51 - Chapter 53

51. Get off my bed!

52. This is my house!

53. Cranky and moody