Lycan king's substitute breeder

Chapter forty seven

Vivian

"You should leave, you're disturbing me," Oregon mumbled from beneath the pillow. "I need to sleep."

I hesitated, not sure what to do. I really needed to talk to him, but I didn't want to keep bothering him if he was tired. "Can we talk about what you said earlier?" I asked.

He was silent for a moment, and then finally sat up, turning to face me. "What is that?" He asked.

I cleared my throat nervously and moved closer to the bed. "You mentioned something about what we would do on Monday. We really need to discuss it," I said.

Oregon sighed, quickly opened his eyes, grabbed my arm, and pulled me towards him. I fell onto his body, my expression filled with shock. I gasped and my eyes widened as if they were about to pop out of their sockets.

"What are you doing?" I whispered, avoiding his gaze.

"I told you to leave, right?" He whispered, and my legs shook.

"I will. I will leave," I spoke quickly and jumped away from him.

"Good. Please go quickly," he said, closing his eyes. "Make sure to close the door."

I pouted my lips, rolled my eyes, and walked to the door. "I will come back later to talk about it. I'm serious, we need to discuss it further," I said, but there was silence. It seemed like Oregon was already asleep.

I stood

on my tiptoes, peered at him, and noticed that he was fast asleep.

"Take a look at him now," I sighed, shaking my head. "Is this how he always sleeps?"

I walked over to him, removed his shoes, took off his necktie and jacket. Additionally, I laid him properly on the bed, covered his body with the duvet, and switched on the fan.

"Done. Okay then, good night," I smiled and brushed some strands of hair away from his forehead.

I was about to walk away when his hand suddenly held my wrist. Quickly and in shock, I turned to face him, only to see that he was still asleep and breathing fast as if he was having a bad dream.

"Are you alright?" I asked softly, bringing myself closer to him.

"Father… Please, don't leave… Please," he begged, amidst low, hurtful moans.

I saw how worried his face was, despite his eyes being tightly closed. Sweat was already forming on his face, and I grew concerned. I wondered if I should wake him or not.

"Father, please," he whispered, as if on the verge of tears.

I was about to say something when I heard someone's voice at the door. "What are you doing?" the voice came, and I faced the door, only to see Laura standing there with her arms akimbo.

I snapped my wrist away from Oregon's hold and took my hand behind me. I was very nervous, but I tried hard to conceal my feelings. NôvelDrama.Org owns this text.

"What are you doing here? Are you still trying to seduce my son even in his sleep?" she asked angrily.

"No, not at all. I can explain," I said.

"Just save it!" she snapped. "Come with me. You and I need to talk."

"Talk? Do we have anything to talk about? I don't think I have anything to say to you," I said, mustering up courage.

"Oh! Now, you have grown guts. If you must know, you don't have to say anything to me. I will do the talking. You just have to listen," she said.

"Please make it brief. I don't want my dinner turning cold," I said, and she scoffed in anger.

"Excuse me?" she blurted.

"What do you want to talk about, please?" I asked. "And please keep your voice down. The Lycan King is asleep."

Laura gritted her teeth and clenched her fists. "Let's not talk here. Follow me," she said and left.

I sighed deeply, briefly looked at Oregon before leaving the room. I noticed Laura was further away from me, so I had to walk briskly to catch up with her.

Finally, she entered her room, and I wondered why she wanted to talk to me in there. Isabella was inside, but I avoided making eye contact with her.

"Hello, Vivian," she called my name.

I looked at her and saw a broad smile on her face, but I knew it was nothing but a fake smile. Who was she trying to fool? What was she trying to prove?

I just scoffed softly and shifted my gaze to Laura, who had a completely opposite facial expression compared to Isabella. At least, Laura was being sincere. She didn't like me one bit, and I knew it. I didn't feel like explaining myself or trying to be nice to her. She had already deemed me unfit, and there was nothing I could do about it, no matter how hard I tried.

"Isabella, can you give us some privacy?" Laura asked, her eyes still on me.

"Uh… Sure," Isabella replied, still smiling, and I wondered what kind of news had made her so excited. She bowed at Laura before leaving us alone.

"Let's talk," she said and sat down.

I went to sit facing her when she growled.

"Stand up! You should keep your dirty ass off my seat," she snapped.

I sighed and nodded. "I apologize. What do you want to talk about?" I asked.

"Oregon chose you… I guess you're happy now?" she smirked.

I bit my lower lip in anger and exhaled. "If that's what you want to talk about, then I think I should leave. Excuse me," I said.

She called me countless times, but I ignored her completely. I was about to walk away from the room when I noticed a picture under the center table. I recognized the person in the picture. She looked very familiar.

My brows furrowed as I crouched low to pick it up. I heard Laura scoff and then she asked, "What do you think you're doing?"

I took the picture and looked at it. My eyes filled with tears, and my throat tightened as I gulped hard.

"Mum?" I whispered uncontrollably.