Lycan king's substitute breeder

Chapter thirty one

Isabella, who had been peeking from the side of the wall, finally looked away and relaxed her back against it. She had actually heard everything Oregon and Vivian said and watched what transpired between them.

"Oregon doesn't remember?" she chuckled softly and then bit her lower lip.

"Too bad," she further said and walked away from the scene.

Isabella found herself in Laura's room, and when Laura saw her, she stood up quickly from the bed she had been sitting on.

"You wasted a lot of time, Isabella. Didn't you say you wanted to check where the elevator was?" Laura asked. © 2024 Nôv/el/Dram/a.Org.

"I'm sorry," Isabella smiled brightly. "I think I lost my way."

"No, it's fine. I think I totally understand you," Laura smiled as Isabella sat down slowly on the sofa.

"So, about my son, Oregon. What do you think of him? I know he changed, but I'm sure the feelings you had for him never changed," Laura said and let out a chuckle.

"I know that I used to like Oregon when we were little, but Queen Laura, everything has changed now. Besides, Oregon seems not to like me, and the lady whom he calls his mate? I don't think I can do this," Isabella said softly and shook her head.

"What are you saying? What can't you do anymore? Are you trying to say that you will let go of your feelings because of that girl?" Laura spat.

"What am I supposed to do? Like I said before, I don't think I have those feelings that I had for Oregon before, and now he has a mate. I don't think those feelings will come back. I shouldn't have come here," Isabella said and abruptly rose to her feet.

"Wait! Does it mean you are leaving?" Laura's voice shook as she also stood on her feet.

"I don't have a choice. King Oregon might think I'm causing a disturbance to him. Didn't you see his face then? He was irritated to see me, and he looked happy with that girl," Isabella said and forced a smile.

"It's not what you think, Isabella. I think that Vivian did something bad to my son. I think she cast him into a spell. My son doesn't behave like he normally did before, and it's all because of that girl's enchantment. I think you are the only one who can break it. That is why I brought you here," Laura whined.

"How am I certain I can break that witch's spell? She looks very strong and still seems to be pretending," Isabella said as she bit the side of her lip.

"You... You saw it too? You saw she was a witch, right?" Laura stuttered.

"Yes," replied Isabella, who nodded instantly.

"As for me, I noticed it immediately. Isabella?" Laura said and held her hand, squeezing it gently. "Only you can help me and my son before that girl does something bad to him. Help us!"

Isabella let out a sigh. "You said her name is Vivian, right?" she questioned.

"Yes," Laura nodded energetically. "That's that foolish witch's name."

"I have decided to stay here," Isabella whispered. A smile ran across Laura's lip as her pale face seemed to brighten now.

"Really? You will stay here now?" Laura asked, still smiling.

"Yes," she replied.

"Don't worry. I will protect you. I promise to let nothing happen to you, and lastly, I will make sure that Oregon becomes yours in the end," Laura said with a strong tone.

"Hmm," Isabella giggled and nodded.

"Come here," Laura whispered and opened her arms wide. Isabella went in, and they embraced each other.

Just then, there was a knock on the door, and they disengaged.

"Let me check that out," Isabella said and ran to the door, which she opened instantly.

Her eyes blinked and widened when she saw the person who was on the other side of the door. Laura wondered what was going on. Nobody was saying anything, and no one was entering.

"Who is that?" Laura asked Isabella. When she heard no response, she walked to the door, and a shocked expression took over her face when her eyes fell on Stephen.

Laura quickly pulled Isabella backwards. "Let me talk to him quickly," she forced a smile and went outside, closing the door immediately.

"Who is that? She looks familiar," Stephen said.

Laura gnashed her teeth, outraged, and dragged Stephen's arm. She pulled him away, down the stairs.

"What are you doing here, Stephen?" she whispered and growled lowly.

"Wait. Who is that lady? Why does she look familiar?" Stephen asked.

"It's not your business," Laura sneered. "Anyway, if you must know, her name is Isabella, and she is a friend of Oregon. They used to be each other's first love when they were little."

Stephen smacked his tongue and shook his head. "I think I met that girl somewhere."

"You must be mistaken," Laura hissed.

"Why is she here anyway?" he asked.

"It's not your business! Stop asking me questions already. You are making me uncomfortable. Look here, Stephen, I would prefer if you stop coming to my room. In case you need to speak to me, you can call me. If you need to see me face to face, we can always meet elsewhere," Laura said.

"Is it because of that lady?" he asked.

"Of course!" Laura stomped her feet. "She will be staying with me for some time, and I wouldn't want her to grow suspicious of us or get the wrong idea."

"As you wish," Stephen scoffed and rolled his eyes.

"I'm sorry, but I have no choice. I'm doing this because of Oregon. Gosh! That girl called Vivian really annoys and irritates me. Anyway, why are you here? Do you want to tell me something?" Laura asked.

"Yes. It's about Vivian's real parents," he whispered, and Laura gulped.

"What do you mean by that? Aren't her parents dead?" she whispered.

"Do you mean her fake parents?" he smirked.

"What do you mean?" Laura glared, her voice quivering.

"You know what I mean, Laura. The fake parents whom you set up for Vivian when she was little," Stephen whispered and smiled dangerously.