Lycan king's substitute breeder

Chapter thirty three

Oregon

That morning, in the gym, I was running on the treadmill when I noticed someone moving behind me. I turned around quickly, and my eyes fell on Stephen. I sighed and said, "Don't creep up on me like that!"

Stephen chuckled and replied, "Did I scare you?" I rolled my eyes and focused on my workout.

Stephen sat down and picked up the dumbbells, which he started lifting.

"By the way, who is that new girl?" he asked, grunting as he lifted the dumbbell up and down.

"New girl?" I asked. "Who are you talking about?"

"I don't know her, but she looks familiar. I saw her in your mother's bedroom," he said.

I quickly looked at him. "My mother's bedroom?" I asked.

His smile faltered as he noticed the look on my face. "Yes... I mean, no," he stammered, gulping hard. His shaking head betrayed his fear.

"I can explain," he whispered.

"Tell me, what were you doing in my mother's room? Why would you go there? Why would you even go to her corridor in the first place?" I asked, with all seriousness in my voice.

Stephen sighed and dropped the dumbbells to the ground. "I actually went to ask her something."

"Ask her something? What is that? When did you start talking to my mother!" I yelled, and the men turned to me.

My wrathful expression sent a shiver through the gym, and one by one, the other patrons slunk away. All content © N/.ôvel/Dr/ama.Org.

"Just calm down, Oregon. There is nothing there. I went to ask her for something. That's all," he answered, trying to keep his gentle tone.

"Then, explain!" I barked, grabbing his shirt by the chest.

"What is going on here?" I heard a familiar voice yell from behind.

Stephen and I turned around to see my mother, Laura. She was glaring hard at us, and her face had a frown on it.

"Mother? What... What are you doing here?" I asked in surprise.

"I heard from others how you were screaming at your Beta. Have you no shame? Why do you wish to spoil your reputation this way? In case you have forgotten, Stephen is your Beta. You should respect him and stop embarrassing him in public," she said, whispering.

"It's not your business, mother. You should go," I said and looked away.

"What is going on, Stephen? Care to explain?" she asked, looking at him.

I glanced at Stephen and noticed he was quite nervous. He was rubbing his hand on his hair, and he said nothing. I scoffed, overwhelmed by his attitude.

"What are you waiting for?" I gnarled at him. "Tell my mother what you said!"

"What are you talking about, Oregon? Stephen, what is he saying?" Laura asked, feeling nonplussed.

I snarled and threw away the towel which I used in cleaning my sweat before storming out of the gym. As I walked away, I could hear them whispering. If only they didn't forget I had a knack for hearing things from far away.

"What is Oregon talking about?" my mother asked.

"Nothing. Just forget about it," he replied.

"Speak!" she yelled.

"He knows I came to your bedroom last night," Stephen answered reluctantly and sighed out.

"What?..." Laura whispered.

I walked away from the scene, briskly, as I didn't feel like hearing anything more from them.

On my way to the elevator, I met Isabella. She gave me a smile and waved at me, but I decided to ignore her. I couldn't still get over what I had noticed between Stephen and my mother.

"Do you hate me that much?" she asked, and I turned.

"What?" I asked back, my head tilting a bit to the side.

Isabella sighed and walked up to me. "You keep treating me like you don't know me. Do you hate me?" she asked.

"I never said I did," I snapped.

"Well, you are behaving like a hater," she smirked.

"You keep saying gibberish. I should leave," I said and advanced to the elevator.

"Someone has been trying to reach your mother," she said, waving the loud ringing phone in my face. "She really needs to pick up. Do you know where she is?"

"Who cares?" I hissed angrily. "Go look for her yourself."

"Did you see her?" Isabella asked, taking hold of my arm.

I snatched my arm away, glaring at her. "Don't touch me," I said, my voice low and menacing. "It's a warning."

Before I could leave again, I heard her obnoxious laughter and gnarled, "What do you think you are doing? Are you laughing at me? Have you no respect!" I yelled.

Isabella smiled and trickled her fingers on my chest.

"What the hell do you think you are doing?" I growled and slapped her hand off.

Isabella smirked and got on her tiptoes, her lips almost touching the tip of my left ear. "I'm certain you are dying to know," she whispered.

"What?" I asked, turning slightly to her.

She covered her mouth and chuckled while I stared at her, confused and anxious.

"What are you talking about?" I said, strongly, suddenly grabbing her arm and clutching tightly onto it.

Isabella looked unfazed, though. "About what transpired between Stephen and your mother."

"What?" I said, my voice barely a whisper.

"I saw everything…" she giggled.

"What... What did you see?" I stuttered, my eye pupils shaking, and my hand, which was holding onto her arm, suddenly let it go.

"I saw them, of course," she replied, still smiling.

I swallowed hard and moved towards her. "Did you possibly hear anything they said?" I whispered.

"Yes," she nodded. "I heard every single word."

"What did they talk about?" I asked slowly, gulping heavily again.

Isabella was about to reply when my mother's phone rang so loud. I snarled at it and felt like crashing it to the ground.

"Isabella? Is that my phone?" Laura asked from behind.

Isabella wore a smile before turning to her. "Yes. Someone has been calling."

I scoffed and decided to leave when Isabella touched my arm. "We shall talk more later," she whispered and winked at me before running to meet Laura.