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.

"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. This content is © NôvelDrama.Org.

"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.