Lycan king's substitute breeder

Chapter seventy seven

Oregon

I kicked down the door, and it almost fell to the floor. My eyes looked around and I saw Isabella lying on the floor, shivering tremendously.

"King Oregon," she whispered.

"What happened last night?" I yelled, growling.

"I can explain," she said shakily, as tears streamed down her face.

I walked towards her and noticed her growing more scared. I crouched low and whispered, "You better start explaining right now."

She told me everything that had happened. How she and my mother had conspired, and how they drugged me and Vivian. They wanted her to fall asleep, and then have sex with me after I would have taken the aphrodisiac.

"Let's go," I told her.

"Huh? Where are we going?" she asked, avoiding eye contact with me.

"Stand up!" I yelled, and she obeyed.

"Follow me," I told her. "And don't you dare ask me any questions!"

She nodded, and we left her room and went straight to my mother's room. I pushed the door open aggressively and she yelled in anger, "Who is that arrogant soul?"

When her eyes met mine, she smirked. "Oh, it's you. Well, at least I wasn't entirely wrong. You used to be arrogant. By the way, what brings you here and why did you bring Isabella? This is thrilling."

"She told me everything," I snapped.

"What?" she whispered, shaking her head.

Isabella sighed and looked at her. "He knows everything. The aphrodisiac wasn't strong enough. He overpowered me and I couldn't help but confess what happened."

"Mother, how could you do this to me?" Oregon yelled.

"Oh, shut up! Don't act like you're innocent and a good son. You're evil as well, just like your mother," she chuckled.

"What? I'm not like you, I will never be like you," I shouted, with fury.

"I guess you still don't know why I'm doing this. I'm trying to protect you," she said.

"By doing this? What if those sleeping pills affect Vivian? I should check on her," I said, and tried to leave.

"Don't bother. She isn't in her room," she said, and I turned to her immediately.

"What do you mean? How do you know that? What did you do to her, mother!" I couldn't stop shouting and the rage in me kept growing.

"Chill, son," she laughed. "She isn't in danger. By now, she must have met with her trainer, and they are probably training in the center."

I heaved a sigh and nodded. "I will go check on her now. I promise to get back at you, and you too," I said, pointing at Isabella who quickly looked away.

I was about to leave the room when my mother's statement stopped me in my tracks.

"You killed her parents…" she said.

My eyes narrowed as I turned to her. "What did you just say?"

Laura smirked, her eyes meeting mine. "I know who Vivian is. I know her real parents and everything about them. I was the one who helped her when she was still a baby by giving her to a friend who she knew as her mother, of course."

"You said something earlier!" I cut her off instantly. "What does that mean?"

"Oh, that," she giggled. "I'm not wrong. Ah, don't tell me you've forgotten so soon. Oregon, you were the one who killed Vivian's real parents," she said, and my heart skipped a beat.

"You're lying to me. Stop lying," I whispered, shaking my head.

"Do you remember the cottage that people called the orange house?" she asked.

I nodded quietly. "It's been years."

"Do you remember the couple who lived there?" she asked.

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"Do you also remember killing them coldly and ruthlessly?" she asked.

"I…" I paused, and broke down in tears. "What are you trying to say, Mum?"

"Oh… You do remember now?" she giggled. "Those two who begged you to spare their lives were actually Vivian's real parents. Poor girl, how will she feel when she finds out the truth?"

I swallowed the lump in my throat and ran out of the room. I glanced at Isabella's face and saw how shocked she was. I went to my room and cried myself to sleep on the floor.

I jerked awake when I heard the door opening. I turned and saw Vivian entering the room. My heart jumped, and I quickly stood up from the ground.

She was wearing a bright smile. As she came closer, I took steps backwards. I reached the wall and had nowhere else to go.

"Oregon," she smiled. "Are you that shy?"

I swallowed hard and timidly nodded. I couldn't say a word. Even my eyes were beginning to well up with tears.

"Guess what?" she chuckled, and when she saw that I wasn't saying anything, she decided to continue. "I met my trainer, and he was pretty good. You know the funny thing? We've met him before."

I wasn't that curious, but to show her that I was following, I nodded my head.

"It's that man called Damien Spencer! The one we met at the restaurant," she said.

"Oh," I whispered, and nodded again.

"Why are you strangely quiet, though?" she asked, and I scratched my head.

"How?" I asked, trying to act fine.

"Never mind. I'm so hungry. Why don't you join me for dinner?" she asked.

"Sure," I whispered, and we both went to her room.

There was food on the table, waiting for us. "Let's start eating," she said, and I nodded.

As we ate, I couldn't stop stealing glances at her. I had never felt this bad before.

"Oregon, are you alright?" she asked, pulling me from my deep thoughts.

"Huh?" I muttered.

"You look quite sad and worried. Are you thinking about something?" she asked.

"Uh… Nothing at all," I replied, forcing a smile.

"If you don't mind, though, I have something to ask you," she said.

I nodded my head and asked, "What is it?"