Lycan king's substitute breeder

Chapter seventy six

Vivian

That evening, we had dinner and later took our baths as instructed by the elder women who supervised me. I knew that Oregon was also taking his own share in his bedroom.

"We shall lead you to his room now," they whispered, and I slowly stood up. My long white gown was overflowing and trailing behind me.

As I got up from my seat, my long white robe trailed behind me. Three of the women led me to the hallway while the other two followed closely behind.

We eventually reached the door and they knocked on it.

"Come in," I heard Oregon's sultry voice echo, and I gulped hard. I wanted to push the door open, but the woman beside me did that instead, exposing the interior of the room.

The room glowed with orange light from the scented candles, and the lights were turned off. The peach curtains danced in the soft breeze from the open window. Even with the candles lit, the room was warm and cozy. On the bed were scattered rose petals, and the small pool was also covered in them. The water was still and steaming, with a faint scent of roses and cinnamon lingering in the air.

My eyes darted around the room, and I met Oregon sitting on the bed, wearing a red robe that exposed his masculine chest and abs. I exhaled deeply as I made my way to him.

"We don't have to do anything," he whispered. "Let's just sleep."

I nodded quietly and laid on the bed, covering myself with the duvet. He also laid down and shared it with me. We just stayed there, saying nothing, allowing the miserable silence to create an awkward atmosphere between us.

"It's so unlike you," Oregon whispered, and I swallowed hard, still staring at the ceiling above us.

"What do you mean?" I asked softly.

"You aren't saying anything. I know you to be a very loud person. If you are quiet, it means something is wrong," he said, turning his body towards me.

I just sighed and said nothing.

"Or are you nervous?" he asked, and I looked at him to see a smirk on his face.

"Why would I be nervous?" I asked. Original from NôvelDrama.Org.

"Aren't you nervous because you are staying next to me?" he asked, his eyebrows lifting.

"No," I replied. "I'm just going to tell you the truth, I'm angry with you."

"What?" he whispered. "Why?"

"When you were sleeping in my room this afternoon, you called someone's name like you knew that person so well. You were so emotional," I said, and he chuckled.

"I did?" he asked. "Don't tell me you're jealous."

"I'm not," I quickly defended, pouting my lips. "Who is she, though?"

"What's the name I called?" he asked.

"You called her Emilia. Who is she?" I whispered, and he sighed heavily.

"That's my sister," he answered.

"Your sister? You had a sister? But where is she?" I asked, yawning.

He licked his bottom lip and let out a sharp sigh. "She is dead."

"Oh my goodness! I'm sorry about that," I whispered, yawning again.

"No, it's fine. Besides, it has been years now. Uh, are you tired?" he asked, and I shrugged my shoulders.

"I have no idea what's wrong with me. I'm very tired. No, I should rephrase that. I feel very sleepy," I said.

"Assuming you got enough sleep, maybe you would have felt better. You can sleep, I'm here," he said, and I nodded quietly.

"Why do I feel hot?" he whispered, and my sleepy eyes managed to look at him.

"What do you mean?" I whispered softly.

"I feel strange. I mean, I'm suddenly feeling the urge to have sex," he said, fanning himself with his hand.

"What? Why?" I asked, as my sleepy eyes shut. I fell asleep without knowing it, and without control.

***

Isabella slowly pushed the door open and entered the room. She looked at Oregon, who was sitting on the sofa, panting, with his hand wiping his sweaty face.

"It's working," she whispered, and darted to Vivian, who was still deeply asleep. She scoffed and went to Oregon, who looked quite confused to see her.

"What are you doing here?" he asked. "Have you forgotten that I and my breeder are supposed to be alone?"

"Well, you two don't look busy. Why would she be sleeping in this very important hour while you are suffering from a massive erection?" she chuckled, staring at his phallus, which was rising above his robe.

"It's not your business, Isabella. I can handle it myself," he snapped.

"Don't worry about it," she winked and sat on his thighs. "I will help you instead. Too bad you can't resist me now."

She wrapped her arms around his shoulders and started by kissing his face down to his neck. Oregon groaned, feeling her kisses.

Suddenly, Isabella felt his strong hand wrap around her neck. She coughed and started hitting his hand.

"Stop!" she groaned in pain. "It hurts."

Oregon scoffed and pushed her away. "Who said I can't resist it?"

"What?" she whispered.

"Have you forgotten who I am?" he said, his fangs appearing. "I'm not just some wolf or an Alpha. I am the Lycan King!"

Isabella gulped down the lump in her throat and shivered fearfully. "I'm sorry, I…"

"Leave!" he barked before she could complete the statement.

Isabella jumped to her feet and scurried off. A sigh left his lips, and he sat back down on the sofa. He looked at Vivian, who was still fast asleep.

"I understand what happened here now. Those two will pay for it," he said angrily.

***

The next morning, Damien arrived as expected. He was asked to wait in the training center, as he was told Vivian would meet him there.

"Are you the one?" I heard a voice mutter from behind. "Damien Spencer?" The voice called, and he slowly turned around.

When the two saw each other, they were surprised.

"Huh, you!" they whispered, pointing a finger at each other's faces.