Lycan king's substitute breeder

Chapter Eighty one

Vivian

Thank you for today," I said, my voice low and soft as I bowed my head a bit. "I really appreciate everything you taught me today."

"It was my pleasure," Damien said, bowing in response. When we straightened up, he gave me a warm smile. "You know, I don't think I'm quite ready to say goodbye yet."

I raised an eyebrow, confused. "I don't understand," I said, my voice almost a whisper.

"What if we grabbed a bite to eat before you head out?" he suggested.

"I'm sorry, but not today," I replied.

"Why? Is everything alright?" He asked.

I gulped, because I was feeling puzzled about the whole thing. "I don't know either, but I want to find out."

He sighed deeply. "I noticed you weren't yourself during practice after I met Oregon leaving. I hope it's not about him," he said.

"I would rather not talk about it. I want to confirm everything before saying anything to you," I said, and he smiled, nodding his head.

"Yes," He said. "That's an absolutely good idea. You should go now. Go to him fast. I saw how sad he looked. I think he really needs you now, more than anyone."

"Really?" I asked, my eyes widened. "Did he look sad?"

"Yes," He responded, nodding his head. "He looked very sad. I noticed that he cried. He was trying to avoid me, but I saw it. I thought the two of you originally got into a big fight, seeing how a Lycan King cried. I was worried but decided not to talk about it. He is waiting for you, why not go?"

I nodded, with a smile on my face. My eyes were already getting soiled with hot tears. "Thank you, Damien," I whispered.

"You are welcome," He said. "Now, hurry!"

I nodded, chuckled, and waved to him. He waved back at me and at once, I started running off. I went to his room and saw that he wasn't there. I searched for him around and called his name, but it was all in vain. Oregon was certainly not in his room.

I moved outside and nearly bumped into a maidservant. I whispered "sorry" and advanced to run as fast as I could when she suddenly grabbed my arm. I stopped and turned to her.

"Huh? What is it?" I asked, softly.

"Are you looking for Oregon?" She whispered, and I swallowed hard, then nodded quietly.

"I saw him," She whispered again, and my eyes blinked.

"You saw him?" I asked.

"Yes," She answered.

I hesitated before asking, "Where did you see him?"

"I saw him enter Isabella's room," She replied, and I almost laughed.

"Why are you lying to me?" I said, and my face frowned.

"Lying to you?" She said, her eyebrows arching. "I'm not lying to you, I'm telling you nothing but the truth. I saw him enter her room," She defended, her voice hard.

I sighed and looked at her face, and she could tell that I was upset at her for trying to fool me. "Just in case you don't know, Laura isn't staying in this penthouse anymore. She moved!"

"What?" The maidservant said, and laughed. "Who said she moved? She never moved. Isabella still lives within the walls of this penthouse."

I rolled my eyes and replied, "Well, if you really want to know, Queen Laura told me."

"I'm not sure you understood what the Queen meant. Isabella simply left her room but she never left the penthouse. In fact, her room is close to the Lycan King's room," She said.

"Are you sure?" I queried, my eyebrows ceasing. Belonging to NôvelDrama.Org.

"I'm certain!" She replied.

"But why haven't I seen Isabella for some time, here now? Isn't it strange?" I asked, shaking my head.

"I just think it's pure coincidence," She replied and shrugged her shoulders.

"Oh…" I whispered. "Anyway, I just hope you are telling me the truth."

"Should I take you there?" She asked, and I quickly shook my head.

"Do not bother," I said. "I can get there myself. You said it's close to his room, right?"

"Yes," She answered, nodding.

"Okay, thank you," I said, and she smiled.

I scurried there and saw the door. I didn't even wait, I just started knocking immediately.

"Who is there?" I heard Isabella's voice but instead of answering her, I continued knocking, making it even harder and louder than before.

"Who is at the fucking door! Have you lost your mind?!" She barked and opened it.

"Hello," I smiled seeing her heavily scowled face.

"What are you doing here?" She snarled, glaring at me.

"I can't believe you still stay here. You had better leave, I'm tired of seeing your fucked up face," I said, and pushed her away, entering the room.

She scoffed and slammed the door, then went to face me. "And what are you doing here, bitch?"

I took my glaring eyes to her and she appeared flustered by my twisted look.

"I came to take what belonged to me, and there he is," I smiled, pointing at Oregon who was sitting on her sofa, staring at me with hardly any expression.

"You should leave, Vivian," He said.

"I'm not going anywhere, Oregon. I want you to come with me, you shouldn't be here, you belong to me," I said.

"No, I don't. I don't want you any longer. I regret meeting you so you should leave. Leave this pack and never return!" He yelled, his eyes red and teary.

"I know you are hurt. You are just pretending to hate me, and you don't want to push me aside. Just talk to me, what is going on?" I said, as tears rushed out of my eyes.

He suddenly got up and walked up to me, locking his cold and ruthless-looking eyes with mine. He was growling and frowning like he wanted to rip me apart.

"I, Oregon Blaze, reject you, Vivian Miller, to be my mate…" He said, with a stern and hoarse voice and this statement rang continuously in my ears, and slowly, tears ran down my eyes.