Lycan king's substitute breeder

Chapter forty five

Vivian

I nervously chewed on my bottom lip as I watched Oregon, who was lying on the bed, staring at me. His expression seemed curious, and it made me feel uneasy.

"Aren't you going to say anything? Or are you just going to keep staring at me? If you enjoy the silence so much, maybe you should just leave," he said, his eyes slowly closing.

"I heard you had a meeting with the elders," I whispered.

His eyes shot open, and he looked at me with surprise. His sudden movement caught me off guard.

"How do you know about that?" he asked.

"Everyone is talking about it," I replied.

"Yeah, right! It's not exactly a secret where I go nowadays," he said sarcastically.

"So, you really did have a meeting with them?" I asked.

"Yeah..." Oregon answered. "As you heard," he added, his voice dripping with sarcasm.

I pouted and scratched my head. "No wonder I kept sneezing," I said softly, although it was a lie. I was trying to find out if they had discussed me.

"What do you mean?" he asked, looking confused.

I laughed and shook my head. "Don't you know about this?" I asked mockingly.

"What?" he asked, looking even more confused.

I grunted and shook my head in disbelief. "You've got to be kidding me. Whenever people talk about you, you tend to sneeze," I said.

"Sneeze? Isn't that just a superstition?" Oregon asked, scoffing.

"What do you know? It's real! It could happen," I defended.

"You don't know that," he said, sulking.

"What are you insinuating now? Do you think we discussed you?" he asked, smirking mischievously.

"You guys didn't? Oh well," I said, shrugging my shoulders. "I should leave now. I don't want to have a cold dinner tonight."

"Did you even sneeze at all? I guess what you said about sneezing was a lie?" he asked, and I sighed.

"Yeah, you caught me! Happy now? I guess you're right, it's just a stupid superstition," I said, rolling my eyes.

"Uhm," he hummed and laughed.

My face went pale. "Why are you laughing? What's so funny?" I questioned.

"Vivian..." he whispered.

"What?" I asked, raising my eyebrows.

"So, what if I told you that our discussion was about you?" he asked slowly, whispering, and my eyes blinked rapidly.

"What?" I whispered, not believing my ears.

"It's true," he said, standing up and facing me. My eyes dropped, nervous to stare at such a handsome face just above mine.

"So, what did you talk about? Did you tell them?" I asked, staring at his feet, which were covered with black stockings.This content is © NôvelDrama.Org.

Oregon held my chin and lifted it up. "What are you dying to say? You can speak," he said.

I exhaled with my eyes closed and slowly opened them. "Did you tell them about the baby?" I asked.

"Ssh," he hushed, removing his hand from my chin and placing his index finger against my soft, pinkish lips.

"Huh..." I could only mumble.

I smirked and lowered my hand, quickly pocketing it. "You should keep your voice down," he said softly.

"Oh," I whispered. "So, tell me... Did you tell them about our baby?"

"Not yet... I couldn't bring myself to tell them," he answered, turning around.

"But why not?" I asked, feeling disappointed.

"Truthfully, the elders wanted me to kick you out of the pack," he began.

"Huh? Why?" I asked, feeling frightened.

"They claimed you were barren, that you wouldn't be able to carry a child for me as my breeder," he said, and a smile spread across my lips.

"I'm certain you had to tell them about the baby," I said.

"I didn't. I couldn't!" he sighed.

"Huh... Why not?" I asked sadly.

He looked at me. "Telling them outright like that would make them curious. They would ask questions," he explained.

"Like what? How?" I yelled, almost in tears. I was already feeling hurt.

"Can you just calm down? Take it easy! I had my reasons," he snapped, feeling upset. His eyes were fixed on my stomach.

"Then, what is the reason? What?!" I asked, clutching my stomach.

"They would ask me questions like how did you get pregnant? When did we have sex for you to become pregnant so fast?" he answered.

"I understand, but how are we going to hide it from them when my stomach starts to show?" I questioned.

"That's why I told them something," he whispered, rubbing his hair with his palm.

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

"I told them we would make love soon," he answered, and my eyes blinked rapidly.

"Excuse me?" I muttered, my voice shaking.

"You heard me, Vivian. So, you better be prepared," he said.

I sighed and looked down. I was already lost in thought. I wasn't sure if I could do this again. I was worried.

"I don't think I can do this. Let's just tell them the truth about everything. It won't be long before people start noticing. And what about Isabella? How can we be confident that she won't tell others? I don't trust her," I said, shaking my head.

"Wait! So, you expect me to tell everyone where we had our first encounter?" he asked, furrowing his brows.

"Obviously! I can't do that. I was drunk then, I guess. I don't think we can have sex..." I said, still shaking my head.

"You are my mate, Vivian. You will do as I have said and planned," he growled.

"If you don't like me as your mate, then why bother?" I whispered, sadness in my voice. I could feel tears welling up in my eyes.

"Vivian..." Oregon whispered. "Don't tell me you expect me to tell everyone we had sex because I was weak due to wolfsbane added to my drink and because you had an aphrodisiac!" he yelled.

My head tilted slightly, a confused look taking over my face. I stared at him for a while before whispering, "Excuse me. What do you mean by that? Aphrodisiac?"