Lycan king's substitute breeder

Chapter thirty eight

Isabella

My eyes darted to the bed when I heard a soft groan. "Are you awake?" I smiled at Oregon, whose eyes were slowly opening.

"What happened?" He asked, groaning again.

"You suddenly fell unconscious. I think this vodka wasn't a joke," I said, raising the now empty bottle to his face. Original from NôvelDrama.Org.

"Shit! Can't believe I drank all that in one day," He complained as he sat upright.

"Are you alright though?" I asked, but he just stared at me, like he was waiting for something else to come out of my mouth.

"What is it? Is something on my face?" I asked, forcing a laugh as I touched my greasy face.

"Was it you?" He asked.

"Huh?" I mumbled.

"Were you the figure that walked in?" He asked, and I quietly nodded.

"You should leave now, Isabella. I'm fine," He said.

"That's not the right way to treat a good Samaritan," I smirked, shaking my head disappointedly.

"Good Samaritan? What is that supposed to mean?" I asked, glaring at him, at the same time curious about what he meant.

"Aren't you aware that you are a bad drinker? Despite being so brave, you have a low tolerance for alcohol... surprising," I chuckled.

He just looked on, with a brow raised amusingly.

"Actually, you vomited. I was the one who wiped you clean and even tidied the room. Trust me, it was a big mess," I explained.

"Dammit," He groaned, running his hand through his hair. "I'm sorry about that... and I also appreciate it, but you shouldn't have done that. You could have called a servant to take care of everything."

"Well, I thought about that but I felt that you might feel embarrassed. I didn't want anyone to see you in such a humiliating state. Your body was a mess and the room was... ugh! I would rather not speak about it," I said, trying to keep my voice level as I felt irritated thinking about what had happened earlier.

Oregon rolled his eyes dramatically. "I guess you are right, but can you leave now? I want to be alone."

"Alright," I pouted, nodding my head.

I closed the door and it squeaked on its hinges. I turned to look back at Oregon, who was sitting on the bed, watching me. Our eyes locked, and for a moment, it felt like time stood still. Then the door

closed and our gaze was broken.

I walked down the hallway, lost in my thoughts. I didn't realize when I walked past the elevator. After coming back to my senses, I ran back and entered the elevator, which took me downstairs.

When I got to the room, I noticed Laura wasn't there, so I decided to watch TV. Immediately, she opened the door and walked in.

"Oh, you're back?" She smiled.

"Yes," I nodded.

"Have you found the room you want?" She asked, as she took her seat next to me.

"Not yet," I replied, as I took my nervous eyes down to the floor.

"What? Not yet? Why is that? I thought you were out all day, looking for a room that you desired? Or did you not see the room you like? Don't worry, you can tell me," Laura said, giving a friendly smile.

"Not at all. To be honest, I didn't even check any room out. I was actually with Oregon in his room," I said, softly.

"What? Oregon?" She asked, sounding surprised.

"Yes," I nodded.

Laura looked shocked, and her mouth fell open in disbelief. "Did he allow you into his room?" She asked.

"He was quite cold and hesitant at first," I answered in a whisper.

"Wow. This is good news though. I'm glad you two are getting close. I want you to keep doing this so that you can get closer and make Vivian get out of the picture," She said, seethingly.

I sighed deeply when I remembered Vivian's condition - her pregnancy!

"It's going to be quite hard to get her out of the picture. Oregon seems fond of her," I whispered.

"Why do you say so? Look, Oregon used to hate her. I'm confused why he suddenly changed. I think she enchanted him," She said, whispering coldly.

"Indeed, she enchanted him. If not for that baby, he wouldn't have been this nice to her," I whispered to myself.

Laura's eyebrows ached. "What are you saying?" She asked, wondering why I was talking to myself.

"It's nothing," I replied, chuckling nervously.

"Uh... Alright then. Now, tell me, what did you two talk about?" She asked, as she moved closer to me.

My eyes blinked, and I bit my bottom lip. "Are you aware of Vivian's condition?" I asked.

"Vivian's condition?" She asked back.

"You don't?" I questioned, my brows raised instantly in awe.

"Why would I need to know that? I don't care about her. In fact, you need to stop asking about that witch!" She fired.

"I'm sorry for igniting anger in you," I whispered remorsefully.

"No, it's alright. It's that witch's fault... Anyway, I don't care about her condition. I don't even know much about that girl. All I want is for her to leave our lives and this pack!"

"I guess you don't know," I whispered.

"Don't know what?" She whispered back.

"They kept it away from you?" I scoffed, my heart boiling in anger.

"What the hell are you talking about, Isabella? Speak properly so that I can understand you," She snapped.

"It's nothing," I whispered, thinking it would be better if she didn't know anything about it now.

Laura sighed deeply and got up. She walked to the window and opened it, then stared out. The curtains started flying around as a result of the wind.

"I already provided a chance for you, and I want you to use it well," She whispered.

"Huh?... Sorry, I don't quite understand-"

"I have already planned something with the elders... Because of me, they requested a meeting with the Lycan King," She said, cutting me short.

"Oh..." I whispered, taking my head down.

Laura sighed and faced me. "They plan on kicking Vivian out of this pack."

My eyes widened as they returned to look at her face.