Lycan king's substitute breeder

Chapter twenty three

Vivian

"Grab her!" One of the nurses, a chubby one, yelled at her fellow nurses who ran towards me and grabbed me before locking my arms with theirs.

The chubby nurse, who seemingly was the head of all nurses, walked up to me with a frown on her face. She kept her arms akimbo and glared at me.

"Where were you?" she questioned, demanding.

"I'm really sorry for running off. I had something to take care of," I said.

She snarled and pointed a finger at my face. "Let me warn you. Don't leave this hospital for any reason. If you must go out, tell one of the medical staff or you can call us. There is a telephone in your ward for crying out loud," she whined.

"I'm sorry," I whispered and briefly bowed my head in respect. Content rights belong to NôvelDrama.Org.

She sighed and went to the side. "Just take her away. Make sure you lock the door from the outside so that she wouldn't try to leave ever again," she said.

"No! Please wait!" I cried out.

"Dammit! What is it? What do you want?" she asked, her face looking angry.

"I'm sorry, but I have a question," I muttered.

"I'm listening, so go on," she sharply said.

"When am I going to leave here?" I asked, my eyes filled with pity and sadness.

"What?" she said, giving me a stony look.

"Please! I just want to know. I'm tired of staying in this boring hospital when I'm fine. I swear, I'm better now," I said.

"You are not going to leave here," she snapped.

"But... but why?" I stuttered, my eyes shaking.

"King Oregon has ordered that we keep you in and watch you closely. He doesn't want you to leave the hospital, neither does he want us to discharge you yet. We shall wait for his order before dismissing you. Now, take her away," she ordered, pointing at the lobby.

My face turned pale as the ladies pulled me away. Why was King Oregon behaving this way? Why would he give that kind of order when he wanted me gone? Wouldn't it be better if I ran off from the hospital and the pack as a whole? Wasn't that what he wanted since he didn't want to see my face?

I was finally taken to my ward, and when I entered, the ladies jammed the door and locked it.

I sadly sighed and walked back to the bed, hoping that Oregon would call on me later and give me good news.

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Laura was in her bedroom having tea, and she kept stealing glances at Stephen, who seemed deep in thought. He was sitting on the smallest couch, with his eyes on the wall. His mind was obviously somewhere else; Laura could tell.

"What is wrong with him?" she muttered and carefully placed the cup on the saucer.

"Hey, Stephen," she called, but there was no response. He was seriously in another world, deeply lost in his thoughts that he couldn't even hear her or anything.

"Stephen!" she called loudly, and he jerked out of his thoughts.

He quickly faced her and raised his eyebrows in wonder.

"What is wrong with you?" Laura asked, a frown occupying her face.

"What do you mean?" he inquired, his brows arching.

"I called you, but you didn't hear me. You look really lost in your thoughts. Tell me, what are you thinking about now?" she asked.

Stephen hissed and looked away. "It's none of your business."

"Hold on. What are you even doing in my room? I didn't invite you here. You just came in and sat down without saying a single word to me. What's your problem exactly?" Laura asked, her face still frowning.

"I'm sorry for being so harsh, but it's your son's fault," he replied and bit his lower lip.

"Wait, who are you talking about? Do you mean King Oregon, my biological son?" she asked.

"Who do you think I'm talking about then? Please stop being obnoxious," he sighed.

Laura stood up and slammed her palm against the table in front of her, emitting a loud noise. Stephen was even forced to look at her.

"You are aware I have warned you numerous times to keep my son's name out of your mouth. Stop dragging him into our business," she yelled.

Stephen scoffed and a sly smirk ran across his lips. "And if you must remember, I am the beta to that same son."

"That is between you and him. But between us, we discuss different things. To be honest, it really annoys me whenever you randomly mention his name whenever you are speaking," she said.

Stephen turned furious and got up immediately. "So, what do you want me to do now?" he yelled, his voice getting shaky.

"What do you mean? Isn't it a simple thing for you to keep his name away from your lips? And can you stop yelling at me? What if someone hears and gets the wrong idea?" she snapped.

"You have got to be kidding me, right? Because I know one of the last things you will forget is that most rooms, including yours, are soundproof. Anyway, I wanted to tell you something, but since you

keep acting this way, I'm just going to keep it to myself," he said, trying to leave.

"Wait... What... What is that? Do tell me," she stammered, blinking her eyes fast.

"Forget about it, Laura. I don't think I can tell you anymore. But I can only give you a spoiler," he uttered, giving her a dangerous smirk that made Laura get chills.

"What is that?" she asked softly.

Stephen left the door and walked up to Laura, who was still on her feet. When he got to her, he ran his face across her own face and placed his lips just against her ear, then let out a soft whisper, "Get ready to set a room. A lady whom you detest so much is coming soon."

"What?" she could only mutter. Laura was yet to understand anything. She felt a bit confused.

"I will leave now," he winked and finally walked out.