Lycan king's substitute breeder novel Chapter 37

Vivian

The cool wind brushed against my face as I stared at Oregon, waiting for an answer. But all I saw in his eyes was an impenetrable wall.

"Please answer me," my voice shook as I spoke.

"There's nothing to say," he said, shaking his head. But I could hear Isabella scoff behind me, and I wondered if she could sense the tension between us.

He turned to Isabella, a dark scowl on his face. I felt a knot forming in my stomach as I watched them, afraid of what might happen next.

"You need to go," he said firmly, his voice hard and uncompromising.

"No!" I cried out, surprising even myself with the force of my protest.

"Please let her stay," my voice went timid and soft.

"I guess you heard everything. Poor girl, you didn't know anything about it, right?" Isabella asked, as she kept staring at my stomach.

I swallowed hard and looked at Oregon. "Can you explain everything... I don't understand what I heard."

"I told you I wanted to be alone," he said, his voice rising in anger. "Why did you think it was okay to ignore my wishes and come here anyway?"

"I'm sorry," I said, my voice shaking. "I was feeling so ill that I didn't know what else to do. I thought you would be able to help me." I could feel tears starting to well up in my eyes, but I fought to keep them at bay.

Isabella chuckled slyly and once again, our eyes darted to her.

"What is so funny, Isabella?" Oregon asked, furiously, as he clenched his fists.

"I guess she just started seeing the signs," she answered, as a mischievous smile ran across her lips.

"What signs?" I asked, turning my head to both of them.

"Why don't we go inside and talk about this?" Oregon said when he noticed a servant working down the corridor.

I sighed deeply. "Is it the signs of pregnancy?" I asked.

"Dammit!" he cursed under his breath, grabbed my arm, and pulled me inside before slamming the door shut.

"Let Isabella in. I also need to hear her out," I said, dragging my hand away from his hold and running to the door. I was about to open it when I heard his loud and angry voice.

"Don't open that door. I shall tell you what you need to know."

"No. I don't think you can tell me what I need to hear... I need to hear it from her," I said.

"Dammit Vivian. Look at me!" he yelled.

I stood frozen, my hand clutching the doorknob as if my life depended on it. My gaze remained fixed on the door, my mind racing with thoughts of escape. But then, a booming voice rang out, jolting me out of my trance.

"Look at me!" he thundered. My skin erupted in goosebumps as my body went cold and stiff. With shaking hands, I slowly turned to face him. What I saw made my heart stop. His face was contorted in rage, his eyes blazing with fury.

"What is it?" I whispered, my heart pounding in my chest.

"You really want to know everything, don't you?" he scoffed, taking a few steps towards me. I looked down, my eyes fixed on my bare feet, unable to meet his gaze.

"I will, if you tell me," I said quietly, my voice shaking.

There was a pause, and then his voice came, steady and calm. "You're pregnant."