Lycan king's substitute breeder novel Chapter 40

Vivian

As I lay curled up on my bed like a newborn baby, tears streaming down my face, I felt a sinking sense of disbelief. I stared at my stomach, unable to process the fact that there was a tiny life growing inside of me.

"I can't believe this..." I whispered, my voice breaking.

This was not how I had imagined my life turning out. But here I was, facing the biggest change of my life. I took a deep breath, trying to steady my racing heart.

"What am I going to do?" I wondered aloud.

Indeed, it was really hard to believe that I was carrying a little being inside my stomach.

"I'm so sorry I didn't find out sooner, little one," I whispered, tears spilling from my eyes. "Your father never told me. He lied and kept it from me." I placed a hand on my belly, feeling a mixture of emotions. Anger, confusion, and disbelief swirled inside me. How could he have done this?

I took a deep breath and tried to calm my racing heart. I had to figure out what to do next. I had to make a decision that would impact not only my life but also the life of this tiny being inside me.

I should have realized that there was a chance of me being pregnant after having sex with a stranger at the party, but I was too blind to know, and the man I had sex with was none other than Oregon, a Lycan king for that matter.

I stood up, my fists clenched. I was seething with anger at the way he had deceived me. I couldn't keep my emotions bottled up any longer. I had to confront him.

I stormed out of my room and made my way towards his room. But when I got there, I found one of the servants cleaning.

"Good afternoon," she said, smiling at me.

"Hello," I replied, forcing a smile back at her. I scanned the room, searching for Oregon.

"Is there something I can help you with?" she asked, noticing my obvious unease.

"I was wondering if King Oregon is around?" I said, trying to sound casual.

"King Oregon? He went out a few minutes ago," she answered, her expression natural.

"He left?" I asked, my stomach sinking.

My eyes widened immediately. "He went out?" I asked.

"Yes," she replied, nodding.

"Yes, that's right," she replied.

"Do you know where he went?" I pressed, trying to keep my voice steady.

She hesitated for a moment, her eyes searching mine. "He might have gone to the office, based on what he was wearing and the documents he was carrying," she answered. "But I'm afraid I don't know exactly where it is. I'm not sure if you would be able to find it on your own. Do you want me to help you get there?"

I hesitated, unsure if I should ask for help. "Yes, that would be very kind of you. I don't want to waste my time trying to find my way around," I said, feeling grateful for her offer.

"I will gladly take you there," she smiled.

"Thank you so much for your kindness, you are so nice," I forced a smile.

"Thank you, and have a great day!" I said, looking as she turned to leave. She waved at me and started walking away.

I smiled and waved back as she turned and walked away. I waited until she was out of sight, then turned my attention back to the door. I took a deep breath, then knocked.

There was silence.

I knocked again. Nothing.

I sighed, feeling my annoyance rising. Where was he? I knocked a third time, harder this time. Still nothing.

"Is he ignoring me?" I muttered under my breath, anger bubbling inside me. I knocked again, louder this time, but there was still no answer.

"Are you kidding me?" I said out loud, my frustration spilling over. I took a deep breath, trying to calm myself down. This was ridiculous. Maybe he was out for lunch? Or maybe he was in a meeting? Or maybe he was just in the bathroom?

I decided to give it one last try, knocking loudly and persistently. Still, no response.

"This is ridiculous!" I said, feeling my blood boil.

I sighed, feeling my patience waning. In a last-ditch effort, I called his name. "King Oregon, are you in there?" I said loudly, trying to remain respectful. But there was no response.

My frustration mounting, I found myself calling out to him without honorifics. "King Oregon!" I said, a hint of anger in my voice. Still nothing.

I felt my blood boil, my hands shaking. What was wrong with this man? I reached for the doorknob, turning it slowly. Was I really going to barge into his office? Well, he caused it, and I tried my best.