Lycan king's substitute breeder

Chapter fifty

Oregon

I felt something tickling my bare chest, and it jolted me awake. I opened my eyes to find Isabella standing beside me, her fingers tracing a pattern on my chest.

"What are you doing?" I hissed, grabbing her wrist to stop her.

She gave me a guilty look, but then a mischievous grin spread across her face. "What? You're awake?" she asked, feigning innocence.

I looked around, confused, then faced her. "What are you doing here?" I asked, my voice bitter.

"I'm sorry for just barging into your room, but I had no choice. Your mother wanted to be alone and asked me to go far. I didn't know where to stay or wait, so I decided to crash here," she explained.

"Go away," I said, flatly.

"I will go soon. Your mother wants to be alone. I can't just go there," she said quickly.

"Well, I don't care. There are a lot of places here you can go. Just leave my room, I want to be alone too," I said.

"No," she whispered and shook her head. "Can't you just allow me to stay here for a little bit? I will leave when she is done talking to your mother."

"Talking to my mother? Who is talking to her? You know what… I don't even care, you should go… now," I ordered, wearing a stern look on my face while I pointed at the door.

"Vivian," she suddenly whispered and my brows ached. I felt confused for a while.

"What are you talking about? Vivian? What happened to her?" I asked.

"She is the one talking to your mother," Isabella said. "Your mother asked for privacy, so I had to leave. Hmm… I wonder what they are talking about."

I wondered what they were both talking about. I couldn't help but be worried.

"What are you thinking about?" Isabella asked, and I looked at her. "Don't tell me you are worried about her? It's not like she's a kid," she said, rolling her eyes.

"Why wouldn't I be worried about her? You must have forgotten. Vivian is my breeder," I said.

"And when are you going to tell everyone she is your mate? Are you that embarrassed of her?" she asked.

"What?" I seethed, gnashing my teeth in anger.

"Well, I guess it's understandable. I mean, who wouldn't be embarrassed of such a woman as their mate? Imagine a strong and competent Lycan King like yourself sharing his mate bond with a weak Omega, who hasn't even gotten her wolf yet," she scoffed.

"Don't blabber gibberish. I really think you should leave now. You have overstayed your welcome," I snapped.

"What's with the cold and harsh behavior? You need to take it easy on me. Have you forgotten that we used to be best friends back in those days?" she said, with a dangerous smile on her face.

"That was before I knew the real you," I growled, a frown occupying my face. "Leave here, Isabella, before I drag you outside. Trust me, woman… you certainly won't like the way I will treat you. Stop stepping on my tail."

Isabella got away from the bed and stood on her feet against the ground. "Alright, I will leave… Happy now?" she asked, rolling her eyes.

I just sighed and watched as she walked to the door. She suddenly stopped and faced me. I looked back at her, wondering why she came to an abrupt halt.

"What is it? Do you have anything else to say?" I asked.

"Yes," she answered.

I scoffed loudly and shook my head. "Well, you had better not say it. I don't want to hear it."

"When are you going to tell them?" she said, ignoring my former statement.

"What?" I asked. "Hold on… I know what you are trying to say. Didn't you say that a few seconds ago? Don't bother to repeat yourself and just get out," I said, my voice sounding loud and furious.

Isabella let out a sigh and folded her arms across her chest. She gave me a withering look. "What do you think I'm trying to say?" she asked, a hint of annoyance in her voice. This content provided by N(o)velDrama].[Org.

I laughed dryly. "Aren't you trying to tell me I should tell everyone that Vivian is my mate? Isn't that it? You want me to tell the whole pack that I've found a mate who happens to be a lowly Omega?" I rolled my eyes.

Isabella's smirk was irritatingly smug. "No, that's not what I'm trying to say," she said.

I raised an eyebrow. "Then what are you trying to say?" I asked, my curiosity getting the better of me.

"When are you going to stop pretending and tell everyone that Vivian is pregnant?" she asked. I felt a pit in my stomach at the question.

I sat up, my frustration boiling over. "Listen here," I snapped, climbing out of the bed. I crossed the room and grabbed her by the throat, my fingers tightening around her neck.

She let out a strangled noise, her face turning red as she struggled to breathe. I glared down at her.

"Stay out of my business, Isabella," I snarled. "Just because you know a few secrets doesn't mean you can use them to control me. I'm not going to put up with your smug face. Get out," I said, my voice low and threatening.

I pushed her to the door and opened it, then shoved her out into the hallway. I closed the door behind her, the wood slamming with finality. I turned back to the room and found myself breathing heavily, adrenaline coursing through my veins.

"So annoying," I whispered, gritting my teeth in annoyance.

My mind suddenly went to Vivian, and I sighed. Obviously, I was so worried and curious. I wondered what my mother and Vivian were talking about and if Vivian was alright.

"I should go check on her," I whispered, buttoned my shirt, and wore my slippers before leaving the room.

Finally, I got to her door and knocked on it. There was no response, so I opened it and went in.

I met Vivian on the bed, crying and sobbing like a little child.

"Vivian?" I called, and she looked at me. "What happened?" I asked, scanning her red-looking and soaked face.

She broke down into another loud sobbing and stood up. I sighed and walked up to her.

"Are you okay?" I asked, my concern growing by the second.

She just shook her head, and that's when she wrapped her arms around me. My mind was racing, and I had no idea what to do. But before I could say anything, she pulled me in tight, and we stood there, embraced in a warm and comforting hug. Slowly, I let myself relax and allow myself to be held by her. It was a strange feeling, but not an unwelcome one.