Lycan king's substitute breeder

Chapter fifteen

Vivian

I decided not to watch TV and instead sat quietly. I kept replaying Oregon's words in my head, and they stung as much as they had before. Tears welled up in my eyes.

Just then, the door opened. I heard the hinges creak, but I didn't turn to look. I couldn't bear to see Oregon's face after the way he'd spoken to me.

"Get up!" Oregon said, his voice cold and sharp. I froze for a moment, then slowly turned around. There he was, standing in the doorway, his mother by his side. Her arms were crossed, and her eyes were narrowed. My heart pounded in my chest.

"Tell me who you are, and where you're from," Oregon said, a furious look on his face. "You're not my breeder, that's for sure."

My heart pounded so hard that I thought it would burst through my chest.

"Didn't you hear him? Answer his questions," his mother demanded, glaring at me. "Who are you? Where are you from? And how dare you lie to us?"

"Mom, please, let me handle this," he said, his voice firm. "I'll take care of it."

She looked at him, her expression hard. "Fine," she muttered. But her anger was still plain to see on her face.

"Please, let me explain," I said in a small voice. Tears began to well in my eyes, but the two of them didn't seem to care.

After a moment, I gathered my thoughts and said, "My name is Vivian Miller, and I'm not from this pack."

His mother's eyes widened. "I knew it! I knew something was off about you from the start. You're a spy, aren't you?"

"Laura!" Oregon growled, his voice low and dangerous. His mother's eyes filled with sadness, and she looked away.

"Did you just call your mother by her first name?" She asked, her voice trembling. "Please, tell me I misheard you."

"You didn't mishear anything," he said, his voice hard and unforgiving. "You brought this on yourself, Mother. I told you to back off, but you wouldn't listen. You left me with no choice."

"This is all your fault!" Laura yelled. She was standing in front of me, her eyes flashing with rage. "You tricked my son, and everyone else. And now you've made him turn against me. I'll make you regret ever coming here. We will meet again." With that, she turned on her heel and stormed out of the room.

I kept my eyes down as she left, not wanting to look at her.

When she was finally gone, I looked up to see Oregon's angry eyes on me. I quickly looked down again, feeling ashamed.

"You did a terrible thing, and I can't just forgive you for it," he said, his voice stern. "I will have to punish you for this."

Tears streamed down my face, and I wanted to beg for forgiveness. But my throat felt frozen, and I couldn't get the words out. All I could manage was a quiet sobbing.

"Are you from the Silver Moon pack?" he asked, his eyes fixed on me.

"How - how do you know?" I stammered, surprised that he knew about where I came from.

He ignored my question. "Have you seen me before today?" he asked.

I studied his face, searching for any sign of recognition, but I found none. I shook my head.

"No," I eventually answered.

Oregon nodded and looked away. "Guards!" He called suddenly and my eyes widened.

Twonguards dashed in and stood at attention, their eyes fixed on Oregon. My heart was pounding as I waited for his next words.

"Arrest her. Take her away to one of the prison cells," he said, his voice full of hatred. He pointed at me as he spoke, and the guards began to pull me away.

"My lord, King Oregon, please!" I cried, desperation in my voice. "I can explain everything, just give me one last chance."

He turned his back on me, refusing to even look at me as the guards dragged me out of the room.

As they dragged me away, I realized that I was in trouble once again. Was I really that unlucky?

They carried me down to the dungeon, which was located deep underground in the pack house. They threw me into one of the prison cells and locked the gate behind them.

"Please let me out! I can explain everything to the Lycan King. Please just ask him to give me a chance," I begged the guards, but they just hissed and walked away.

I sighed deeply and looked around. The dungeon was dark, smelly, and dirty. There were more cell rooms around me, and each had its own prisoner inside.

I just hoped I could get out of this mess, just like how my cousin, Nicholas, helped me get out of the first one. This content © Nôv/elDr(a)m/a.Org.

Then, the stench from the cell made my stomach turn and my throat started to itch. I felt like I was going to be sick.

I felt the urge to vomit, and I started retching. Before I knew it, I had vomited all over the place.

"Help!" I yelled, pounding on the gate. "Get me out of here! This place stinks."

No one came to help me, so I continued vomiting until I became dehydrated and my vision blurred.

I stood up and held the gate, trying to regain my composure, but my body felt so weak and light that I could barely stand. I took a deep breath, and my hands slipped from the gate. I fell to the ground in a heap, my eyes closing as I hit the floor.

"Mum…" I whispered, tears running down my cheeks. As my eyes closed, everything turned pitch black. I realized I had lost consciousness, and I feared that I might die.