Lycan king's substitute breeder

Chapter fourteen

Oregon

I watched stylishly as Vivian ate like she had not eaten for days. I guess she was really hungry.

"This is very tasty. I've never eaten anything like this before," she said.

"You come from this pack, I suppose?" I asked, shaking a piece of meat on my fork before putting it in my mouth.

A brief silence filled the air, and I looked at her, wondering why she had not replied.

"Ye…Yes," she stammered, giving a weak smile.

"What about your family?" I asked, curious to learn more about her.

"I'm an orphan," she said quickly, her smile fading.

I looked at her, and her smile turned into a sad one. "No, I'm fine.. It's been long that they died"

"Have you been taking care of yourself all this while?" I asked curiously.

"Not exactly. My aunt and her family have been taking care of me, but they don't really see me as a part of their family," she answered.

"Do you want to stop talking about them?" Vivian asked gently.

"Okay then." I replied.

We ate quietly, and when we were done, the servants came in to clear everything away. We went back to the bedroom, and Vivian sat on the sofa.

"Mind if I turn on the TV?" she asked, glancing at the black plasma TV beside her.

"Sure, go ahead. I'm not a big fan of noise, so I'll leave you to it," I said and started to stand up.

"Wait!" Vivian cried out suddenly, reaching for my arm and looking at me intently.

"Where are you going?" she asked.

"I'll be right back," I said, but she didn't release my arm. Instead, she held on to it even more tightly.

"No," she whispered, shaking her head. "Tell me where you're going. I hate being alone here. I don't want to be by myself. What if your mother comes?"

"Why? Are you scared of her?" I asked.

"No!" She retorted, "Why would I be scared of my mother-in-law?"

"Mother in law?" I frowned, my brows furrowed. My voice was dark and angry.

"Huh" She mumbled, confused by my sudden change in demeanor.

"Just so you know, my mother is not your mother-in-law, and we won't be related in any way. You're just here to breed, and that's all. The only reason I'm letting you stay in my room is because you seem strangely familiar. The moment I remember where I met you, I'll have you thrown out of my room, and if you cross me, I'll kick you out of this mansion." I spoke through clenched teeth, my words hot and full of anger.

"I'm so sorry. Please forgive me for my thoughtlessness." Vivian looked down at the floor, her eyes glistening with tears.

I let out a frustrated snarl and left the room, slamming the door so hard that it made a loud bang. I could hear her mumbling in tears, but I didn't care.

I went to my office and sat down at my desk, staring at the empty surface. I remembered some paperwork that my beta, Stephen, had told me about earlier, and decided to go through it.

I opened the drawer and took out some papers and a ballpoint pen. As I was reading through the documents, my thoughts suddenly turned to Vivian.

Something about her seemed familiar, but I couldn't quite put my finger on it.

Then it hit me. The party! My mind screamed at me.

I closed my eyes and tried to visualize the memory, like it was hidden somewhere on the surface of my mind.

That's when I remembered the last party I'd attended.

The party was at the Silver Moon pack, and it was the beta's mating ceremony. The host, as well as the alpha, Jared, had asked me to come.

As the memories came back to me, I could see myself drinking a beverage that had been drugged with wolfsbane.

As a result I became dizzy and weak, then slept with a prostitute, and that woman was… Vivian!

I stood up in shock, my hands hitting the table with a thud. It was her! There was no doubt in my mind. My instincts were always right.

"You've got to be kidding me," I spat out.

I wondered who Vivian really was. Why would she be at another pack's party? She was just a harlot, after all. What was she doing there, in another pack when she belonged to the pack I singlehandedly ruled? Belongs to (N)ôvel/Drama.Org.

"I've got to get her out of the pack house. A harlot has no place here. She can't be my sacred breeder!" I spat angrily, making for the door.

But just as I was about to open it, my mother walked in. "Son, we need to talk," she said.

"Not now, mother. It'll have to wait," I said, but she grabbed hold of my shirt.

"No, it's important," she insisted, an irritated look on her face.

"I don't care!. I need to take care of something first and it's crucial to me as well. We will talk soon, you can wait for me here " I said and tried leaving but her loud voice made my legs abruptly stop moving.

"It's about Vivian," she said, her eyes flashing with intensity. "There's something you need to know about her."

I turned to face her, my eyes narrowed. "What do you mean?" I asked, my voice cold and demanding. "What do you know about her?"

"You're curious now, aren't you?" she said, her eyes alight with triumph. "Well, I asked some men to look into Vivian's background, and they told me that she isn't from our pack. She lied to you! She isn't your chosen one. When they looked into her, they found out that she wasn't the one the moon goddess had chosen for you. Who is hell is she?"

I swallowed, struggling to process this information.

"What if she's a spy?" my mother exclaimed.

"Stop making wild guesses!" I said, turning away from her and pacing back and forth. "You're just making things up."

"But what if I'm right?" she said, following me around the room. "Shouldn't you call the guards to drive her away? Or maybe even arrest her?"

I let out a deep sigh and halted, turning to face her.

"Mom, please stop. I know what I'm doing. Just let me handle it in my own way, okay?" I said.

"Sorry, sweetheart. I'm just trying to help," she said, her voice sheepish. "I'll be quiet from now on. I promise."

"Thank you," I said, and she followed me out of the room, her footsteps falling softly behind mine.