Lycan king's substitute breeder

Chapter seventeen

Vivian

I heard a soft moan escape my lips as I slowly opened my eyes. When I looked around, I realized I was in an unfamiliar place.

"Where am I?" I murmured to myself, squinting up at the bright white ceiling above me.

Finally mustering the strength to move, I turned my head and saw that I was lying in a hospital bed.

"Oh no... My head is pounding!" I groaned, clutching my throbbing head.

I sighed as I recalled the terrible events that had led me to fainting in the dungeon: the nausea and vomiting, and the awful smell of the dungeon and my cell. I never knew I was so sensitive to such conditions, but the stench in the dungeon was truly awful.

Just as I was pondering this, the door creaked open, revealing the doctor, King Oregon, and his Beta standing in the doorway. The Beta's name had never been revealed to me.NôvelDrama.Org © content.

I wanted to smile, but when I remembered King Oregon's harsh treatment of me and saw the deep frown on his face, my expression became neutral.

"Leave us," he commanded the doctor and Beta, who bowed before leaving the room.

I looked up at him and whispered, "King Oregon..." as he strode toward me.

"Sit up. We need to talk," King Oregon said, his voice tinged with anxiety and urgency.

What did he want to talk about? I wondered as I struggled to sit up.

"What is it, King Oregon?" I asked softly.

He looked at me intently and said, "I'll ask you this one last time, Vivian. Who are you?"

His words made my heart skip a beat. What did he want to know?

"My name is..." I began, but he cut me off.

"I don't care what your name is!" he said, his voice rising with impatience. "I just want to know who you are, do you understand?"

I swallowed hard, my heart pounding.

"I'm from the Silver Moon pack," I began, my voice shaking. "I had to leave because I was in danger there. On my way here one night, I saw a woman on a bridge, ready to jump. She was about to commit suicide. I tried to talk to her and help her, but she said she would rather die than be a Lycan King's breeder. That's when I decided to take her place. I meant no harm, I was only trying to help her"

"I had no shelter, no money, and no one to turn to," I continued. "That's why I needed a place to stay. I never intended to cause any trouble. I only wanted to live in peace and safety."

"You said you lived with your aunt and her family in your pack?" he asked.

"Yes," I replied, my voice shaking.

"And they treated you poorly, as though you were not one of their family?" he continued, his voice stern.

"Yes," I whispered, my heart racing. I had no idea what he was thinking, and I was afraid to find out.

"Did they probably make you do things that you didn't want to do?" He asked, his voice calm.

My eyes blinked fast. "How? I don't quite understand. Can you explain?" I said slowly.

"I'm asking if they forced you to engage in sexual activity in exchange for money or other things you needed," he said, his voice firm but gentle.

"What do you mean? Nobody made me a prostitute! I'm not even a prostitute in the first place!" I sharply said and he studied me from head to toe.

"Are you sure you don't remember me before now? We have actually met in your pack" He asked pointing at his face.

I squinted my eyes and stared intently at his face like I would remember. I finally let out a deep sigh and shook my head.

"I wish I could remember," I said, my voice full of frustration. "I don't remember a single thing. But hold on - are you saying we've met before? When? How come I don't remember?"

"Yes. We have met before," he answered.

I shook my head, racking my brain for any sign of recognition. "I don't remember," I said, "but maybe if you give me a hint..."

"We first met at a party," he said. "It was Jared's Beta mating ceremony."

I mumbled the words he said last, thinking I would recall something but I couldn't. "I'm sorry, I don't remember any of that."

"You were the woman I slept with that night. We had sex that night, remember?"

"You were the woman I slept with that night. We were intimate."

His words hit me like a wave. Suddenly, everything came flooding back. My mouth dropped open, and my eyes widened in surprise. I covered my mouth with my hand.

"I can see that you're starting to remember."

There was no doubt about it. The memories were all there, crystal clear.

"I can explain," I said, hesitating. "I'm not sure what happened that day, but I know it was a mistake." I paused, trying to find the right words. "I don't know what took over me, or why I felt that way. It just happened, and it just happened to be with you."

He raised a brow, amused.

"I swear, I'm not a harlot. That was the first time I had sex," I confessed and his eyes blinked so fast that it was easy to notice that he was nervous.

"That… That was your first sex?" He stuttered, a bit flustered.

"I swear," I said, nodding. "I've never been in a relationship before. I came close once, with my fated mate, but it didn't work out and we never did anything... intimate. So I've been alone ever since."

Oregon breathed deeply and rose to his feet.

"Huh? Are you leaving already?" I asked.

"Yes, I should go now" He responded, as he slowly walked away. I noticed he was in deep thoughts.

"Wait!" I begged and he faced me.

"What is it?" He asked dryly. His face looked pale.

"Eh… Did the doctor tell you anything?" I asked.

"Huh?" He whispered.

"Did he tell you what's wrong with me?" I asked, my voice quavering. "I don't usually get sick, so I'm curious how that awful odor in the dungeon could have affected me so strongly. I threw up a lot after smelling it. I'm not someone who vomits easily."

Oregon stared me instead and refused to say anything. It also seemed like he was lost in thoughts.

"Didn't he hear me? What is he thinking about?" I whispered to myself.

"King Oregon!" I called loudly making him jerk and jolting him out of his thoughts.

"Did you hear what I said?" I asked.

"Yeah…" He answered.

"So, what did the doctor say?" I asked again.