Lycan king's substitute breeder

Chapter thirty five

Oregon

I don't want to see you," I said haughtily, preparing to close the door, but she held it open with surprising strength.

"Just hear me out, okay?" she pleaded, a hopeful smile on her face.

"I said I don't want to talk to you," I snapped, feeling my temper rising. "If you don't leave, I'm going to lose my cool."

"Don't you want to hear your mother's little secret?" she whispered foxily and winked an eye.

I could feel my temper flaring, but I held my ground. "What secret?" I asked, my curiosity getting the better of me.

"Oh, come on! I know you know what I mean. I know you are curious too," she said with a smirk.

I groaned and rolled my eyes. "I guess you are bad at reading people's facial expressions then. Yes, I was indeed curious then but not anymore. Leave my sight before I pounce on you," I warned, showing the sides of my sharp teeth.

Isabella flinched and went backwards. Then, I slammed the door in her face before walking in. As I was about to head to bed, I heard the knock again.

"Who is that?" I asked, growling lowly.

There was no response. Instead, the sound of the knock came again. I angrily went to the door and opened it only to see Isabella standing and staring with a wide grin on her face.

"Dammit!" I seethed, gritting my teeth in anger.

"Missed me?" she chuckled, speaking sarcastically.

"Have you gone mad? Didn't I warn you to leave? Get out now if you don't want to see my other side," I spat.

She sighed deeply and came forward, walking past the door.

"What do you think you are doing!" I thundered and took a few steps back.

"Can we just talk, please?" She pleaded, making a pitiful look on her face. Content is property of NôvelDrama.Org.

"I don't want to talk to you and can you stop with the stupid look on your face? It doesn't fit you at all. It's so cringy" I spat.

"Oh, sorry" Isabella laughed and covered her lips.

"Look, Isabella… I'm being serious. I don't want to speak with you. There's nothing for us to talk about. You don't have to tell me about my mother. I don't care, it's her life. She can do what she wants. I can't control her life since I hate it when someone controls mine" I said.

"Whatever," she chuckled, rolling her eyes. She leaned down over my arm and started to step into the room.

"What do you think you're doing?" I yelled.

"Calm down, King Oregon," she said, laughing. "I didn't come here to talk about your mother. I guess the subject wasn't enough to pique your interest."

"What are you talking about?" I asked, my patience wearing thin.

"I like that. What am I talking about?" s

he mimicked my voice and laughed seductively.

"You know what, I don't even want to know what you're saying. I don't care! Just leave," I said, my voice shaking with anger. I clenched my jaw and balled my fists at my sides.

I didn't need to call for the guards - I could handle this myself. But first, I needed to get her out of my sight. I grabbed her arm, my fingers digging into her skin.

She let out a pained groan and looked up at me, her eyes shining with unshed tears. "It's about Vivian," she whispered, her voice icy and cold.

"Vivian?" I stammered, my brow furrowing as I tried to make sense of her words.

"Yes," she responded and chuckled.

"What does Vivian have to do with anything?" I asked, trying to keep the impatience out of my voice. But my curiosity was getting the better of me, and I could feel my pulse quickening.

"Hmm… I'm guessing you didn't notice. I was able to see it at first glance. I smelled the other blood, and it was very strong. It was coming from here," she whispered, rubbing her stomach and flaring her nose.

"Speak! I need to understand you," I gritted my teeth, my voice moving fast.

"She's pregnant!" she snapped and my eyes started flapping rapidly like they wanted to drop from their sockets.

Isabella studied the look on my face and furrowed her eyes. "What's this? Aren't you going to say something?" she questioned.

I swallowed hard and wiped the beads of sweat forming on my nose. "You should leave, Isabella. I have heard enough of your nonsense."

I turned around, avoiding eye contact with her. There was a minute of silence and I wondered why she wasn't saying anything. Had she left? I turned and when I saw her still standing and staring, I turned my gaze away quickly.

"You knew about this, right?" she let out a whisper, breaking the silence.

I sighed deeply and turned to her, pocketing my hands. "What do you mean? About what?" I asked.

"You know she is pregnant. You know that Vivian is pregnant," she kept yelling.

I quickly covered her mouth with my palm and scowled at her face. "Stop screaming," I grunted.

She took her hand away from my mouth and I saw how dangerous her face looked. "I have only one question," she whispered.

"What is that?" I asked.

"Who is the father?"

"What?"

"Who is the father?"

"Leave, Isabella."

She bit her lower lip strongly and walked to the door. I was glad she had finally given up. As soon as she opened the half-opened door, we met Vivian on the other side, gawking at us. Her hands were gripping onto the sides of her dress and her face was pale.

"What was that about?" she asked in a whisper before an angry-looking Isabella could leave.

"What?" Isabella queried, raising a brow.

"What were you two talking about?" she yelled, and her eyes turned wet with tears.

Isabella scoffed and turned to me. "I guess she heard everything and I also think you never told her anything."

I faced Vivian and saw the way her eyes let down hot tears.

"Tell me! What is all this!" she screamed powerfully, her heart aching.