Lycan king's substitute breeder

Chapter twenty six

Oregon

I stood still, glaring at my mother with spiteful and irritable eyes. My fists were clenched as I stared as if she were my prey that I was ready to attack.

"Oregon…" she whispered, feeling heartbroken. "When will you stop calling me that? When will you stop calling your mother by her name? You keep doing this because of this girl."

"I don't care what you think, but just leave Vivian alone. Let her be, for crying out loud. I didn't bring her here for you to bully," I snapped, with my eyebrows arched.

"So, why did you bring her here?" she asked. "You brought a liar to be your breeder?"

"It's not your business, mother. Stephen, if you don't mind, I want you to take my mother to her room. She probably needs to rest," I said, as I turned to Stephen.

"Of course," he replied and went to my mother, whom he linked arms with. "Let's go," he told her softly and led her away.

As she was led away, Laura's pathetic eyes were on me, and she was even hesitant. Her eyes scrolled to Vivian and they turned red with fury.

When she was finally out of the room, I walked up to Vivian, whose hands were visibly trembling.

"Are you alright?" I asked and she looked up at me, then forced a quick smile.

"Yes… Yes, I'm fine," she stuttered.

"I'm sorry for what my mother did. You haven't eaten yet?" I asked, when I glanced at the food on the table.

"Yes, I'm suddenly not hungry," she answered.

"And you left the food open? Weren't you about to eat it before she came in?" I asked, pointing at the lid which was next to the plate of food.

"Oh, I guess you are really smart, like many do say, but I'm not hungry right now. I don't have the appetite to eat any longer," she said, and quietly walked to the bed.

She sat on it and faced me. "You actually came to check up on me. Thank you."

I simply nodded. Contentt bel0ngs to N0ve/lDrâ/ma.O(r)g!

"You should eat. I'm off to my bedroom," I told her before walking out.

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"Can you just calm down?" Stephen frowned as he watched Laura parading all over the room.

"Can't you see, Stephen? This is getting out of hand! What exactly did this girl do to my son? He changed completely! I can't believe this," she said, biting her nails.

"You already told me to deal with her. Give me time!" he said and she sighed.

"No, Stephen! I can't give you time. Things are becoming worse and I can't apprehend what might happen next. What if my own son decides to kick me out of the apartment? No! No! Either you deal with her now or I deal with her myself," Laura said, emphasizing each word.

"Look at me, Laura!" he yelled and grabbed her shoulders. They were facing each other now.

"I don't think it's wise enough to suddenly attack her now. She just came back from the hospital…"

Laura interrupted him. "Why? Has she enchanted you as well? Do you pity her because she just came from the hospital?" she scoffed.

Stephen sighed deeply and squeezed her shoulders which he was grabbing onto. "No, Laura, no!" he answered.

"Then what? Answer me!" she said.

"People might talk. Oregon will also definitely know that Vivian was attacked. We just need to act cool and wait for the right time. That's the plan," he said.

"Well, I'm not a planner unlike you. You are free to wait as you want. I will just do this my way, thank you," she said and took his hand off her shoulders.

"Laura, I'm warning you. This could cause a huge problem. Don't be quick in doing something rash," he warned.

"The plan I have in mind will go smoothly and won't have any effects. You don't have to worry," she said.

"What is it about?" he asked, raising an eyebrow.

"I plan on talking with one of my friends here," she replied, as she sat on the sofa.

"Wait, what? Talk to your friends about what? Are you planning on telling her things like this?" he asked, his voice loud.

"No," she laughed. "I plan on asking her to give me her daughter. I'm going to bring her and my son together instead of that foolish girl," Laura uttered, as she gnashed her teeth.

Stephen quietly looked at her, without uttering a word.

"Shouldn't you leave now? I'm ready to go," she said and grabbed her black bag from the side of the sofa.

"Just be careful," Stephen said before leaving the room.

Laura sighed and stood up, hanging the bag over her shoulder. She opened it and brought out a black scarf and sunglasses which she wore around her face and against her eyes respectively.

Afterwards, she wore casual sandals and left the room. She called her driver and demanded the car keys.

"Queen Laura, how about I drive you there instead? Your son will get upset if you drive yourself," he said, frightened.

Laura rolled her eyes. "Like he even cares about me now. Give me the keys already!" she yelled.

"Okay," the driver replied, flinching, and handed the keys to her.

Laura snarled and went to the actual car before opening the door. She entered and drove away, leaving the driver to sink in his world of worry.

Laura drove for a long time before getting to her friend's house. She adjusted her scarf, which concealed parts of her face, before getting out of the car.

She went to the door and knocked. It opened a few seconds later and Laura smiled when she saw her friend staring at her.

"Laura! Is that you?" her friend seemed very surprised to see her.

"Yes! Let me in first," Laura said, stealing glances around.

She opened the door widely and Laura walked inside hurriedly.

"Wow. Welcome, Laura," her friend smiled. "Let me get you something," she added and walked away.

Laura inhaled deeply and took off the scarf and sunglasses, which were even causing her discomfort.