Lycan king's substitute breeder

Chapter thirty four

Isabella

"What were you talking about with my son?" Laura asked, scanning the look on my face.

"I just asked about your whereabouts," I replied, reaching out to hand Laura her phone. She took it from me, avoiding eye contact.

"What is this about?" She asked, shoving her phone in my face.

"Someone called," I answered with a small smile. "I couldn't answer the call on your behalf, neither could I just watch it ring. I had to look for you."

"Oh, thank you… But you still haven't told me what you and my son were talking about," She said, and I saw the seriousness in her face. Even her voice sounded stern and deep.

"We didn't talk about much. Like I said before, I asked him about you," I replied.

"Is that all?" She asked, narrowing her eyes.

"Yes," I responded and nodded.

"Then, why was his face looking so anxious? I thought you were telling him something else."

"No… I wasn't telling him much. But, Queen Laura… I think I should be the one asking you that," I whispered.

"Pardon?" She muttered, her twitching, nervous-looking eyes darting around my face.

"I mean, why was Oregon's face looking anxious? Did something happen between both of you?" I asked softly, and there was a second of silence between us.

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"What could have happened between us for his face to look like that? Nothing happened," She said and let out a chuckle.

"Oh, I see. I guess I was wrong then. When I met him, his face looked really anxious and he seemed angry too. I thought something happened," I said, pouting my lips.

"Hold on… Did Oregon tell you that we met?" She asked.

"No," I answered in a whisper.

"Then, why would you think that I was the cause of the change in his facial expression? I never told you he met me," Laura said.

"I just guessed," I chuckled, trying hard not to sound nervous. "I simply judged the look on his face when I asked where you were. His expression changed. Even when he told me he didn't know anything, I knew he was lying. I thought something happened between you two. Maybe you both had a fight?"

Laura cleared her throat and shook her head. "Nothing happened between us, and that's it."

"Okay. I'm sorry for trying to be curious," I said, with a soft voice.

"Hmm… It's really true that curiosity killed the cat. Isabella, I would prefer if you are not too curious. One of the kinds of people I loathe are those that are extremely inquisitive," She said.

"I'm sorry. Please forgive my stupidity and recklessness," I muttered, sadly.

"It's fine. As long as you have reflected on yourself, everything is good. Come, let's go back in," She said, and I nodded.

Together, we went upstairs and finally entered the bedroom. I watched as Laura went straight into the bathroom.

"Queen Laura…" I called, whispering.

"Yes?" She answered.

I bit my lower lip and sighed. "If you are done, I would like to speak with you, please," I said, timidly.

There was a brief silence before she spoke.

"Alright. Hold on," She answered.

After washing up, Laura emerged from the bathroom and got dressed. Meanwhile, I retreated to my room. A few moments later, I heard her call my name, and I came out immediately.

"You said you wanted to talk to me," She said.

"Yes," I nodded.

"What's that?" she asked, sinking into a chair and rubbing a towel vigorously over her damp hair.

My gaze dropped to the floor, unable to meet her eyes. I felt a lump in my throat.

"You seem a little tense," she observed, her voice gentle. "Just relax, okay? We even had a conversation a few minutes back. There's nothing to be nervous about."

I mustered a smile and sat down beside her. "You're right," I said, forcing myself to meet her gaze. "I'm ready to talk."

"Great," she said, her expression brightening. "Let's hear it."

I took a deep breath, then confessed, "I don't think I can stay here much longer."

"What? Why?" Her eyes opened widely in surprise.

"No! Uh… What I mean is that I can't stay in this room with you anymore. I don't think I can do that any longer," I said.

"Why? Are you uncomfortable with me now or what?" She asked, raising an amused brow.

I sighed deeply and scratched my head. "No, please. Don't misunderstand me. I'm trying to say that I think I need a room of my own."

"Oh, that… There are various rooms here you can choose from, if that's what you want. But can I ask you again, are you certain you want to stay on your own?" She asked.

"Yes, I want to," I replied, nodding my head sharply.

"Alright then," She sighed deeply.

"Can I start looking at the rooms now, if you don't mind?" I whispered, trying to be sweet and innocent.

"Yes, if that's what you wish. How about I call the housekeeper to show you around?" She said rhetorically.

"No! Don't worry, I can do all that myself. You don't have to worry," I smiled.

"Do you know your way around?" She asked, sounding worried.

"Of course!" I chuckled and nodded my head.

"If you say so," She said, and I stood up, excitedly.

"Thank you, Queen Laura!" I gushed and bowed lowly before leaving the room.

When I was out, I dusted my dress and kept a straight face. I walked to the elevator and entered it. It took me downstairs, and I came out.

As I stepped out of the elevator, I smoothed my dress and took a deep breath. Trying to keep my expression neutral, I walked down the corridor. When I reached the door, my heart started racing. I hesitated for a moment, then raised my hand and knocked.

The door swung open, revealing a stony-faced Oregon. I forced a smile and gave a little wave, but he didn't return my greeting.

"What are you doing here?" Oregon demanded. His tone was brusque, his face a cold mask. His expression was so forbidding, I almost turned tail and ran.

"I… I came to see you," I stammered, feeling my courage deserting me.