Lycan king's substitute breeder

Chapter twenty eight

Oregon

Let's go," I told Vivian after I finished dressing up.

"To your mother's bedroom, right?" she asked, and I saw how nervous and timid she was.

"Obviously," I answered and rolled my eyes. "Or do you want to stay back? I will talk to mother. I feel like you won't be able to face her with that look on your face."

"Don't worry!" she gulped heavily and held the sides of her dress. "I want to come with you."

"Okay then... Let's go," I said, and we both left the room. We took the elevator, and while we were still inside, she kept inhaling and exhaling.

"Hey, you don't have to be nervous. I will be there too," I uttered, with a calm tone as I tried to soothe her.

"Okay," she whispered and smiled.

The elevator dinged and opened. We faced each other before leaving and quietly walked through the passageway.

"We are here," I whispered, coming to a halt. After knocking on the door, we heard her soft voice telling us to come in.

I pushed the door and it opened, then we both entered. We met Laura having hot coffee, her face looking happy, and I was relieved by the cool atmosphere I noticed.

"I thought you would not come, son. You two, sit," she said.

Vivian and I exchanged glances before taking our seats. She was wondering why Laura was behaving that way. It made her think she was going to accept her now.

"What's your name again, young lady?" she asked, as she gently placed the cup of coffee on the saucer which was on the table between us.

"It's Vivian Miller," she answered.

"But Mum, why do you keep forgetting her name?" I inquired, a brow moving upwards.

Laura chuckled and covered her lips with her palm. "Pardon me, but no one can blame old age, you know. You might have forgotten that I'm still in my late 50s. Don't let my pretty and young-like face fool you," she winked.

"Mother, you didn't call both of us here to flatter yourself, right? Why did you call us here? Don't you think you should start saying all you have to say?" I asked.

"Hmm... Yes. You both are three minutes late. I am certain that I said 8pm," she said, and tilted her head like she was suspicious.

"Does that even matter?" I questioned, tired and frustrated by her talks.

"Oh, please! Oregon, let me speak. Don't I have the right to speak as I want? I'm your mother, and you should listen to me. I'm also the Queen of the Moon Groove Pack," her voice came out

emotionless and strong, her brows ceased, and her face turned red with fury.

I inhaled deeply and gave a nod. "You can speak, mother. What are you implying?"

"It can only mean one thing, or should I say two things?" she said, with a smirk on her face. "Either you both arrived here coincidentally, or Vivian came to meet you and tattled about my message."

I heard Vivian breathe out loudly, and her eyes went down. Even without properly looking at her, I saw how scared and nervous she was. All content is property © NôvelDrama.Org.

"I think it should be the former, isn't it? I can't be wrong. Vivian, do you hate me so much that you have to tattle to the Lycan King?" Laura asked.

"Mum..." I inhaled and rubbed my face with my palm. "You should rephrase your words. Rather than the strong word HATE... shouldn't you rather say SCARED? Vivian was scared, that was why she came to tell me about your message..."

"Are you done?" she cut me off and I became furious.

"No," I answered.

"What else do you have to say? Seems like you will support this girl even to the end. Not until I tell you everything she has been hiding," Laura seethed, as she pointed her index finger at Vivian, who let out a small gasp.

I sighed deeply and said, "You shouldn't use the word TATTLE instead. She simply reported that to me," I said.

"Enough!" she screamed in anger, picked up the cup, and threw it against the wall, just above our heads. The cup smashed immediately, and the coffee inside splattered.

Vivian gasped loudly and shrugged her shoulders in fear. Her body shivered, and I sighed softly. I wanted to calm her down when Laura's angry voice stopped me.

"Enough, Oregon! Not another word. What is happening to you? What did this girl do to you, exactly? You are scaring me," she said as tears filled her eyes.

"Mother, please just tell us why you called us here. I'm tired of sitting here. I need to go to bed. Why does it feel like it's calling me?" I smirked, and my mother scoffed.

"Okay then. I will go straight to the point instead of talking gibberish. Forgive me!" she said, sarcastically, and grabbed her black bag, which had been next to her.

She opened it and brought out pictures, which she spread on the table. Both of us looked at them, and my eyes blinked before meeting my mother's. It was actually a picture of a handsome and tall man.

"What is this?" I asked.

"The question should be, who is this! Aren't you ever curious?" she barked.

"Why would I bother when I know the man?" I asked, shaking my head.

"You know Jared?" she questioned in disbelief.

I simply nodded.

"Well, yes! It's... It's possible you could know him, but do you know who he really is to her?" she asked, glaring at Vivian.

Vivian just gave a glance.

"Tell him. Tell Oregon who this man is to you! Since you don't want to tell him, I will. Actually, this man is Vivian's mate."

I laughed and shook my head. "You should have checked your information well and gotten the facts straight before spewing that nonsense," I scoffed, and folded my arms across my chest.

"What?" she whispered.

"This man is Vivian's former mate. He rejected her. She already told me everything," I said.

"What?" Laura stammered, her eyes widening in disbelief.

"And do you want to know the most interesting thing?" I whispered, a smirk forming on my lips.

Vivian's eyes were simply fixed on me, also waiting for my response.

"Vivian is my second chance mate," I said in a low voice, relishing the look of surprise on my mother's face.