Lycan king's substitute breeder

Chapter Eighty three

Vivian

I sprinted back to the training center, tears streaming down my face. I couldn't bear to be in my room anymore; it only reminded me of Oregon. All I wanted was to be alone, to release my anger and sadness through tears.

When I arrived at the training center, I found Damien sitting on the floor, eating noodles from a cup. He stopped slurping and looked up at me, surprise evident on his face.

"What's wrong?" he asked softly, standing up.

"What are you doing here?" I asked him, and sniffled loudly.

"That's not important right now," he replied, sighing deeply. "Tell me, why are you crying? What happened?"

I gulped and looked away. "It's nothing," I whispered.

"Oh, Vivian, please don't say that. Just tell me what happened. Even if I can't help you, I can at least offer some comfort," he said.

"It's Oregon," I said, my voice shaky as I started sobbing.

"King Oregon?" he asked, stepping closer to me.

"Yes," I nodded, my eyes widening.

"Tell me, what did he do?" he asked, softly.

"He hates me," I replied, sobbing so much that I started hiccuping.

Damien sighed and gently wiped the tears from my face. "I'm sure he doesn't hate you. There must be a reason."

I looked up at him, hope flickering in my eyes. "You think so too, right?"

"Huh?" he mumbled, looking confused.

"I also believe there's a reason behind his behavior, but he won't tell me anything. I'm so scared now," I said.

"Don't worry, I'll be here for you," he whispered, and I managed a small smile, though the tears continued to flow.

I couldn't stop crying, and he pulled me into a tight embrace. I was startled at first and tried to break free, but he held me firmly.

"Just give me a minute," he whispered. "Let me hold you like this."

"But we can't..." I whispered, still attempting to pull away.

"I'm just trying to console and comfort you. Nothing more. I want you to find solace, that's all," he said.

My mouth fell open as I started crying even harder. I couldn't resist hugging him back, burying my wet face in his chest.

After a few minutes, he released me, and I wiped my face with my hands. My nose was already running, and I kept sniffing.

"You should go to your room and rest. Look at how swollen and red your eyes are," he said softly, and I sighed.

"Thank you," I whispered, looking up at him.

"For what?" he asked, his twitching eyes looking at me.

"For consoling and comforting me. That's exactly what I needed, even if it went beyond a minute," I said, with a small smile.

"You're welcome," he said warmly, a smile on his face.

"You should go and finish your food before it gets cold and soggy," I said, pointing at the cup of noodles.

"Sure. Go ahead now, and make sure you eat, drink water, and take a bath before you sleep. I don't want you to cry anymore, alright?" he said.

"I won't cry," I said, attempting a smile.

"Okay then. Goodbye," he waved, vehemently.

"Goodbye," I chuckled, waved back and walked away.

***

Damien felt a twinge of unease as he thought about Vivian. His heart raced, and he felt a deep ache for her, though he couldn't understand why.

"Why do I care so much about her?" he whispered, letting out a heavy sigh.

He knew that his feelings for Vivian went against his plans, and he couldn't help but wonder if his heart was leading him astray. After walking to the food he had prepared, he picked it up and sighed deeply.

"I can't eat this anymore. It's too cold and soggy for my liking," he said, tossing it in the trash. Nôvel(D)rama.Org's content.

He headed to his new room and lay down on the bed. Lost in thought, he didn't realize when he started sighing continuously.

A knock on the door startled him, and he sat upright. "Who is it?" he asked.

"I was sent by the Queen," a small voice replied.

"Queen Laura?" he asked, raising an eyebrow.

"Yes," the voice replied. "She wants to see you now."

"Alright," he said, sighing softly. "I'll be there soon."

"Okay," the voice said, and Damien heard the footsteps fade away. He got up, left the room, and made his way to her quarters.

Upon

entering, he found Laura and Isabella engaged in conversation, both wearing wide smiles.

"Oh, you're here! Have a seat," Laura smiled, gesturing for him to sit. He sat down slowly, not saying a word.

"I heard about what happen

ed between the Lycan Mate and his so-called mate," Laura chuckled.

"His mate?" he muttered.

"Yes. Thanks to Isabella, I discovered that Vivian is Oregon's mate," she said.

"But why are you happy about this? I expected you to be angry and disappointed. Didn't you hate Vivian?" he asked.

"Well, I did, but not anymore. Oregon has broken the bond," she said, smiling wickedly.

"What? He broke the bond?" Damien asked, remembering Vivian's behavior earlier at the training center. He felt a pang of sadness.

"Yes, he broke the bond, but she hasn't rejected it yet. Although, in time, she will break the bond as well," Laura said.

Damien, growing tired of her, quickly asked, "But why did you call me here? Did you call me just to tell me all this?"

"Not at all," Laura laughed. "I actually want you to speed things up a bit."

"How? I don't understand," he whispered.

"We want you and Vivian to fall in love quickly, and we want you to sleep with her," Isabella said.

"What?" Damien muttered.

"That way, Oregon will despise her and leave her for good. They'll both feel too flawed to want to be together," Laura said, chuckling.

Damien swallowed hard and nodded. "I'll do as you say," he said, his voice barely audible.

"Good," Isabella and Laura said simultaneously, exchanging meaningful glances with mischievous smiles on their faces.