Lycan king's substitute breeder

Chapter Eighty two

Oregon

Vivian fell silent, her misty eyes fixed on me as she processed my words. Had I just rejected her?

"Wait, Oregon. What... What are you saying? Why are you saying this?" she asked, her voice filled with confusion.

"Please accept my rejection, Vivian!" I yelled, tears streaming down my face.

"I won't!" she screamed, her tears drying up. "I won't accept your rejection, that's final. You need time to clear your mind, and that's what I'll give you. Just rest, I'll leave you alone." With that, she turned to leave.

"Do you think I'm joking, Vivian?" I asked, and she sighed.

"I'd rather not talk to you. Just go to your room and rest," she said, attempting to turn the doorknob.

"Can't you see that I don't love you anymore?" I yelled, and she turned to face me.

"What?" she whispered, her eyes blinking twice.

"I said I'm not in love with you anymore. I don't have those feelings. I'm in love with someone else," I said, my voice low and soft, trying to sound sincere.

Her eyes filled with disbelief as she stared at me.

"I'm in love with someone else," I said coldly, and she ran her tongue across her lips.

"I don't want to know. I don't want to hear it. Just rest up, I'll come back to check on you. Goodbye," she said.

I quickly grabbed Isabella's arm and pulled her close, crashing my lips onto hers. To make it seem real, I kissed her passionately and deeply. Vivian, who was watching, gasped in shock, fresh tears streaming down her face.

I closed my eyes, pretending to enjoy the kiss with Isabella. Meanwhile, Vivian couldn't bear it any longer. She took a few steps back, turned around, and ran out of the room.

Once the door shut behind us, I pushed Isabella away and rushed to lock the door. I turned to Isabella, who seemed lost, and she nervously bit her bottom lip.

"Snap out of it, Laura. You know why I did that," I said, and she slowly turned to me, a smile playing on her lips.

"Wow," she chuckled. "You're quite the actor. Is this what I've been missing all this time? Vivian definitely bought it."

I sighed, frustration evident in my voice. "I have no idea. I need to get Vivian out of this pack house. I need her to stop loving me. If she finds out the truth, she'll hate me. I can't even look her in the eyes, I feel so guilty."

Isabella rolled her eyes and sat down on the sofa.

"I wonder how she's feeling right now," I muttered, sadness lacing my words. Content is property © NôvelDrama.Org.

Isabella scoffed and shook her head. "Isn't it obvious? I'm sure she's feeling devastated and heartbroken after being rejected by you."

I sighed and bit my lower lip. "I need to do something," I said.

"What's that?" Isabella asked, raising an eyebrow.

"I want to tell everyone the truth. My mother, the elders, the whole pack," I replied.

"What!" she exclaimed, her eyes widening. "Are you insane? Why would you want everyone to know you killed Vivian's mother?"

"What?" I scoffed. "No, that's not what I meant."

She pouted and crossed her arms. "Then what do you mean?"

I took a deep breath. "I want to tell everyone how I met Vivian. The whole truth," I said softly.

"Oh, and how you got her pregnant?" Isabella laughed, but quickly composed herself.

"Anyway, I want them to know she's my mate. Then I'll explain that we rejected the bond and she decided to leave with the babies," I explained.

"Wait!" Isabella snapped, shaking her head. "Are you saying you don't want the babies?"

"I don't want them. How can I face those children? I won't even be able to look them in the eyes, knowing their father is a murderer. And guess who he killed? Their maternal grandparents. How will they feel when they find out the truth? How will I feel?" I said, trying to hold back tears.

Isabella furrowed her brows, looking genuinely curious. "But why do you keep saying children? Isn't it just one baby?"

I bit my lip

and scratched my head. "It's twins," I admitted.

"Twins?" Her eyes widened, and I nodded.

"Yes, Vivian is pregnant with twins," I confirmed.

"Oh, wow," she chuckled.

"I should go to my room now," I whispered, getting up and looking at Isabella. "Thank you for your help."

"Huh?" she mumbled.

"You were a great actress. I appreciated the way you kissed me back," I said, forcing a smile.

She chuckled and playfully hit my chest. "What if I told you I wasn't acting?"

"Excuse me?" I asked, tilting my head and raising an eyebrow.

"I was being honest with my feelings. You know I really like you," she confessed, smiling.

"I thought you were scared of me before. Anyway, goodbye," I said, leaving the room and leaving her stunned.

I went straight to my room and lay on the bed, facing the ceiling. Memories of my past flashed through my mind.

I remembered the moment I mercilessly killed two people, a pleading couple begging for their lives. They begged for mercy, mentioning their daughter, but I was wicked enough to end their lives.

"What have you done, Oregon?" I whispered, closing my eyes as tears streamed down my face.