Lycan king's substitute breeder

Chapter fifty nine

Vivian

When Oregon had gone, I ran to Laura's room and met her sitting on the chair and watching TV. Isabella was on the bed, lying down on it and watching the ceiling. She also seemed lost in thought.

When Laura saw me, she jumped on her feet and yelled, "This girl! What do you think you are doing here? You didn't even knock before entering!"

"The temerity," Isabella hissed as she stood up from the bed.

"I want to speak with you," I said to Laura, ignoring everything I noticed.

"I would rather cut my ears than listen to someone like that."Get out!" She yelled, pointing at the door.

"No," I whispered, shaking my head. "I'm going nowhere. I'm not leaving!"

"What?" She said it, her voice soft and intimidating. "What did you just say?"

"You heard me," I said, after gathering my remaining courage. "I can't leave. Not now, not yet. We need to talk. It's very important."

"How dare you!" She screamed and landed a hard slap across my cheek.

I moaned painfully as I held the stinging cheek.

"Get out before I do something more horrible than this," she said angrily. Her eyes were already red as a result of the rage she was feeling.

"It's about my mother," I whispered, scrolling my eyes to her.

"Your mother?" She stuttered, and I nodded quietly.

Laura gulped and turned to Isabella, who was just watching us. "You should leave," she said.Belonging to NôvelDrama.Org.

"Queen Laura," Isabella muttered, her face looking disappointed and her voice sounding dry and sad.

"Leave us," Laura repeated. "I and Vivian would love to speak in private."

Isabella's eyes turned teary. She quickly took her eyes down and clenched her fist. "Where do you expect me to stay now? I don't have a room, and I can't go out. I can't even stand outside or move to and fro because it's weird."

"Isabella, leave now!" Laura said it aloud.

"I will," Isabella said softly, and then looked at me. "Vivian, I want to really be like you."

"Excuse me?" I asked, feeling confused.

"When someone asks you to leave, you will stand your ground and say no!"I really would want to be like you," she said, and I sighed deeply.

"Do as you like," I told her flatly.

Isabella smirked at me before leaving the room, making sure she slammed the door hard.

"What's wrong with that girl now?" Laura angrily yelled.

"You won't blame her." I muttered.

"Forget that and tell me whatever you want to say," she said, and I nodded silently.

"To be honest, it isn't really about my mother." I let out a whisper, and a scowl occupied her face.

"What!" Her tone went so sharp that it almost tore my ear buds.

"I'm sorry. That was the only way that I could get your attention," I said.

Laura scoffed, her eyes widening like an owl. "So, you think you know something that could get my attention? Do you fucking think it's my weakness?"

"No!" I replied sharply, shaking my head vehemently in negation. "I don't suppose it's your weakness. I felt it was the only way you would listen to me."

"I don't want to listen to you. Poor Isabella; I chased her away because of you. It's all your fault. Call her once you see her, and make sure you bring her back yourself," she said, turning away.

"I need your help, please," I whispered.

"Well, guess what?! I don't want to help you, so keep whatever you are facing to yourself," Laura said.

"You are the only one that can help me right now, please," I whispered, sadness overtaking my quiet voice.

Laura scoffed and looked at me. "Why am I suddenly the only one that can help you? I thought you were close to my son. Tell me, what happened? Did you both have a couple quarrel, huh?" She asked, her voice sounding sarcastic and filled with mockery.

I sighed deeply and shook my head. "It's not that. I just feel Oregon doesn't want me to dig more into my mother's case. He wants me to be safe and thinks if I investigate whatever happened in the past, something bad might happen to me."

Laura's eyes widened. "Wait… Wait a second. Wha… What did you just say?" She stuttered.

"You heard me. Oregon wants me not to look into my biological parents case. I feel there's something more to it," I answered.

"No!" She yelled, grabbing my shoulders. "You said something. What was that? Did you tell my son about your parents?" She asked.

I slowly nodded. "I did." I let out a whisper.

She sighed heavily. "Why would you bother my son with that? Anyway, what is it? What do you need my help with?"

"So suddenly? Do you want to help me now?" I asked, surprised.

"Why? Don't you need my help anymore?" She asked, arching her eyebrows.

"No, not at all. Anyway, thank you so much. I want you to help me find a trainer," I said.

"A trainer?" she asked.

"Yes, I need one," I replied, nodding my head.

"Why? Isn't a bodyguard better?" She asked.

"I have my reasons. I want a trainer because it has a lot of advantages. I can be stronger in martial arts since my wolf is yet to manifest," I answered.

She nodded and turned away. "I will do as you have asked, but you have to give me time."

"Sure!" I chuckled.

"Also, I want you not to tell Oregon more about this. That's the condition I have," she said.

My eyes blinked as I went deep into thought, wondering why she was telling me that.

"Why aren't you answering me?" She asked, jolting me out of my thoughts.

"Oh, yes! I have heard you, and I will do as you have said," I replied softly.

"Good then. You can leave, and do call Isabella back in. She must be feeling bad and lonely now," she said.

"Alright, Queen Laura," I said, bowed a bit, and left the room.

However, when I went outside, I didn't see Isabella, so I asked around, and a guard told me he saw her going into Oregon's bedroom.