Lycan king's substitute breeder

Chapter nineteen

Vivian

I looked at Laura, expecting her to speak, but her glaring eyes just stared hatefully at me, as if she wanted me to slump.

"I heard you're okay now?" she asked, putting her hand into her designer bag.

"Yes," I whispered, nodding.

"I want something from you," she said.

"What could that be?" I queried.

"I want you to leave my son and the apartment. Take this," she said, bringing out a brown envelope and threw it at my face.

My eyes blinked in shock. "What's that?" I asked.

"That's three thousand dollars, enough for months. Use it to take care of yourself," Laura uttered and got up.

She walked towards me and placed her lips against my ear, emitting soft whispers. "The moment your legs step into the Alpha's apartment, I swear, I'm chopping them off."

When she was done, she started to leave, but my voice stopped her quickly. "I'm sorry, but I'm not doing that. I can't leave yet."

"What? What do you mean?" she demanded, with her brows arching.

I sighed and crouched down, taking the envelope from the floor. "Sorry, but I can't take this. I'm rejecting your money."

"What?" she muttered and shook her head in disbelief. "Listen here, young lady. I'm not collecting that money back from you. Can't you see that I'm rejecting and threatening you to stay away from my place and family? You are nothing but a spy and liar," she spat.

"But I have nowhere to go," I said shakily, with a sad tone. "Please allow me to speak to The Lycan King first."

"Have you gone nuts or are you just acting oblivious? I'm trying to keep you away from my son, and you are telling me to make you meet up with him. Are you trying to say that all I've been telling you, you didn't understand a thing?" she asked, yelling loudly.

"Leave our lives, and that's it. Run back to your lousy and pathetic parents. I won't let you ruin my father," she hissed and wanted to head out, but once more, my loud voice stopped her.

"They are dead!"

"What?" she whispered, turning around.

I sniffed and wiped the tears from the sides of my eyes. "They are dead. Hence, I can't go to them."

Laura smirked. "You should be the reason they died then."

"Please don't say that," I said quickly, looking at her with a hardened gaze. "They were good people and died due to unfortunate circumstances."

"You have got one arrogant and blabbing mouth for a little lady like you. Probably, if I punish you, you will realize, but I can't do that because you are still recovering. What's that your name again?" she asked.

"Vivian Miller," I replied.

"Mi... Miller?" she stuttered.

"Yes," I replied, nodding.

Laura gulped hard and left the door, hurrying to me. "You said you aren't from this pack, right?"

I swallowed hard, nervously, wondering why she was suddenly questioning me.

"No, I'm not," I replied.

"Which pack are you from?" she asked, staring curiously at me.

"I'm from the Silver Moon pack," I said, and she gasped noticeably.

"Sil... Silver Moon pack? What... What are your parents' names?" she asked.

"I think they are Elizabeth and Elvis Millers," I replied, and she gulped heavily and loudly.

She almost stumbled to the floor, but I held her by the arm quickly. "Are you alright?" I asked.

She snapped her arm away and avoided my gaze. "I have to go now. We shall meet again," she said and walked away hurriedly.

I wondered why she behaved weirdly, unlike herself, and the way she walked fast was very odd.

I just shrugged my shoulders and went back to bed.

***

Laura kept biting her fingernails anxiously. Her eyes weren't blinking, and they were red. Even the driver noticed the change in her behavior and decided to slow down.

"Shit!" she cussed loudly and punched the seat rest.

"Are you alright, Queen Laura?" the driver asked concerned, staring back at her.

"Don't ask me anything and just drive!" Laura said at the top of her voice, her veins revealing at the sides of her neck.

"I'm sorry," he muttered, with a bow and looked in front.

"Why? Why is that girl? Why! How come? Is this karma!" she blurted out, picking fistfuls of her hair like a madwoman.

"I need to make her leave. I really need to send her out of this pack, even if it means ending her life," she whispered to herself.

Her face was already moist as a result of her sweat, and it ruined her makeup, making her look weird. Content from NôvelDr(a)ma.Org.

"We are here," the driver said and pulled the car over in the garage.

Laura quickly left the car and pulled her bag out. She dragged her feet all the way to her bedroom, ignoring everyone's greetings. Everyone wondered why she was moving that way and why her face was looking battered.

When she was in, she threw her shoes aside and took down a dusty bag from the oldest and highest shelf. After unzipping the bag, she took out a picture and looked at it. There were three ladies there. She sharply sighed deeply and kept it away.

Laura stood up and ran to her bag, ransacked for her phone, and hurriedly brought it out. She quickly made a phone call.

"Hello," the thick voice of the receiver said.

"We have a problem…" she whispered with fear in her voice.

"I'm coming right now," the voice said.

"Please do," she said and ended the call.

Laura started moving around, while biting her fingernails. Her body was vigorously trembling. She heard a knock and heaved in relief.

"He's here," she whispered and ran to the door.

As soon as she opened it, Stephen's face welcomed her.