Lycan king's substitute breeder

Chapter Ninety five

Vivian

Laura was shivering, and she could barely make eye contact with us. Her lips were shaking so badly that I thought they would fall off. I hoped they wouldn't because I needed her to confess and explain everything, as it was already confusing everyone.

"Did you hear what Vivian said, mother?" Oregon asked, breaking the silence. "Do you care to explain yourself?"

"I'm sorry," she whispered, her voice sounding shaky.

"Sorry? Sorry for what?" Oregon asked.

"Please, if I tell you the truth, promise me that you won't hurt me. Promise you won't send me to the dungeon like you did to Isabella?" she asked, tears slipping down her eyes.

"Mother, just say whatever you are hiding!" Oregon barked, sounding obviously angry.

"I lied…" she whispered.

"Excuse me?" I muttered, shaking my head.

"I lied about everything! I concocted every single story. Everything was fake, the pictures, the necklaces, every story that I told you about your mother was planned thoroughly by me," she confessed.

I gasped, covering my mouth with both palms. "What is that supposed to mean?" I asked, trying hard to keep the tears from leaving my eyes. "Are you saying those people that I thought were my parents weren't even my biological parents? How… Just how? How did you manage to concoct such a smooth story?"

"Firstly, I looked into your life and past, and with that, I planned everything," she began, her voice cracking. "I even made it look like Oregon killed your parents, but they were never your parents. They were simply people you never knew about."

"You are lying to me, right? Stop lying! Why… Why! I never realized you were the master planner. I can't still believe you. Why not write a novel then?" I yelled, and scattered my hair.

"It's okay," Oregon whispered, and came closer to me, holding my arms.

"I'm sorry… I'm really sorry," she begged.

"Mother…" Oregon whispered, clenching his fist.

"Yes, son," she answered, forcing a smile. Nôvel(D)rama.Org's content.

"Tell us, is there anything you want us to know? Are there more things to this story that you are hiding away from me?" he asked.

Laura looked at us, and her eyes started twitching nervously. She rubbed her palm against her sweaty face and swallowed audibly.

"Speak!" I growled, almost sending lasers from my eyes.

"Someone helped me with this plan," Laura quickly said.

"Who is that?" Oregon asked, walking closer to her.

"Someone close to you," Laura whispered, a smirk on her face.

"Speak!" I yelled, feeling hurtful.

Laura shook her head and carried her gaze to Oregon, who was looking dumbfounded, and his eyes were staring blankly like he knew what his mother was talking about.

"Do you know what she is talking about?" I asked, holding his hand. He faced me, and I felt sad to see the tears in his eyes.

"I do…" he answered, giving a nod. "It's actually Stephen."

I gasped, shockingly. "Are you sure about that?" I asked him, and he let out a sigh before we faced Laura.

"You aren't wrong, Oregon," she answered.

I walked towards her, and she shifted back. "Is there anything we need to know?" I questioned.

"What is that supposed to mean?" she asked, her eyebrows arching.

"Are there more things you are hiding from us!" I asked in a loud voice.

She looked away and shook her head.

"Stop lying, mother! Tell us," Oregon snapped.

"Promise me you won't allow me to go into the dungeon," she said, tearfully.

Oregon sighed deeply and ran his fingers through his hair. "Let's just hear it."

"Promise me!" she screamed, tears running down her eyes.

"Okay, I promise," Oregon answered, and I sighed, rolling my eyes.

"Uh… So, while looking through everything about Vivian and her past, I found something," she said, and my eyes widened.

"What was that?" I asked quickly.

"I found out who Vivian's parents really are," she whispered.

"Who are they?" Oregon asked.

"You don't need to ask, I will speak!" she said. "So, her parents are actually Damien's parents."

"What!" I exclaimed, almost fainting as a result of shock.

Suddenly, there was a knock on the door, and some maidservants came in and ushered me out of the room. They led me to a bedroom that I soon learned was shared by Oregon and myself. After a

few minutes, Oregon came into the room and embraced me.

"Are you alright?" he asked, his voice full of concern.

"I'm still a bit shocked by everything," I replied, my voice trembling.

"You'll be okay," he assured me, gently rubbing my back and kissing my forehead.

"About your mother. What are we going to do to her?" I asked, and he broke the hug, then looked at my face.

"You know we already gave her the word that she won't go to the dungeon. She will be on probation for now, and she will have some exceptions here," he said, and I nodded.

"Wow!" I gushed suddenly, looking at my stomach.

"What? What is the matter?" Oregon asked, scared for me.

"The babies just kicked," I giggled.

"Wow, really?" he smiled, and I nodded.

He bent down and pecked my stomach. "I can't wait for you guys to come out," he smiled, then looked at me.

"Won't you go and look for Stephen now? He needs to be questioned! I thought he was a trustworthy person," I said, rolling my eyes.

"You don't have to worry about that," he said, rubbing my shoulder. "I've told the guards to bring him here."

"Alright then," I said.

"Hmm… Vivian?" he called, reluctantly.

"Yes?" I answered, raising my eyebrows.

"What do you think of going to Gretel pack?" he asked.

"Huh…" I mumbled.

"You know why I'm saying this. Your real parents are there, remember," he said.

I sighed deeply and shook my head. "No, they are already late, but I would like to see my siblings. They're there, and I would also want to pay a visit to my parents' graveyard," I said, with a smile as tears formed in my eyes.

Oregon nodded and hugged me.