Lycan king's substitute breeder

Chapter sixty three

Stephen

"Really?" I said, surprised.

"Yes," she said with a nod. "Why would I lie about something like that?"

"I didn't realize you had a sibling," I said.

She laughed and rubbed the back of her head. "Well, you never asked."

"You're right, I didn't," I admitted.

"Okay, let's start with your back," she said. I lay back down and straightened my spine.

"You should take your shirt off first," she reminded me.

"Oh, right," I said, feeling slightly embarrassed. I quickly took my shirt off, then lay back down on my stomach.

I closed my eyes and enjoyed the feeling of her skilled hands working on my back. It was so relaxing that I felt more energized than I had when I first entered the room.

"So, what about your brother?" I asked, before she cut me off. NôvelDrama.Org holds this content.

"You seem very interested in my brother," she said with a chuckle. "Is there something I should know?"

I opened my eyes and shook my head. "No, not at all. I'm just very curious about him"

"Alright," she said, and I could hear the smile in her voice.

"How old is he?" I asked.

"He's twenty-six years old," she replied, working on the knots in my shoulders.

"What does he do for a living?" I asked, curious to know more about her brother.

"He's a personal trainer at my gym," she said. "However, he's been considering getting a new job."

"Wow, that's really nice," I said, smiling.

"My brother is an impressive guy. Not only is he a talented athlete, but he's also really intelligent. He has a degree in sports science and is working on getting his master's degree. Oh, and he's also a really kind person. He volunteers at a local youth center, and he's always helping people who are less fortunate than him."

"He's a personal trainer at my gym," she said, pausing before continuing. "I'm really proud of him."

"If I were you, I would be proud too," I said softly.

She finished her work and I put my shirt back on.

"Thank you," I said, feeling grateful for her help.

"You're welcome," she replied, smiling warmly. "When is next visit though?"

"You don't need to worry about that," I said. "I'll call you."

She nodded.

She grabbed her bag from the shelf and walked towards the door. Before she could leave, I called out to her.

"Yes, Beta Stephen?" she asked, turning around.

"Can I have your brother's phone number?" I asked. She looked surprised and confused.

"Why do you need it?" she asked, her voice shaking with apprehension. "Is anything wrong?"

I smiled and shook my head. "No, not at all," I said. "I actually have a job for him." I handed her my phone.

"Really?" she asked excitedly, taking the phone from me with shaking hands.

"Yes, of course. I'm sure he'll love the job that I'm offering him. His physique speaks volumes about his fitness level. He must be really good at martial arts and fighting, right?" I asked.

She chuckled. "Why not? He's 100 percent perfect in those things. Here you go, your phone," She muttered giving me back my phone.

I looked at it and nodded. "That's good. That's one of the major things I looked out on him,"

She smiled and nodded.

"You can go now. Once again, thank you for today," I said and she bowed, then looked up at me.

"You are welcome," She said, then waved briefly at me. "Bye!"

I nodded as I watched her leave the room. When she was gone, I looked at the number on the paper, wanting to save it in my phone, when a thought occurred to me.

"Damn," I whispered under my breath and ran out of the room. I dashed down the stairs and saw the woman leaving through the front door.

"Wait!" I called out to her and she turned to face me.

"What?" she asked, looking at me with a puzzled expression on her face.

I was panting as I ran down the stairs. I had rushed down them so quickly that I was out of breath.

"Did you run?" she asked, studying me.

"Yes," I said, still trying to catch my breath.

"Why?" she asked, a look of concern on her face. "Did I forget something in the room?" she asked, tapping her black bag that hung from her shoulder.

"What's his name?" I asked, still trying to catch my breath.

"Who?" she asked, looking confused.

"Your brother," I said. "I want to save his phone number."

"Oh!" she said, chuckling. "His name is Damien."

"Damien? Nice name." I nodded, and a broad smile ran across her lips.

"If you meet him, do tell him about me." I said.

"No problem. I promise to do just that." She said.

"Thank you. I'm sorry for keeping you waiting. Goodbye." I said, and waved.

"Bye." She replied, waving back and walking out of the house till she was out of my sight.

***

The next day came quicker than I expected, and when the afternoon rolled around, I received a call from my massage therapist.

"Hello?" I said, answering the phone.

"Good day, Mr. Stephen," she greeted.

"How are you doing?" I asked.

"I'm doing well, and I hope you are too?" she asked.

I chuckled.

"As usual," I replied.

"I called you about my brother, Damien," she said.

"Oh," I whispered.

"As you asked me to, I told him about you," she began. "And he was happy."

"That's nice. It just means that I can now contact him and tell him that we should meet up and discuss something important. When we do meet, I'll tell him what I have in mind for him." I said.

"Absolutely," she said.

"I'm going to hang up now," I said. "I need to call him."

"Sure!" she said. I ended the call.

Without hesitation, I dialed Damien's number. He answered on the first ring.

"Hello?" he said, his deep voice filling my ear.

"It's me, Beta Stephen," I said.

"Oh my goodness!" he exclaimed, clearly excited.

I smiled and nodded. "What do you say we meet up right now? There's something I'd like to discuss with you."