Lycan king's substitute breeder

Chapter twenty nine

Vivian

I felt a wave of disbelief wash over me when I heard Oregon's words. My heart raced and I could barely catch my breath.

"Oregon?" I stammered, my voice barely above a whisper. "You knew? You knew we were mates?" My eyes searched his face, and he nodded solemnly.

"Why didn't you say anything?" I asked, the words escaping me in a rush. It seemed like such a betrayal, and I felt a wave of hurt and confusion.

"I was in denial," he said, his voice a mere whisper. "I hoped that if I ignored it, it would just go away. But the bond kept growing stronger, and I couldn't keep pretending it wasn't there." He glanced at me, his eyes full of regret.

I nodded in understanding. "I felt the same way," I admitted. "I thought it was all in my head. I didn't want to believe it was real.

There was an awkward silence as Oregon and I stared at each other. It seemed that neither of us knew what to say. We had both chosen to ignore our bond, and now we were facing the consequences.

I couldn't believe it! The Lycan king was my mate. I was his second chance mate.

"What's going on?" Laura asked, interrupting the silence. She looked at me, her expression full of confusion and curiosity. "What does this mean?"

I hesitated, not sure how to explain it to her. How do you tell someone that their son is your second chance mate?

"What's going on?" Laura yelled, her eyes darting back and forth between me and Oregon. "I don't understand what you're talking about!"

"You heard us quite well, Mum. Vivian and I are mates. My second chance mate to be precise," Oregon declared and her eyes blinked quickly.

"Mates? Did you two plan to pull my legs because it won't work! Never. Look here, Oregon… This devil isn't your mate. She will never be your mate!" Laura spat, as her finger pointed at my face.Property © NôvelDrama.Org.

"You should tell the moon goddess that, not me. Do you think I chose Vivian? You have started again and trust me, I've had enough from you. You have done a lot and I've tolerated all of it. Don't step on my toes, Mother!" I warned.

"No, I won't agree to this," Laura said aloud as tears flowed down her eyes. "I'm sorry, Oregon but you leave me no choice"

"What?" Oregon whispered, trying to understand what his mother meant.

"Isabella!" she called, her voice trembling with emotion. "Come in here, please!"

There was a moment of silence, and then we heard a soft rustling as someone moved the curtain aside. A figure emerged from the adjoining room, and my stomach clenched as I realized who it was.

"Mother, what's going on?" Oregon asked, his voice filled with confusion. "Who is that, mother?"

"She is here!" Laura smiled and wiped the tears which were all over the sides of her face.

"Who!" Oregon yelled.

A lady suddenly walked in and my eyes studied her:

She stood at 5'6", with chestnut hair that fell to her shoulders in soft waves. Her eyes are a deep brown, like the earth on a rainy day. Her lips are full and rosy, and her face is oval-shaped with a smattering of freckles across her nose.

She has a natural grace about her, and her smile is like sunshine breaking through the clouds. She's the kind of person who lights up a room just by being in it. She's twenty-one years old, but her eyes hold the wisdom of someone much older.

"Oregon" She called softly when her eyes fell on him.

Oregon stood up and she waved slowly at his face.

"Isabella?" He let out a whisper.

I grew curious. Who was the beautiful lady and how did Oregon and her know each other? Were they intimate?

"I can see you still recognize her. That's good. Who would ever forget about their childhood sweetheart and first love," Laura chuckled.

"Mum, What is Isabella doing here? I hope it's not what I'm thinking" Oregon snapped in fury. His eyes were sending spikes and his face was boiling red in anger. He looked like someone who was about to pounce on an archenemy.

"And what if I bring Isabella here? Her mother even consented to this. Shouldn't you be happy Isabella is here? It has been years since you saw each other, is it not?" Laura asked.

"I will meet her when I need to," Oregon groaned and walked up to Isabella, then grabbed her arm.

"Let's take you out of here," He said, gritting his teeth.

"Stop! Stop at once, Oregon!" Laura yelled and moved to her son. They both faced each other like they were about to battle.

"What do you think you are doing to my guest?" Laura asked, and raised her face with her arms crossing against her chest.

"Guest?" Oregon asked, muttering.

"Yes. Isabella, here is my guest. She will be staying in this penthouse for some time. I hope you treat her well," Laura smiled.

Oregon quickly turned to Isabella. "Is this true? You came as my mother's guest?" He questioned.

Isabella slowly nodded.

"Yes," She replied. "What were you thinking about?"

"Yes. What were you thinking, Oregon. Did you probably have other thoughts apart from Isabella being my humble guest?" Asked Laura as a sly smile ran across her thin lips.

Oregon gulped heavily and released Isabella's arm. "Sorry. I wish you a nice stay here and I also wish you got back home as fast as possible. You are your mother's only child and I'm sure she will feel lonely. Who will even help in the house chores?"

"We have servants," Isabella smiled.

"Oh, I see. But they won't help in easing her boredom and loneliness, right? Do make sure you stay for a short period of time. Don't keep your old mother waiting," He said and gave her a small smile, then he turned to me.

"What are you waiting for? Let's leave here," He said and I nodded, standing up immediately.

I looked at him as we walked through the passageway. We were quiet and because of fear and nervousness, I didn't utter a thing.

When I realized we were about to depart to our various rooms, I let out the big question out of my throat forcefully.

"Who is Isabella?"