Lycan king's substitute breeder

Chapter two

Oregon: As I walked through the corridor, I lit the cigarette, which I began to smoke. I took it off my lips and released a lot of dark smoke from my mouth into the air. Immediately I was out of the corridor, and after I had stepped my foot back into the party hall, Stephen, who was my Beta, walked up to me. "Where have you been?" He asked, seriously, with his gaze glaring hard at me. I scoffed softly and looked away before walking out of him. However, he followed me from behind. "Where were you? You missed your friend's toast. He invited you to enjoy and celebrate this party with him and not leave without his permission. He was very disappointed when he noticed your absence. I couldn't even give him a tangible explanation for your sudden disappearance because you didn't tell me anything. You just left like that and worst still, you didn't accept any of my calls." He complained bitterly, his face scowling. "I was resting in one of those rooms, happy now?" I hissed, quite irritated by his bickering. Stephen sighed and patted his hair backward. "Were you that tired?" He asked, a bit worried. I opened my mouth to talk, but a loud sigh escaped instead. I could apprehend Stephen's gaze. He looked like someone who was curious and clutched. Slowly, I leaned closer to his face, and due to stimuli, he blinked his eyes. "I think I was drugged," I whispered, which intrigued him. "What?" He almost yelled, but I was quick in silencing him by placing my index finger on his lips. "What do you mean? And why do you say that?" Stephen asked, his eyes widening. I licked my upper lip and shook my head. "When I got the drink from the waiter and had a sip, I felt different." "What do you mean by different? Care to explain further?" He asked, cutting me off. "I was about to do that before you cut in," I snarled with glaring eyes. He muttered sorry and I sighed, looking away. "I suddenly felt weak and tipsy and trust me, it's not because of the whiskey I had. Besides, I only took a little. I just don't understand why I suddenly felt that way. Nausea was already taking over me and I couldn't control it. I felt my beast getting weak. Instead of being a nuisance, I decided to rest

for a short while. I paid for a room and entered. And there I was, resting when," I paused and stared at Stephen, whose eyebrows were raised, his face showing an expression of curiosity. "And then what happened?" He asked and I quickly shook my head. "Nothing. Maybe I'm thinking too much into this." I said to him Stephen sighed, and I observed he was already angry and somewhat disappointed. Letting out a loud exhalation, I said, "Fine. I'll tell you but you have to promise not to tell anyone," He looked at me and nodded. I saw the change in the look on his face. He was looking quite brighter but anxious at the same time. "So, I was still resting when a prostitute walked into the room. She looked like she craved sex. I couldn't say no because she was all over me and my beast was weak." "So, you gave in?" Stephen interrupted me. I was quick to respond, though. "No, not at all. It was something both of us wanted. It was more like a compromise. We both earned from it. Nobody loses," A faux smile spread through my lips afterward. "Just imagine if your mother hears about this. She will be mad at you. Rather than you doing this, you should be looking for your mate. All of us want Luna in the pack." He confessed and that was when I had it. I became furious immediately. I gritted my teeth and tried hard not to clench my fists because it was uncomfortably sweaty. "Look here, Stephen. You and I know I despise getting a mate. Hence, you know what that means. I want no Luna. I don't want any woman to rule the pack with me. Having you as my Beta is enough for me. If you have a problem with that, you are free to evacuate your position." I gnarled, walking out from him. "I'm sorry about that," He hurriedly said as he walked next to me. I moved to the counter and sat on one of the stools while Stephen sat next to me. I didn't face him even though he felt sorry. I was upset. "I said I'm sorry. Forgive me," Stephen pleaded. I ignored him and signaled to the barman, who came to me quickly. "A glass of whiskey," I said, and he nodded, rushing to get my order. I didn't take a minute before IPlease check at N/ôvel(D)rama.Org.

found the barman, offering me my order. I muttered a thank you and proceeded to take my drink when Stephen suddenly grabbed it. Before I could look at him, he was already chugging it down his throat. "What was that for?" I yelled thunderously. Most of the people at the party would not have heard my voice because of the loud music and noise. "You should appreciate me for taking this on your behalf, you know. What if there was something in it again?" He smiled, which I found to be very cheesy. I sighed, frustrated. At that moment, my half-closed and tired eyes flung open, which Stephen noticed. "What is it? Stop keeping me in suspense dude," "It was wolfsbane," I whispered. "Wolfsbane? Are you sure about that?" Stephen muttered, running his fingers against his chin. "Do you think I'll say something I'm not sure about? I think someone added that to my drink. That was what made me feel odd," I replied, standing up slowly. "But who could have done such a thing? Does anyone come to your mind?" "I have no idea," I whispered, with my eyes looking around at the less suspicious people. "Also," I added and paused "Also? What is that again?" Stephen asked as he watched me stick out my tongue. I touched the tip and sighed deeply. "That prostitute I slept with," I began and stopped as the memories of her and me kissing passionately in the room came replaying back. "What about her? Was she so good in bed?" Stephen asked curiously, seeing that I was not speaking yet. "I think, likewise, she had something too," I said, carefully, picking my words. "Do you mean she was also given a wolfsbane?" He asked me. "No, I think she was given an aphrodisiac," I replied and gulped down heavily.