Lycan king's substitute breeder

Chapter eleven

Vivian

My eyes blinked rapidly as I watched Oregon stare at me from the bed I laid. I wondered why he just push me down so suddenly.

I gulped heavily when I noticed him moving downwards. His body was hovering over mine, his huge muscular arm was above my head, on the bed while his green eyes, which were very noticeable since he was closer to me, sank into my twitching eyes.

"What's wrong?" I asked softly, and he tilted his head, looking puzzled.

"I don't understand. I don't get it," he said, and I swallowed hard. His handsome face glowed with a light sheen of sweat, and I felt my heart pounding in my chest.

"What's your name?" he asked, and I felt a pang of disappointment. Had he already forgotten my name?

"It's Vivian," I answered quietly.

"I don't need to tell you my name, do I?" he whispered, looking at me closely, as if searching for a reaction. Content © NôvelDrama.Org 2024.

I shook my head. "I already know your name. You're Oregon, the Lycan King of Moongrove pack, who rules over all the Alphas and other Lycans.

I spoke softly and reassuringly, hoping to put him at ease. To my surprise, a smile played across his lips, but it was fleeting, as if he were trying to hide his true feelings.

We stood face-to-face, and I waited patiently for him to speak. "There's something that's been bothering me," he began, and my eyebrows raised in curiosity.

"It's so confusing," he continued, running a hand through his hair. "I can't place where I know you from, but I keep seeing you in my mind, like we've met before. It's driving me crazy!"

I shook my head in bewilderment. "I'm sorry, I can't think of any reason why that would be. Are you sure you're not confusing me with someone else?"

"Are you saying I'm blind or crazy?" he asked, his voice rising with anger. "I know what I saw. Even if she was your twin, I would know the difference. But I'm absolutely certain it's you. You have the same aura and scent as her."

I scratched my head, at a loss for words. Moreover, I didn't want to say anything more that could cause him to grow more furious.

"I want you to stay here tonight," he said, his voice flat and emotionless.

I was so shocked, I thought I'd misheard him. "What did you say?"

He stared at me intently, his face a mask of cold resolve.

"Didn't you listen to me?" He frowned, "I said you shall stay with me tonight. There is something I need to check"

"Something you need to check? What is that?" I asked, trying to keep my voice steady.

"You shall ask me no questions, woman!. Stop being annoying" He warned and I kept my head low.

"I'm sorry about that," I whispered.

"What are you waiting for? Go to sleep" He said and my eyes widened.

"Do you mean that I will sleep here? In this bedroom? With you?" I asked, pointing at my chest and then diverting the finger to him.

"Isn't it obvious?" He scoffed and rolled his eyes.

"Okay," I whispered and went to the center of the room, then lay down on the floor.

"Wait, what do you think you're doing?" Oregon asked, and I lifted my head to look at him. He was on the bed, with the duvet over his body, and he looked quite annoyed.

"You told me to sleep here. That's exactly what I'm doing," I replied. He sighed and slammed his palm against his forehead, looking frustrated and tired of my stubborn behavior.

"Come on, stop this," he said through gritted teeth. "You know I meant for you to sleep on the bed, not on the floor. Why are you being so difficult?"

I kept silent, and I could see his frustration growing. He crossed his arms and glared at me.

He seethed and shifted a bit from the bed, then tapped at the other empty space. "Here!" he said, hitting that side hard with his bare palm.

My eyes widened and I stammered, "E-excuse me?"

He let out a frustrated sigh. "Do I need to spell it out for you?" he asked, his voice dripping with irritation.

I wondered if he actually expected me to lay down with him on the same bed. Wasn't that too fast?

As if Oregon read my mind, he said, "Listen! I'm not trying to do anything to you. I simply want you to just stay close to me and sleep. There's something I'm trying to check. Oh, wait! Let me rephrase… I mean, there is something that I'm trying to remember."

I wondered how serious and significant the memory was, that he even permitted me to lay with him. Anyway, I feel thrilled and excited because I found the bed very nice and comfortable.

Even the tiled floor was cold and uninviting, and I wondered how I could possibly sleep on it without freezing or becoming uncomfortable.

I scrambled to my feet and hurried over to the bed. I lay down on it, facing him. Our eyes met, and I held his gaze.

I was about to close my eyes, but his deep and velvety voice stopped me. "Open your eyes," he commanded.

I obeyed, and our eyes met. I held his gaze, wondering what he was thinking.

"Are you sure you don't know me?" he asked, his voice low and intense.

I shook my head slowly. "I don't think so," I replied, trying to keep my voice even.

"Are you that daft? Why don't you pay attention to things and people around you?" He asked.

"Well, probably if you tell me where we met? Or even what we did together… Then who knows, I could remember a thing or two." I replied, shrugging my shoulders.

His Adam's apple bobbed up and down as he swallowed hard. He opened his mouth as if to speak, but then closed it again, looking lost in thought. I watched him intently, waiting for him to say something. A tense silence hung in the air, punctuated by the tick of the clock on the wall.

"Never mind," he said, shaking his head. "Just get some rest."

With that, he turned away and lay down on the bed, facing the opposite direction from me. The silence in the room grew heavy, and I wasn't sure what to say or do next.

Just as I started to doze off, my stomach growled loudly, betraying my hunger. I blushed, embarrassed by the noise.

I cursed under my breath, mentally kicking myself for my grumbling stomach. I squeezed my eyes shut, hoping he hadn't heard the sound.