Lycan king's substitute breeder

Chapter twenty one

Oregon

My body shook when I heard the sound of the door knocking. I quickly wiped my face with my palm and cleared my throat.

"Is that you, Stephen?" I asked, smelling the strong scent of my Beta.

"Yes, it is me," he replied. "And I'm with someone," he added and walked in. Text property © Nôvel(D)ra/ma.Org.

My eyes almost popped out of their sockets when they fell on Vivian. She was still dressed in patient wear.

"I don't understand. What is she doing here? Isn't she supposed to be in her ward?" I asked, angrily.

"I escaped... I had to, I'm sorry," she whispered.

"Take her back. I don't want to see her," I said sharply and looked away from her.

"Please give her a chance. She ran out of the hospital just to see you. She really wants to speak with you. Just hear her out," Stephen said, and I sighed.

I glared at Vivian, who gulped hard. "I promise to obediently go back to the hospital, but please, hear me out," she said.

"What do you want to talk about? Speak up and be quick about it," I said.

Vivian slowly turned to Stephen. "Please, can you kindly leave us alone? I want to speak with him in private."

"Oh... Okay then," he said, gently tapped her shoulder, and walked out.

"You want to speak with me in private? Now, I'm curious. Tell me, what do you want to talk about?" I asked, and she ran to my desk.

"Please help me," she begged, rubbing her palm.

"Help you?" I questioned, furrowing my brows. "What do you mean by that? Is someone chasing you?"

"No, it's your mother," she replied, and I stood still for a minute.

"My mother?" My voice echoed.

She simply nodded.

"Why? What did she do or say to you? Wait, did she come to the hospital?" I asked.

"Yes, she did. She told me to leave the pack and this apartment, but I don't think I can go now. Please, I have nowhere to go and nobody to turn to. Help me for now. If you can only take me to be your breeder, I promise to do as you wish."

"You want to be my breeder?" I scoffed, amused by her words.

Vivian swallowed. "That's the only way I can stay here, isn't it?" she asked.

"You are quite smart and mischievous too," I laughed briefly. "Slaves and servants stay here too. You can take that position instead. I was being serious about what I said. I won't make you my breeder. I can't since you lied to me."

"Please forgive me. I had no choice," she wept. "Furthermore, I don't think I can be a slave or servant."

I frowned, angry at her words. "Why? Are you too lazy to work?" I spat.

"No! Not that," she shook her head.

"Then what?" I yelled.

"They don't live inside the apartment. They live within the pack house, and I don't think I can stay there. I intend to live here, right in this penthouse apartment," she said.

I said nothing but just stared at her.

"Please help me. Your mother will soon send me away, and I don't want that," she pleaded tearfully.

"Go to the hospital," I said with a strong tone.

"Please," she said again and held my arm.

I looked at her arm, which was clutched on mine, and when she saw the glints in my eyes, she slowly took her hand off.

"Sorry," she muttered.

"Go back to the hospital. When you have recovered, I will tell you my answer," I said.

"Uh... Alright then. Thank you for your time," she said and slowly turned around before leaving the room.

I mind-linked Stephen to see me, and it didn't take long before he came in.

"You asked for me," he said when he walked in. After looking around and seeing that Vivian wasn't there anymore, he asked, "Where is Vivian? Did she leave? Don't tell me you sent her away."

There was a slight frown on his face as he spoke.

"Let's leave that first. I want to speak with you," I said, and he slowly sat on the sofa, his face showing hints of curiosity.

"What is it?" he asked in wonder.

"Vivian intends to stay with me. She begged me to let her stay with me," I said.

"Is that why she came here? She came to beg you because she wants to stay in your penthouse?" he asked.

"Yes," I replied, nodding.

"So, what did you tell her? What was your response?" he asked quickly and inquisitively.

"I told her to leave..." I muttered.

"Ugh! Why? She must have felt so bad... Poor girl," Stephen sighed.

"I actually didn't reject her. I just told her to leave. I also told her I will get back to her after she is through with her recovery," I said, and he blinked his eyes fast.

"Oh, okay then... That's better," he nodded.

"So, what's your advice for me?" I asked.

"Huh," he muttered.

"I mean, what do you want me to tell her? Should I reject her plea or just accept her in?" I asked.

"Well, I don't know, but I think you should just follow your heart... Anyway, I would prefer if you find a house in the pack rather than her being here," he suggested.

I sighed deeply. "But I feel bad."

"Why? Why would you feel bad? Besides, she did something stupid and wrong. She lied to you and even has a child in her womb," Stephen said.

I swallowed hard and walked up to him. "I want this to be a secret between us," I said.

"No problem. What's that?" he asked.

I looked around and leaned my face closer to him. "That baby in her womb is actually mine," I whispered, and Stephen's eyes widened. I had never seen him that shocked before.