Lycan king's substitute breeder novel Chapter 12

Oregon

My eyes blinked when I heard the rumbling sound. It was so obvious that it came from her stomach.

"What was that?" I asked, my brow furrowed in confusion.

She blushed and said, "Huh?" in a quiet whisper.

"Are you hungry?" I asked, a smile tugging at the corner of my mouth.

After a few seconds, she muttered a quiet "No."

"Okay then," I said, closing my eyes and preparing to sleep. Another rumbling sound came, even louder than the first one.

"Yes!" Vivian said suddenly, jumping to her feet. "I'm starving. I haven't eaten all day."

I scoffed, sitting up and standing to my feet.

"Come with me," I said, leading her to one of the adjoining doors. She followed, her footsteps echoing in the hallway.

When we entered the room, she gasped. The dining room was huge and opulent, with a massive chandelier suspended from the ceiling. The floor tiles glittered in the light, and every surface was immaculate. She looked around, taking in the lavish surroundings.

"Wow," she whispered, her eyes roving around the room.

I ignored her, walking over to the massive dining table in the center of the room. A crystal chandelier hung above it, glittering in the light. Several chairs surrounded the table, but it was otherwise empty - no plates, no cutlery, no food.

"Sit down. I'll call the chef so that he can prepare something for us to eat," I said, heading over to the telephone at the side of the room.

Vivian's face flushed red and she laughed, her eyes sparkling. "Are you going to eat with me?" she asked, a smile tugging at her lips.

I looked at her in surprise. "Excuse me?" I asked.

"You said you wanted us both to eat. That means you're joining me too, right?" She asked, a delighted gleam in her eyes.

I looked at her, incredulous. "What?" I asked, shaking my head.

She smiled sheepishly, her eyes sparkling. "It's just a rare privilege to eat with someone like you. I never thought we'd meet, but here we are. Not only are we eating together, but we also slept on the same bed." She giggled, still hiding her face behind her hands.

"I was just hungry, that's all. Besides, I didn't eat anything for dinner. I was just trying to sleep and not eat anything, but you've made me waste my time. Now I feel even hungrier," I said, picking up the phone and dialing the chef. After pressing a few buttons, I finally connected with him and told him to prepare a meal for two.

I picked up the phone and hung it up, then walked over to the chair and sat down. Vivian was on the far end of the room, looking around and taking in every detail. It seemed she couldn't get enough of the room's luxurious and grandeur feel.

After about twenty to thirty minutes, we heard a knock on the door. A few moments later, the chef entered, pulling a cart laden with a stainless steel tray. On it were several covered plates of food.