Lycan king's substitute breeder novel Chapter 21

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.

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.