Lycan king's substitute breeder novel Chapter 34

Oregon

That morning, in the gym, I was running on the treadmill when I noticed someone moving behind me. I turned around quickly, and my eyes fell on Stephen. I sighed and said, "Don't creep up on me like that!"

Stephen chuckled and replied, "Did I scare you?" I rolled my eyes and focused on my workout.

Stephen sat down and picked up the dumbbells, which he started lifting.

"By the way, who is that new girl?" he asked, grunting as he lifted the dumbbell up and down.

"New girl?" I asked. "Who are you talking about?"

"I don't know her, but she looks familiar. I saw her in your mother's bedroom," he said.

I quickly looked at him. "My mother's bedroom?" I asked.

His smile faltered as he noticed the look on my face. "Yes... I mean, no," he stammered, gulping hard. His shaking head betrayed his fear.

"I can explain," he whispered.

"Tell me, what were you doing in my mother's room? Why would you go there? Why would you even go to her corridor in the first place?" I asked, with all seriousness in my voice.

Stephen sighed and dropped the dumbbells to the ground. "I actually went to ask her something."

"Ask her something? What is that? When did you start talking to my mother!" I yelled, and the men turned to me.

My wrathful expression sent a shiver through the gym, and one by one, the other patrons slunk away.

"Just calm down, Oregon. There is nothing there. I went to ask her for something. That's all," he answered, trying to keep his gentle tone.

"Then, explain!" I barked, grabbing his shirt by the chest.

"What is going on here?" I heard a familiar voice yell from behind.

Stephen and I turned around to see my mother, Laura. She was glaring hard at us, and her face had a frown on it.

"Mother? What... What are you doing here?" I asked in surprise.

"I heard from others how you were screaming at your Beta. Have you no shame? Why do you wish to spoil your reputation this way? In case you have forgotten, Stephen is your Beta. You should respect him and stop embarrassing him in public," she said, whispering.

"It's not your business, mother. You should go," I said and looked away.

"What is going on, Stephen? Care to explain?" she asked, looking at him.

I glanced at Stephen and noticed he was quite nervous. He was rubbing his hand on his hair, and he said nothing. I scoffed, overwhelmed by his attitude.

"What are you waiting for?" I gnarled at him. "Tell my mother what you said!"

"What are you talking about, Oregon? Stephen, what is he saying?" Laura asked, feeling nonplussed.

I snarled and threw away the towel which I used in cleaning my sweat before storming out of the gym. As I walked away, I could hear them whispering. If only they didn't forget I had a knack for hearing things from far away.

"What is Oregon talking about?" my mother asked.

"Nothing. Just forget about it," he replied.

"Speak!" she yelled.

"He knows I came to your bedroom last night," Stephen answered reluctantly and sighed out.

"What?..." Laura whispered.