Lycan king's substitute breeder novel Chapter 36

Oregon

I don't want to see you," I said haughtily, preparing to close the door, but she held it open with surprising strength.

"Just hear me out, okay?" she pleaded, a hopeful smile on her face.

"I said I don't want to talk to you," I snapped, feeling my temper rising. "If you don't leave, I'm going to lose my cool."

"Don't you want to hear your mother's little secret?" she whispered foxily and winked an eye.

I could feel my temper flaring, but I held my ground. "What secret?" I asked, my curiosity getting the better of me.

"Oh, come on! I know you know what I mean. I know you are curious too," she said with a smirk.

I groaned and rolled my eyes. "I guess you are bad at reading people's facial expressions then. Yes, I was indeed curious then but not anymore. Leave my sight before I pounce on you," I warned, showing the sides of my sharp teeth.

Isabella flinched and went backwards. Then, I slammed the door in her face before walking in. As I was about to head to bed, I heard the knock again.

"Who is that?" I asked, growling lowly.

There was no response. Instead, the sound of the knock came again. I angrily went to the door and opened it only to see Isabella standing and staring with a wide grin on her face.

"Dammit!" I seethed, gritting my teeth in anger.

"Missed me?" she chuckled, speaking sarcastically.

"Have you gone mad? Didn't I warn you to leave? Get out now if you don't want to see my other side," I spat.

She sighed deeply and came forward, walking past the door.

"What do you think you are doing!" I thundered and took a few steps back.

"Can we just talk, please?" She pleaded, making a pitiful look on her face.

"I don't want to talk to you and can you stop with the stupid look on your face? It doesn't fit you at all. It's so cringy" I spat.

"Oh, sorry" Isabella laughed and covered her lips.

"Look, Isabella… I'm being serious. I don't want to speak with you. There's nothing for us to talk about. You don't have to tell me about my mother. I don't care, it's her life. She can do what she wants. I can't control her life since I hate it when someone controls mine" I said.

"Whatever," she chuckled, rolling her eyes. She leaned down over my arm and started to step into the room.

"What do you think you're doing?" I yelled.

"Calm down, King Oregon," she said, laughing. "I didn't come here to talk about your mother. I guess the subject wasn't enough to pique your interest."

"What are you talking about?" I asked, my patience wearing thin.

"I like that. What am I talking about?" s

he mimicked my voice and laughed seductively.

"You know what, I don't even want to know what you're saying. I don't care! Just leave," I said, my voice shaking with anger. I clenched my jaw and balled my fists at my sides.

I didn't need to call for the guards - I could handle this myself. But first, I needed to get her out of my sight. I grabbed her arm, my fingers digging into her skin.