Lycan king's substitute breeder novel Chapter 39

Isabella

My eyes darted to the bed when I heard a soft groan. "Are you awake?" I smiled at Oregon, whose eyes were slowly opening.

"What happened?" He asked, groaning again.

"You suddenly fell unconscious. I think this vodka wasn't a joke," I said, raising the now empty bottle to his face.

"Shit! Can't believe I drank all that in one day," He complained as he sat upright.

"Are you alright though?" I asked, but he just stared at me, like he was waiting for something else to come out of my mouth.

"What is it? Is something on my face?" I asked, forcing a laugh as I touched my greasy face.

"Was it you?" He asked.

"Huh?" I mumbled.

"Were you the figure that walked in?" He asked, and I quietly nodded.

"You should leave now, Isabella. I'm fine," He said.

"That's not the right way to treat a good Samaritan," I smirked, shaking my head disappointedly.

"Good Samaritan? What is that supposed to mean?" I asked, glaring at him, at the same time curious about what he meant.

"Aren't you aware that you are a bad drinker? Despite being so brave, you have a low tolerance for alcohol... surprising," I chuckled.

He just looked on, with a brow raised amusingly.

"Actually, you vomited. I was the one who wiped you clean and even tidied the room. Trust me, it was a big mess," I explained.

"Dammit," He groaned, running his hand through his hair. "I'm sorry about that... and I also appreciate it, but you shouldn't have done that. You could have called a servant to take care of everything."

"Well, I thought about that but I felt that you might feel embarrassed. I didn't want anyone to see you in such a humiliating state. Your body was a mess and the room was... ugh! I would rather not speak about it," I said, trying to keep my voice level as I felt irritated thinking about what had happened earlier.

Oregon rolled his eyes dramatically. "I guess you are right, but can you leave now? I want to be alone."

"Alright," I pouted, nodding my head.

I closed the door and it squeaked on its hinges. I turned to look back at Oregon, who was sitting on the bed, watching me. Our eyes locked, and for a moment, it felt like time stood still. Then the door closed and our gaze was broken.

I walked down the hallway, lost in my thoughts. I didn't realize when I walked past the elevator. After coming back to my senses, I ran back and entered the elevator, which took me downstairs.

When I got to the room, I noticed Laura wasn't there, so I decided to watch TV. Immediately, she opened the door and walked in.

"Oh, you're back?" She smiled.

"Yes," I nodded.

"Have you found the room you want?" She asked, as she took her seat next to me.

"Not yet," I replied, as I took my nervous eyes down to the floor.

"What? Not yet? Why is that? I thought you were out all day, looking for a room that you desired? Or did you not see the room you like? Don't worry, you can tell me," Laura said, giving a friendly smile.

"Not at all. To be honest, I didn't even check any room out. I was actually with Oregon in his room," I said, softly.