Lycan king's substitute breeder novel Chapter 41

The door opened, and I slowly walked in. I looked around, hoping I would find Oregon. It was indeed his office, just as I remembered. I called his name softly and scanned the large office.

At that moment, I noticed that someone was lying down on the couch at the far end of the room. I wondered if it was really Oregon and walked over.

Tilting my face to take a closer look, I whispered his name, and that was when my eyes met the person resting there. It was a man, and most importantly, it was whom I had been looking for - Oregon!

As I stared down at him, I felt my anxiety dissipate, replaced by a sense of relief. He looked so peaceful and unguarded in his sleep, and I couldn't help but admire his beauty.

"He's so handsome," I whispered to myself.

His face was damp with sweat, making the strands of hair that had fallen over his face curl and stick to his skin. I let out a gentle sigh and knelt down beside him, carefully sweeping the hair from his face.

My movements were slow and careful, afraid that I might disturb his sleep.

I couldn't help but smile as I gazed at his sleeping face. His features were so perfect, like something out of a fairytale. In that moment, I felt like he was everything I had ever wanted in a man.

"He's like a Greek god," I thought, still lost in the sight of his sleeping face.

He let out a soft groan, and I froze, worried that I had woken him. But his eyes remained closed, and I released the breath I'd been holding. He must have been having a dream.

I rested my elbow on the armrest of the sofa, my chin in my hand, gazing down at him. So lost in my thoughts, I almost forgot the reason I had come here in the first place.

"I guess that's why he didn't hear me when I knocked?" I mused to myself. "He looks so peaceful. I guess I'll just come back later."

I got to my feet and started to leave, when I felt a hand close around my arm. I turned, my heart pounding in my chest, to see Oregon's eyes fluttering open.

"What are you doing here?" he asked, his voice barely above a whisper.

I chuckled nervously and shook my head. "You don't have to worry anymore. Besides, you look very sleepy. You should rest."

He looked at me and sighed softly. "Why are you here?"

"I'll tell you later. Just get some rest, I'll come back," I said and tried to snap my arm out of his grasp, but he wouldn't let go. He was too strong for me to break free.

"Aren't you going to let me go?" I whispered, blinking my eyes rapidly.

He groaned as he took his seat, still clutching his head which seemed to be hurting.

"Are you all right?" I asked.

"So, it was you?" he scoffed, his voice giving hints of frustration.

My eyes narrowed as I tapped my chest twice and gently. "Me? What do you mean?" I asked, feeling perplexed.

"Yes. You were the one knocking on the door," he answered. My eyes grew big in surprise.