Lycan king's substitute breeder novel Chapter 46

Vivian

I nervously chewed on my bottom lip as I watched Oregon, who was lying on the bed, staring at me. His expression seemed curious, and it made me feel uneasy.

"Aren't you going to say anything? Or are you just going to keep staring at me? If you enjoy the silence so much, maybe you should just leave," he said, his eyes slowly closing.

"I heard you had a meeting with the elders," I whispered.

His eyes shot open, and he looked at me with surprise. His sudden movement caught me off guard.

"How do you know about that?" he asked.

"Everyone is talking about it," I replied.

"Yeah, right! It's not exactly a secret where I go nowadays," he said sarcastically.

"So, you really did have a meeting with them?" I asked.

"Yeah..." Oregon answered. "As you heard," he added, his voice dripping with sarcasm.

I pouted and scratched my head. "No wonder I kept sneezing," I said softly, although it was a lie. I was trying to find out if they had discussed me.

"What do you mean?" he asked, looking confused.

I laughed and shook my head. "Don't you know about this?" I asked mockingly.

"What?" he asked, looking even more confused.

I grunted and shook my head in disbelief. "You've got to be kidding me. Whenever people talk about you, you tend to sneeze," I said.

"Sneeze? Isn't that just a superstition?" Oregon asked, scoffing.

"What do you know? It's real! It could happen," I defended.

"You don't know that," he said, sulking.

"What are you insinuating now? Do you think we discussed you?" he asked, smirking mischievously.

"You guys didn't? Oh well," I said, shrugging my shoulders. "I should leave now. I don't want to have a cold dinner tonight."

"Did you even sneeze at all? I guess what you said about sneezing was a lie?" he asked, and I sighed.

"Yeah, you caught me! Happy now? I guess you're right, it's just a stupid superstition," I said, rolling my eyes.

"Uhm," he hummed and laughed.

My face went pale. "Why are you laughing? What's so funny?" I questioned.

"Vivian..." he whispered.

"What?" I asked, raising my eyebrows.

"So, what if I told you that our discussion was about you?" he asked slowly, whispering, and my eyes blinked rapidly.

"What?" I whispered, not believing my ears.

"It's true," he said, standing up and facing me. My eyes dropped, nervous to stare at such a handsome face just above mine.

"So, what did you talk about? Did you tell them?" I asked, staring at his feet, which were covered with black stockings.

Oregon held my chin and lifted it up. "What are you dying to say? You can speak," he said.