Lycan king's substitute breeder novel Chapter 48

Vivian

"You should leave, you're disturbing me," Oregon mumbled from beneath the pillow. "I need to sleep."

I hesitated, not sure what to do. I really needed to talk to him, but I didn't want to keep bothering him if he was tired. "Can we talk about what you said earlier?" I asked.

He was silent for a moment, and then finally sat up, turning to face me. "What is that?" He asked.

I cleared my throat nervously and moved closer to the bed. "You mentioned something about what we would do on Monday. We really need to discuss it," I said.

Oregon sighed, quickly opened his eyes, grabbed my arm, and pulled me towards him. I fell onto his body, my expression filled with shock. I gasped and my eyes widened as if they were about to pop out of their sockets.

"What are you doing?" I whispered, avoiding his gaze.

"I told you to leave, right?" He whispered, and my legs shook.

"I will. I will leave," I spoke quickly and jumped away from him.

"Good. Please go quickly," he said, closing his eyes. "Make sure to close the door."

I pouted my lips, rolled my eyes, and walked to the door. "I will come back later to talk about it. I'm serious, we need to discuss it further," I said, but there was silence. It seemed like Oregon was already asleep.

I stood

 on my tiptoes, peered at him, and noticed that he was fast asleep.

"Take a look at him now," I sighed, shaking my head. "Is this how he always sleeps?"

I walked over to him, removed his shoes, took off his necktie and jacket. Additionally, I laid him properly on the bed, covered his body with the duvet, and switched on the fan.

"Done. Okay then, good night," I smiled and brushed some strands of hair away from his forehead.

I was about to walk away when his hand suddenly held my wrist. Quickly and in shock, I turned to face him, only to see that he was still asleep and breathing fast as if he was having a bad dream.

"Are you alright?" I asked softly, bringing myself closer to him.

"Father… Please, don't leave… Please," he begged, amidst low, hurtful moans.

I saw how worried his face was, despite his eyes being tightly closed. Sweat was already forming on his face, and I grew concerned. I wondered if I should wake him or not.

"Father, please," he whispered, as if on the verge of tears.

I was about to say something when I heard someone's voice at the door. "What are you doing?" the voice came, and I faced the door, only to see Laura standing there with her arms akimbo.

I snapped my wrist away from Oregon's hold and took my hand behind me. I was very nervous, but I tried hard to conceal my feelings.

"What are you doing here? Are you still trying to seduce my son even in his sleep?" she asked angrily.

"No, not at all. I can explain," I said.