Lycan king's substitute breeder novel Chapter 49

Isabella

I watched in disbelief as I peered through the crack in the door. Vivian slowly crept under the table and reached out for something, her fingers brushing against the floor. My heart was pounding so fast that I thought it would burst from my chest. When she produced the photo from her hiding spot, I let out an audible gasp. I couldn't believe what I was seeing. Vivian had taken the photo, and now I knew I was going to be in big trouble with Laura.

Actually, a few minutes ago, before they came, I wanted to clean up the room to make Laura feel happy and think that I was hardworking.

I noticed a bag on top of the cabinet covered in a thick layer of dust, and I could tell that it hadn't been touched in years. As I began to empty the contents of the bag, I came across a tattered old photograph. I held it up to the light, curious to see what it depicted. As I looked at the faded image, I recognized a much younger version of Laura, looking happier and carefree. I thought she was really pretty, but I was even more intrigued by the two women standing on either side of her.

"She must have been close to them," I thought aloud, admiring the youthful smiles on their faces. But then, I noticed a handwritten note glued to the bag's body. With a trembling hand, I wiped the note and read the message. "Don't open this bag."

I was so startled by the note's warning that I shoved everything back into the bag and zipped it up, trembling all the while. As I was about to leave the room, I heard footsteps approaching. I quickly kicked the photograph underneath the table, praying that it would go unnoticed.

The door creaked open, and I saw Laura enter the room, her face unreadable. Then, to my shock and dismay, I saw Vivian enter right behind her.

As I remembered the old photograph I saw, something struck me as odd. The woman standing between Laura and the other woman looked uncannily like Vivian. I quickly pushed the thought out of my mind and forced a smile at them.

Now here I was, standing frozen outside the door, struggling with conflicting desires. On the one hand, I wanted to burst into the room and take the photograph from Vivian's hand. But on the other hand, I didn't want to disobey Laura's request for privacy. I felt powerless, knowing that Vivian had the upper hand. And with each second that passed, my panic and anxiety grew.

When Laura stood up and approached Vivian, I could feel my heart beating wildly. What would happen when Laura saw the picture I had carelessly left behind? Would she confront Vivian, or would she try to play it cool? I held my breath as the two women stood face to face.

"What's that in your hand?" Laura asked, her voice wavering slightly.

Vivian gulped and blinked her teary eyes. "I should be the one asking you that. How did you get this?" she asked, shoving the picture in her face.

Laura scoffed and tried to hide the anxiety she felt building in her chest. "What is that supposed to mean?" she snapped, her voice sharper than she intended. "This is my picture! Can't you see that it's me, even if I'm a bit older now?" Her hands clenched into fists at her sides, and she willed herself to stay calm.

She was about to snatch the photograph away from Vivian's hand, but she quickly took it to her back.

"How dare you!" Laura growled. "What do you think you are doing?"

Vivian took a few steps back and looked at the picture. "Is this you?" she questioned, pointing at Laura's younger self.

"Do I really need to answer that?" she asked and scoffed. "If you want to know, that is me. Now, hand it over."

"You must know this woman," Vivian whispered, pointing her index finger at the picture. I narrowed my eyes to get a better view, and that was when I noticed who she was pointing at.

It wasn't the lady that looked like her, but the other lady. Why didn't Vivian ask about the woman who somehow looked like her? I wondered.

"Give that to me," Laura said angrily.