Lycan king's substitute breeder novel Chapter 62

Laura

Isabella entered the room without acknowledging me and went straight to her bed. She climbed onto it and curled up without uttering a word.

I stood there, waiting for her to speak, but she remained silent.

"Isabella, are you alright?" I asked, observing as she slowly opened her eyes and looked at me.

"I'm... anxious," she whispered, her voice barely audible. I blinked in surprise, unsure of how to respond.

"What's troubling you?" I inquired. "What happened to make you feel this anxious?"

Isabella sat up and wiped a tear from her cheek. "I'm just... unsure if you'll still like me," she confessed, her voice barely above a whisper.

"That's not true," I reassured her. "What could possibly make you think that?"

Isabella sniffled and glanced down at her lap. "I'm worried that Vivian will take you away from me," she admitted, tears welling up again.

I sighed and wiped away her tears. "Why would you think such a thing, Isabella? I'm disappointed to hear you say that," I said, my disappointment evident on my face.

"With the way you've been treating me differently and opening up to Vivian, I can't help but think that I'll be discarded and she'll become the one you prefer," she explained, her words causing anger to rise within me.

"Stop speaking such nonsense, Isabella. I would never do that. I'm not foolish. You are the one I want and cherish. Vivian won't take you away from me or replace you, do you understand?" I said firmly, and she nodded.

"Now, let's put those thoughts aside and smile for me," I said, offering her a smile to encourage her.

Isabella wiped her eyes and managed a small smile. It wasn't much, but it was a start.

"Much better," I said, returning her smile.

She blushed slightly and looked away. "I promise I won't dwell on it anymore," she said.

"That's good to hear," I said, patting her on the back.

"Would you mind if we change the subject?" she asked.

"Of course not," I replied. "What would you like to talk about?"

"I was curious about what you and Vivian discussed earlier," she said. "Did she mention anything about her parents?"

I raised an eyebrow in surprise. "Did you overhear our conversation?" I asked.

"No!" she quickly denied, looking embarrassed. "It was actually Oregon and Vivian."

"Did they both talk about it?" I asked, still taken aback.

"Yes," Isabella confirmed. "She mentioned that she had asked you to find her a martial arts trainer while she was working on the case."

"That's true," I said, feeling a bit uncomfortable discussing it.

Isabella noticed my hesitation and seemed apologetic. "I'm sorry if I'm prying. I don't mean to make you uncomfortable."