Lycan king's substitute breeder novel Chapter 77

Vivian

That evening, we had dinner and later took our baths as instructed by the elder women who supervised me. I knew that Oregon was also taking his own share in his bedroom.

"We shall lead you to his room now," they whispered, and I slowly stood up. My long white gown was overflowing and trailing behind me.

As I got up from my seat, my long white robe trailed behind me. Three of the women led me to the hallway while the other two followed closely behind.

We eventually reached the door and they knocked on it.

"Come in," I heard Oregon's sultry voice echo, and I gulped hard. I wanted to push the door open, but the woman beside me did that instead, exposing the interior of the room.

The room glowed with orange light from the scented candles, and the lights were turned off. The peach curtains danced in the soft breeze from the open window. Even with the candles lit, the room was warm and cozy. On the bed were scattered rose petals, and the small pool was also covered in them. The water was still and steaming, with a faint scent of roses and cinnamon lingering in the air.

My eyes darted around the room, and I met Oregon sitting on the bed, wearing a red robe that exposed his masculine chest and abs. I exhaled deeply as I made my way to him.

"We don't have to do anything," he whispered. "Let's just sleep."

I nodded quietly and laid on the bed, covering myself with the duvet. He also laid down and shared it with me. We just stayed there, saying nothing, allowing the miserable silence to create an awkward atmosphere between us.

"It's so unlike you," Oregon whispered, and I swallowed hard, still staring at the ceiling above us.

"What do you mean?" I asked softly.

"You aren't saying anything. I know you to be a very loud person. If you are quiet, it means something is wrong," he said, turning his body towards me.

I just sighed and said nothing.

"Or are you nervous?" he asked, and I looked at him to see a smirk on his face.

"Why would I be nervous?" I asked.

"Aren't you nervous because you are staying next to me?" he asked, his eyebrows lifting.

"No," I replied. "I'm just going to tell you the truth, I'm angry with you."

"What?" he whispered. "Why?"

"When you were sleeping in my room this afternoon, you called someone's name like you knew that person so well. You were so emotional," I said, and he chuckled.

"I did?" he asked. "Don't tell me you're jealous."

"I'm not," I quickly defended, pouting my lips. "Who is she, though?"

"What's the name I called?" he asked.

"You called her Emilia. Who is she?" I whispered, and he sighed heavily.

"That's my sister," he answered.

"Your sister? You had a sister? But where is she?" I asked, yawning.

He licked his bottom lip and let out a sharp sigh. "She is dead."

"Oh my goodness! I'm sorry about that," I whispered, yawning again.