Lycan king's substitute breeder

Chapter forty

The door opened, and I slowly walked in. I looked around, hoping I would find Oregon. It was indeed his office, just as I remembered. I called his name softly and scanned the large office.

At that moment, I noticed that someone was lying down on the couch at the far end of the room. I wondered if it was really Oregon and walked over.

Tilting my face to take a closer look, I whispered his name, and that was when my eyes met the person resting there. It was a man, and most importantly, it was whom I had been looking for - Oregon! NôvelDrama.Org holds © this.

As I stared down at him, I felt my anxiety dissipate, replaced by a sense of relief. He looked so peaceful and unguarded in his sleep, and I couldn't help but admire his beauty.

"He's so handsome," I whispered to myself.

His face was damp with sweat, making the strands of hair that had fallen over his face curl and stick to his skin. I let out a gentle sigh and knelt down beside him, carefully sweeping the hair from his

face.

My movements were slow and careful, afraid that I might disturb his sleep.

I couldn't help but smile as I gazed at his sleeping face. His features were so perfect, like something out of a fairytale. In that moment, I felt like he was everything I had ever wanted in a man.

"He's like a Greek god," I thought, still lost in the sight of his sleeping face.

He let out a soft groan, and I froze, worried that I had woken him. But his eyes remained closed, and I released the breath I'd been holding. He must have been having a dream.

I rested my elbow on the armrest of the sofa, my chin in my hand, gazing down at him. So lost in my thoughts, I almost forgot the reason I had come here in the first place.

"I guess that's why he didn't hear me when I knocked?" I mused to myself. "He looks so peaceful. I guess I'll just come back later."

I got to my feet and started to leave, when I felt a hand close around my arm. I turned, my heart pounding in my chest, to see Oregon's eyes fluttering open.

"What are you doing here?" he asked, his voice barely above a whisper.

I chuckled nervously and shook my head. "You don't have to worry anymore. Besides, you look very sleepy. You should rest."

He looked at me and sighed softly. "Why are you here?"

"I'll tell you later. Just get some rest, I'll come back," I said and tried to snap my arm out of his grasp, but he wouldn't let go. He was too strong for me to break free.

"Aren't you going to let me go?" I whispered, blinking my eyes rapidly.

He groaned as he took his seat, still clutching his head which seemed to be hurting.

"Are you all right?" I asked.

"So, it was you?" he scoffed, his voice giving hints of frustration.

My eyes narrowed as I tapped my chest twice and gently. "Me? What do you mean?" I asked, feeling perplexed.

"Yes. You were the one knocking on the door," he answered. My eyes grew big in surprise.

"Wait?" I gasped, and then scoffed. "You mean you heard me when I was knocking and calling your name?"

"I'm not deaf. Jeez! You really are a pain in the ass. Such a nuisance. I never knew you could be this annoying," he uttered and shook his head.

"What?" I whispered and quickly pulled my arm away from his hold, then folded it and rested it against my chest.

"Are you kidding me? So, you heard that and pretended not to? Wait! Does it mean you also noticed I was with you all this time?" I asked softly, trying to hold in my embarrassment.

"Obviously," he scoffed.

"Shit," I groaned and ran my hand through my hair. "You really took me for a fool. You should continue sleeping. I need to leave."

"Aren't you going to explain why you're here? You definitely didn't come here just to look at my face and sweep my hair," he said as he rubbed the hair that was still on his forehead.

I felt a bit embarrassed and rolled my eyes, then finally spoke. "It's about our baby."

"Our baby?" he asked, whispering.

"Yes!" I replied.

"What about it?" he asked, stealing a glance at my stomach.

"Don't you think we need to tell everyone everything about us... including this baby?" I asked.

"No!" he quickly said with a sharp voice.

"No?" I repeated, arching my brows, feeling quite disappointed.

"No," he answered softly.

"But why? Do you think we can hide it forever? People will soon find out that I'm pregnant, and there will be no way I can hide it. We need to tell everyone so they won't think I'm carrying someone else's baby," I said, desperation in my voice.

"We won't tell them now. We will tell them later," he said.

"When will that be? When they're gossiping about me and thinking of when to kick me out of the pack? No! I disagree... That isn't a good idea at all," I replied, shaking my head.

Oregon sighed and stood up, then walked up to me. "Everyone knows you are mine... You are my Lycan's breeder. For now, only a few know you are my mate. Just my mother knows that, though. Anyways, people will think it's my child."

"Huh? Why would they think that?" I asked, raising a brow, feeling quite confused.

"Didn't you hear what I said before? I said you are my breeder. It makes sense if you have my child," he answered with a smirk and looked at my stomach.

"Oh..." I let out a whisper, feeling quite amused by his cleverness.

"Do you understand now?" he smirked.

Bashfully, I lowered my head and nodded quietly. "I do," I answered.