Lycan king's substitute breeder

Chapter forty two

Stella

"I ran back to my room and flipped the light switch off. In the darkness, I could see just fine thanks to my supernatural abilities. I moved to the desk in the corner of the room and sat down in the chair in front of it. My laptop was there, waiting for me to open it.

A moment later, Isabella entered the room. "Why is it so dark in here?" she asked, searching for a light switch.

"Don't worry about it," I called out to her. "I was the one who switched it off."

"Oh…" she whispered and made her way to the adjoining door which led to a smaller room. Her own bedroom, to be precise.

I took out my smartphone from my pocket and made a call.

"Hello Stephen," I whispered the instant he accepted the call. "Have you set up that camera already?"

He sighed deeply before replying. "Yes, I have. Can we stop talking to each other for the meantime? I don't want to have any issues with your son, Oregon."

"I know. I just felt you were the right one for the job. I have one last question. Did you mount the camera well? Did you place it properly? Somewhere I can be able to see everything and everyone?" I asked.

Stephen groaned. He was about to speak when he suddenly interrupted. "Later! Your son just arrived."

"Oh…" I whispered and ended the call, then kept my phone close to the laptop.

I switched it on and saw the video starting with Oregon sitting down. I smiled and nodded. "What a handsome son I have. Look how sweet he looks. Too bad his eyes went to that witch."

I suddenly remembered my last encounter with Oregon and I sighed heavily. I was certain he was thinking it was Stephen who told me about the meeting, whereas I was the master planner.Content © NôvelDrama.Org.

I was the one who told Stephen to send a message to the elders, begging them to set a meeting with Oregon concerning Vivian. I also told them what I wanted, which was the theme of the meeting.

I stood up and walked to the table, prepared a hot cup of coffee, and walked back to the chair. When I looked at the laptop, I noticed they had already begun the meeting.

I sipped the coffee and placed the cup down slowly before inserting the earbuds into my ears.

"I heard you requested a meeting and you all wanted me at the meeting at all costs," Oregon began, and they all nodded.

"Now, I wonder… What is it about? I'm sure there is a subject. What is the purpose?" he asked, as he raised the bottle of water that was on the desk.

One of the elders cleared his throat and all eyes went to him. "I'm quite surprised that you decided to schedule the meeting so early. We never knew you were this less busy. Probably if you looked more into this pack, you would notice there are things that need fixing. You should have been busy doing that by now," he said, and some laughed mockingly.

"What's wrong with them?" I snarled, clenching my fists in anger.

"Since you all have been busy looking into the pack, can I know what else needs fixing?" Oregon questioned, and everyone kept quiet, while some exchanged glances, looking embarrassed.

I smiled and nodded. "Yes… That's my son," I chuckled.

"Let's just get into the reason we are here. Actually, we called you here to persuade you. We want you to kick that Lycan breeder from the pack," they said.

Oregon scoffed and interlocked his fingers, which he placed beneath his chin. "Hmm… Really?"

"Yes," they answered, wearing a smile.

I couldn't help but smile because it seemed like Oregon was beginning to agree with them. The way his facial expression was made me think so.

"Now, I want each of you to give me reasons, different reasons, of course," he chuckled, and continued talking right away. "Reasons why I should kick her away?"

The men all looked distraught and they said nothing. I wondered why they were all quiet. Are they stupid?

"Come on. I'm sure you can do it. How many are they, though?" Oregon asked Stephen, who was sitting close to him.

"Twenty," Stephen replied softly.

"Hmm… Twenty. They are even few. It means it will be easy for them," Oregon said, and glanced at his wristwatch.

"Since you all aren't saying a thing, I should leave. I can't keep wasting my time here when I know I have many things to look into. Why call me here when there's a theme but no reason? It's stupid," Oregon hissed and got up.

"No… No… He shouldn't leave. Say something! Let him stay back," I almost yelled, as I watched in frustration and anger.

"We need her gone because we heard something about her," an elder who seemed quiet at the extreme end uttered.

All eyes went to him, even Oregon looked back to face him. I smiled and gave a sigh of relief.

Oregon swallowed hard as he took his seat. "What did you hear about her?" His voice sounded soft, and it came out slowly.

"We heard that woman is barren," he said, and Oregon gave out a chuckle.

I arched my brow in wonder. Why did he chuckle? Was it supposed to be funny?

"It isn't hilarious, right? It's a serious matter that should be looked into. How dare a barren woman try to become a breeder to the Lycan King? She should be thrown out immediately! How will she bear children if she can't conceive your child? How!"

I smiled, satisfied, and gave the man a thumbs up. He did his work well, unlike the others.

"And how do you know that? How do you know she is barren?" Oregon asked.

I swallowed hard as I felt my heart leaping. I wanted to switch the laptop off, but my other mind wanted me to keep watching.

"So I heard," the man replied, and I heaved.

"That means it's a rumor. We won't know yet until I sleep with her. Next week Monday, I plan on making love to my Lycan breeder," he suddenly announced, and my eyes opened widely in shock.

I got up, took the AirPods away from my ears, and threw them away. I grabbed the laptop and threw it against the wall. It made a loud smashing sound. I screamed out loud, furiously, that even Isabella had to run out from her room to me.