Lycan king's substitute breeder

Chapter thirty nine

Vivian

As I lay curled up on my bed like a newborn baby, tears streaming down my face, I felt a sinking sense of disbelief. I stared at my stomach, unable to process the fact that there was a tiny life growing inside of me.

"I can't believe this..." I whispered, my voice breaking.

This was not how I had imagined my life turning out. But here I was, facing the biggest change of my life. I took a deep breath, trying to steady my racing heart.

"What am I going to do?" I wondered aloud.

Indeed, it was really hard to believe that I was carrying a little being inside my stomach.

"I'm so sorry I didn't find out sooner, little one," I whispered, tears spilling from my eyes. "Your father never told me. He lied and kept it from me." I placed a hand on my belly, feeling a mixture ofText content © NôvelDrama.Org.

emotions. Anger, confusion, and disbelief swirled inside me. How could he have done this?

I took a deep breath and tried to calm my racing heart. I had to figure out what to do next. I had to make a decision that would impact not only my life but also the life of this tiny being inside me.

I should have realized that there was a chance of me being pregnant after having sex with a stranger at the party, but I was too blind to know, and the man I had sex with was none other than Oregon, a Lycan king for that matter.

I stood up, my fists clenched. I was seething with anger at the way he had deceived me. I couldn't keep my emotions bottled up any longer. I had to confront him.

I stormed out of my room and made my way towards his room. But when I got there, I found one of the servants cleaning.

"Good afternoon," she said, smiling at me.

"Hello," I replied, forcing a smile back at her. I scanned the room, searching for Oregon.

"Is there something I can help you with?" she asked, noticing my obvious unease.

"I was wondering if King Oregon is around?" I said, trying to sound casual.

"King Oregon? He went out a few minutes ago," she answered, her expression natural.

"He left?" I asked, my stomach sinking.

My eyes widened immediately. "He went out?" I asked.

"Yes," she replied, nodding.

"Yes, that's right," she replied.

"Do you know where he went?" I pressed, trying to keep my voice steady.

She hesitated for a moment, her eyes searching mine. "He might have gone to the office, based on what he was wearing and the documents he was carrying," she answered. "But I'm afraid I don't know exactly where it is. I'm not sure if you would be able to find it on your own. Do you want me to help you get there?"

I hesitated, unsure if I should ask for help. "Yes, that would be very kind of you. I don't want to waste my time trying to find my way around," I said, feeling grateful for her offer.

"I will gladly take you there," she smiled.

"Thank you so much for your kindness, you are so nice," I forced a smile.

"You are welcome. Please come with me," she said softly, and I followed her from behind.

We both went upstairs using the staircase. "Excuse me?" I called calmly.

"Yes?" she answered and turned to me.

"Wouldn't it have been better if we used the elevator? Isn't the staircase too tiring? Besides, the last time I checked, the elevators were working perfectly well. Is there a problem?" I asked, and she chuckled.

"I guess you don't know, but we servants are prohibited from using the elevators. It's against the rules," she said.

"Oh, really? I never knew," I whispered, scratching my head, quite embarrassed.

"It's fine. Anyway, if any servant wishes to use the elevator, he or she has to be extra careful and cautious because once you are caught, your salary for that month won't be given to you," she said.

"Sad," I shook my head, and she chuckled again.

At that moment, we were walking through the hallway. She eventually stopped at a particular door, and I did the same.

"We must be here," I whispered, pointing at the door in front of us.

"I believe so," she replied, a hint of uncertainty in her voice.

"Thank you so much for bringing me here. I really appreciate it," I said, giving her a warm smile.

"No problem at all. It was my pleasure," she said, smiling back. "I hope you'll find what you're looking for in there."

"Thank you, and have a great day!" I said, looking as she turned to leave. She waved at me and started walking away.

I smiled and waved back as she turned and walked away. I waited until she was out of sight, then turned my attention back to the door. I took a deep breath, then knocked.

There was silence.

I knocked again. Nothing.

I sighed, feeling my annoyance rising. Where was he? I knocked a third time, harder this time. Still nothing.

"Is he ignoring me?" I muttered under my breath, anger bubbling inside me. I knocked again, louder this time, but there was still no answer.

"Are you kidding me?" I said out loud, my frustration spilling over. I took a deep breath, trying to calm myself down. This was ridiculous. Maybe he was out for lunch? Or maybe he was in a meeting? Or maybe he was just in the bathroom?

I decided to give it one last try, knocking loudly and persistently. Still, no response.

"This is ridiculous!" I said, feeling my blood boil.

I sighed, feeling my patience waning. In a last-ditch effort, I called his name. "King Oregon, are you in there?" I said loudly, trying to remain respectful. But there was no response.

My frustration mounting, I found myself calling out to him without honorifics. "King Oregon!" I said, a hint of anger in my voice. Still nothing.

I felt my blood boil, my hands shaking. What was wrong with this man? I reached for the doorknob, turning it slowly. Was I really going to barge into his office? Well, he caused it, and I tried my best.