Lycan king's substitute breeder

Chapter sixty seven

Oregon

"Ugh," I grunted as a sharp pain shot through my chest. My heart began to race and I felt panic rising within me. What could be happening? It took me a moment to realize it was the mate bond. My mate, Vivian, was in pain.

I groaned as I rose from my desk, pushing my glasses aside as I looked over at the paperwork on the desk. I didn't have time to worry about that now. I had to go to Vivian. With that thought in mind, I bolted out of the office.

I ran down the hallway towards her room and found the door closed. I tried to open it, but it was locked. I knocked, but there was no response.

"Vivian!" I called out, pounding on the door with my fist. "Open up!"

Still, there was no response. I felt a knot of fear forming in my chest, and I knew I had to get inside the room.

"I'm breaking down the door!" I called out as I placed my hands on the door, ready to force it open.

The door suddenly swung open, and Vivian stood before me, a smile plastered on her face. It looked forced and fake, though. Her face was wet, like she had been crying.

"Vivian," I breathed, pulling her into a tight embrace. I held her as if she might slip away, unwilling to let her go.

She returned the hug, then let out a deep sigh. I slowly let go, our eyes locking as we gazed at each other.

"Why didn't you answer me? Why!" I exclaimed, my concern clear in my voice.

"I'm so sorry," she said softly, a forced smile still on her face.

"Do you know how scared and worried I was?" I asked, my gaze locked on her face.

"I'm really sorry," she repeated, her voice almost a whisper. I heaved a sigh, knowing she felt guilty.

"Now, tell me what happened," I said as she entered the room. I followed her in and shut the door behind me.

"Nothing," she said, chuckling awkwardly. I could tell she was lying.

"Don't lie to me," I said sharply.

"What?" she asked, her eyes wide. Content is property of NôvelDrama.Org.

"Stop pretending everything is fine, Vivian," I said, trying to be gentle but firm. "Your face says it all. Your smile is forced, and I know you're not okay. Why is your face wet? Have you been crying?"

She laughed, the sound hollow and forced. "Does this look like tears to you?" she asked, running her fingers across her damp face. "That's a lot of water."

"What?" I asked, my eyebrows knitting together in confusion.

"I didn't cry, King Oregon," she said, shrugging nonchalantly.

"Then, why is your face wet?" I asked, still trying to understand what was going on.

"I washed it," she replied. "I was feeling exhausted and decided to splash some water on my face."

I let out a sigh of relief. "Are you okay, then?" I asked. "Please be honest."

She pouted her lips and shook her head. "No, I'm not okay," she whispered, her voice sounding small and vulnerable. "I feel sick and I'm not sure why."

"Sick?" I echoed, concern rising in my chest. "What do you mean?"

"I don't know," she said, her voice sounding small and uncertain. "I've been vomiting all day, and I feel nauseous all the time. I'm so tired, I can barely move. I feel so weak."

"Let's get you to the hospital, right now," I said, my voice filled with urgency. She nodded, looking pale.

"I agree," she said, clutching her chest.

"Why?" I asked, my voice reflecting my concern. "Does it hurt?"

She shook her head, a small chuckle escaping her lips. "No, I just feel like throwing up," she said.

"Come on," I said, standing up. "Let's get you to the bathroom." I reached for her hand, but she pulled away.

"It's okay," she said. "I can go on my own." She staggered to her feet and I watched her closely, ready to catch her if she fell.

I could hear the retching coming from the bathroom, and I let out a sigh. Taking out my phone, I dialed a number and waited for an answer.

"Hello?" a voice said on the other end of the line.

"It's me," I said. "I need you to prepare the car right away."

"Yes, my King," the voice replied. "Anything else?"

"No," I said, and hung up the phone. My heart was beating fast as I waited for my driver to arrive.

When I noticed the retching sounds had died down, I ran to the bathroom and opened the door to see Vivian turning on the faucet of the sink and using the water to wash her face.

After she was done, she turned to me with a smile. "I hope this doesn't look like tears to you?"

I smirked and grabbed her arm. "Let's go, the driver is waiting."

"You called already?" she asked, quite surprised.

"I couldn't wait. Besides, time is not on our side."

As we walked out of the room, I noticed that everyone in the hallway was staring at us. Their mouths moved as if they were talking, and their eyes lingered on our intertwined arms.

"You should probably let go of me," I whispered to him. "People are staring and talking."

He scoffed. "Who cares what they think? They should remember that you're my breeder."

I shook my head. "No breeder of the Lycan gets close to you like this.

"I don't care what they think," he said, his tone firm. I felt a lump rise in my throat. My vision blurred, and I closed my eyes.

We walked outside, and I saw our driver waiting for us next to the car. As soon as he saw us, he opened the back door and we got in. The driver got in his seat and we zoomed off.

I glanced back and saw people running out of the front door and staring at the car, their hands pointed at us. They were speaking loudly, though I couldn't hear them.

A wave of exhaustion washed over me, and I sighed. Oregon lifted my chin and turned my face towards him. "Don't worry about them," he said gently. "Just close your eyes and get some rest."

I nodded and leaned against him, allowing myself to relax. As my eyes fluttered closed, I felt him brush a hand through my hair. His touch was soothing, and I allowed myself to drift off into sleep.