Lycan king's substitute breeder

Chapter fifty one

Vivian

Oregon sat me down on the bed, his expression filled with concern. My head was bowed, and my eyes were still red and watery from crying.

I could feel his gaze on me, but I couldn't bring myself to meet his eyes. Instead, I just stared at the floor, my thoughts racing.

The silence stretched between us, heavy and uncomfortable. I knew he was waiting for me to say something, but I didn't know what to say.

"Please, stop crying," he said gently, his tone firm but compassionate.

I nodded, trying to force myself to stop, but I couldn't. My eyes were stinging, and my cheeks were still wet with tears. I felt embarrassed and ashamed, but I couldn't seem to control myself.

He sighed, then reached out and placed his hand on my chin, gently lifting my head so I was looking at him. "Are you okay?" he asked, his voice soft.

"I'm getting better now," I whispered, and he wiped away my tears. I noticed he looked quite nervous, which made me wonder.

"Why do you look so distressed? Shouldn't I be the one asking if you're alright?" I muttered.

"I overheard you and my mother having a private discussion," he said, removing his hand from my face.

I sighed, turning my face away. "How did you find out? Who told you?" I asked.

"Does it matter? What did you two talk about? What did she tell you?" he asked, his voice filled with anger.

"You don't need to know," I said.

"I don't need to know?" he said, disappointment evident in his voice. "I think I should leave now. Get some rest."

Oregon stood up and headed towards the door.

"Are you mad at me?" I asked quickly, causing him to pause and turn to me.

"Shouldn't I be?" he asked, his voice sincere.

"I'm sorry. I just-"

"I came all the way here to comfort you and ask you questions because I was really worried, and here you are treating me like some piece of shit," he said furiously.

I sighed deeply. "I'm sorry, but it's something personal," I whispered.

"Something personal? You mean to tell me that you and my mother talked about something personal? Something not worth talking about with me, huh?" he asked.

"No, it's not what you think," I said, shaking my head and hoping he would understand.

"Good night, Vivian," he said, pushing the door open. I quickly jumped from the sofa and ran outside.

"Wait!" I pleaded, and Oregon halted. I heard him sigh loudly before he turned to face me.

"What is it, Vivian?" he asked weakly. He was probably tired of me already.

"I will tell you everything," I said softly. Têxt © NôvelDrama.Org.

"You don't have to," he said, starting to walk away again.

I looked around the bright lobby and realized it was just the two of us there. I sighed heavily and let out a yell. "I found out that the people I called mother and father aren't my biological parents!"

Oregon's legs stopped moving, and he turned his neck to me before turning his whole body. "What?" he whispered softly.

"Can we talk about it inside?" I said, keeping my head down.

"Alright," he replied.

I walked back in, and he followed, closing the door behind him. I sat on the sofa, and he sat next to me.

"What were you talking about?" he asked.

I bit my lower lip and struggled to fight back the tears that were threatening to leave my eyes. "My mother and father were just my foster parents. They weren't the ones who gave birth to me."

His eyes blinked. "Who said that? How did you find out such a strange thing?" he asked, his eyes widening, and his face filled with curiosity and anxiety.

"Your mother..."

"My mother?" he scoffed, interrupting me. "Did my mother tell you that? Can't you see that she's trying to play with your mind? She's only hurting you. You know how well she behaves, so don't let her stupid statement get into your mind."

"No, it's really true. Besides, I found out who my real mother is," I said.

"Huh?" he mumbled, looking even more confused.

A sigh escaped my lips, and I explained everything to him. When I was done, he was quite dumbfounded. He just stared at me.

"Aren't you going to say anything?" I asked, barely whispering as my gaze went to the floor. I felt embarrassed and shy.

"I'm sorry about whatever happened to you in the past," he said calmly and softly.

I pursed my lips and nodded. "It's fine," I said.

"So, have you thought about finding your real parents?" he asked.

I shook my head, my eyes still downcast and misty.

"Why not?" he asked.

"Your mother told me they died a few months after I was born," I said.

"Oh, yes... You mentioned it earlier. I guess I forgot... Uh... But how convinced are you that they're really dead?" he asked, his voice shaking with nervousness.

"Uh... What are you trying to say?" I asked.

"What if my mother lied to you?" he answered, and I shook my head, doubtful.

"I don't think so. Besides, it doesn't make sense. Why would she take me away from my real parents and give me to someone else? It doesn't make any sense at all," I said, disagreeing.

Oregon swallowed hard and scratched his head. "We can't be so sure. So, what if your parents wanted you out of their lives? Maybe they had a good reason for that," he said quickly.

Tears welled up in my eyes, and I hurriedly wiped them away with the back of my palm. "No, I doubt that."

"My mother might be hiding a lot of secrets, who knows," he said, shrugging his shoulders.

I stood up and looked away. "I think you should leave now. I want to sleep."

"Have you eaten?" he asked.

My eyes met the covered dishes on the table, and I sighed heavily. "I don't have an appetite right now. Besides, the food is cold."

"Just try and eat something. Good night," he said, standing up.

"Oregon," I whispered. My back was still turned to him as I faced the other side.

"What is it?" he asked, soothingly.

"I just want to find out what happened to my real parents..." I whispered as more tears streamed down my face.

"What do you mean?" he asked, his voice filled with worry.

"She couldn't tell me how my parents died," I said, gulping hard before turning to him. "Her facial expression changed drastically when I asked her about the cause of death."

Oregon's thick eyebrows furrowed.