Lycan king's substitute breeder

Chapter Eighty five

Vivian

"You're early today," I heard Damien say, and I smiled. I was skipping rope when he walked in, and there was a broad, bright smile on his face.

"Good morning," I whispered.

"Good morning. How was your night?" He asked softly, and I swallowed hard.

"It was... okay," I replied, looking away.

"Should we just skip today?" He asked, and my gaze quickly went to him.

"What... What do you mean?" I stuttered, my eyes twitching. "Are you saying we won't train today? I don't want that."

"It's for your own good. You seem unlike yourself these days, and trust me, I don't like it. Why not have a good rest and come back when you feel like it?" He said.

"No, I'm fine, and I'm serious about it," I said and chuckled, then continued jumping over the rope.

He gulped audibly and came close to me.

"You should go back. What if you get hurt?" I asked, with widened eyes, as I feared the rope might mistakenly smack his face.

He didn't say anything, he just continued coming closer and I had no choice but to allow the rope to drop from my hands. I sighed deeply and ran my tongue across my lips.

"I'm really fine, Damien. You won't stop me from training today," I said.

"I heard about everything," he said quickly and my eyes blinked fast.

"Huh? What did you hear?" I asked, my voice showing how curious I was.

His fists clenched tightly, and he took more steps towards me. I looked away nervously, wondering why he was coming even closer.

"What... What is the problem?" I stuttered.

"King Oregon told everyone the truth about you and him. Didn't you hear?" He asked, and I chuckled.

"Of course, I did. The press took it outside. The television, radio, and even the media won't stop talking about it. Is that what you wanted to say? You made me nervous and scared for a second there," I laughed and crouched low to pick up the skipping rope.

At that moment, Damien also bent down and we both managed to share gazes.

"How are you feeling?" He asked, and I slowly forced a smile.

"I'm fine...," I whispered. "I don't care what anyone says. I've always wanted Oregon to tell everyone we were mates," I said.

"I know you aren't fine, so can you stop pretending? Cry if you want to. Be angry if you want to. Stop bottling all the emotions in. You will only ruin yourself and your mind. I've been there before, trust me," he said.

I shook my head. "I'm not sure you know what you are saying. Let's start training. I don't need to skip rope anymore since you are here now," I said softly as I stood up.

Damien stood up quickly and pulled me into his arms before encircling his arms around me, engaging me in a warm embrace.

"What... What are you doing?" I whispered, trying to push him away from his grasp, but he was strong enough for me not to leave.

"I know how hurt you are. I know how bitter you are," he said, and I vehemently shook my head, hitting my fists against his back.

"Let me go! You know nothing," I yelled, trying to keep my tears from leaving my eyes.

"Why won't I? Look, I understand how you are feeling. You are deeply hurting. Who wouldn't feel hurt when they hear their mate wants to send them out of the pack, despite knowing he has his kids in her womb?" He said.

I sniffled loudly. "I'm certain he has a reason."

"Stop!" He yelled and broke the hug. "Can't you see that he doesn't feel that way anymore? How much more hurt and heartbroken will you be before you realize that he doesn't want you anymore? Didn't you see that he doesn't want you because you are a weak omega with no wolf? He doesn't even care about the kids!"

I suddenly broke down in tears, and I started sobbing loudly, to the point where it became uncontrollable. I quickly hugged Damien tightly, and he sighed.

"You can cry as much as you want. I will stay and console you," he whispered.

I cried for almost forty minutes, and when Damien noticed I was tired already, he broke the hug and led me to the bench where we both sat down.

"Here," he whispered, handing a napkin to me.

"Isn't this yours?" I asked.

"You don't have to worry. You can have it," he said, with a small smile.

"Thank you," I whispered and used it to wipe my face.

"Oh dear," he chuckled.

"What is it?" I asked.

"You know what, just hand the napkin to me," he said, as he stretched his hand towards me.

"Well, if you say so," I whispered and gave it to him.

He came close and started wiping my face with it. While he was doing that, my eyes were stuck on his face. I never knew he was that handsome. His eyes suddenly met mine, and I nervously looked away.

"Vivian?" he called my name in a whisper.

I slowly faced him. Our eyes met and we kept an intense and intent eye contact. We didn't even say anything. Before I could comprehend what was going on, Damien moved his face towards mine and landed a kiss on my lips.

I was startled and went backwards. "What do you think you are doing?" I asked, my voice shaking as I used my palm to cover my mouth.

"I won't apologize for that," he whispered, and my nervous-looking eyes went to his face.

"Pardon..." I said.

"I love you, Vivian. I don't know how these feelings came, but I'm in love with you," he confessed, and my heart jumped.

"I will pretend that I didn't hear that. Also, I think I should obey your words. Let me take a break today," I uttered, my voice still shaking while trying to avoid his gaze.

"Vivian!" he called, and I sighed deeply. Belongs to (N)ôvel/Drama.Org.

"What is it?" I asked, my back against him, since I was already leaving.

"I have a secret to share with you," he said, and I slowly turned to him.