Lycan king's substitute breeder

Chapter Eighty four

Oregon

That evening, I called the elders to a meeting. They gathered in the conference hall immediately, with my beta, Stephen, by my side. After they were all seated, I took a moment to collect my thoughts before addressing them.

"Thank you all for coming," I said, and they responded in unison.

"I have called this meeting because there is something important I need to share with you," I said in a soft but firm voice, taking in the room full of expectant faces.

"Actually, let me rephrase that. It's not just something to share, but something to confess," I continued, shifting my gaze to Stephen, who looked bewildered.

He was silently urging me to reconsider, questioning my actions NôvelDrama.Org: text © owner.

"Actually, I have found my mate. I've known her for a very long time, and I've been in love with her all along," I revealed, causing murmurs and exchanged glances among the elders.

I waited for the noise to die down before continuing. "The reason I didn't tell anyone earlier was because I believed it was too late, as everyone already knew her as my breeder."

"What!" the elders exclaimed.

One of them stood up, trying to compose himself. "What do you mean by breeder? Are you referring to that girl named Vivian?" he asked, and I nodded.

Everyone gasped, their faces displaying shock and disbelief.

"That wasn't the only reason, though. I was also ashamed of her," I admitted, lowering my gaze and trying to steady my voice.

"Why were you

ashamed of her? What happened? Is she an outcast or an offender?" one of the elders inquired.

"King Oregon," Stephen's voice echoed through our mind link. "You don't have to say anything."

I glanced at him and shook my head slightly, disagreeing with his suggestion. He sighed and nodded before looking away.

"So, why were you ashamed of her? What happened?" the curious elders pressed.

"She is a mere, weak omega. She doesn't have a wolf, which made me question why the moon goddess chose her for me. I felt humiliated that a Lycan King like myself ended up with someone so powerless as my mate. That's why I felt ashamed," I explained, and they all nodded in agreement.

"But I'm not finished," I declared, and silence fell over the room. They looked at me, waiting for what I had to say next.

"I knew Vivian before she arrived in this pack," I revealed, capturing their full attention.

"I... I met her in the Silvermoon pack," I began. "That night, we attended a party together, and we ended up sleeping together. That's how she became pregnant with my children. Yes, she is carrying

twins."

"What? Does that mean she was promiscuous back then?" an elder asked angrily. "This is outrageous! What the hell!"

"No," I whispered, letting out a deep sigh. "She isn't promiscuous. We were both intoxicated and unaware of our actions."

I had to lie because I didn't want to delve into a longer, more complicated story that would sound like a lie. There was a few minutes of silence, and the elders assumed I had finished.

One elder at the other end of the room coughed slightly, capturing everyone's attention.

"It seems you have said all you needed to say. Is there anything else?" he asked, and I looked at Stephen, whose eyebrows were furrowed. His eyes were fixed on me, filled with curiosity.

"I don't want to be with Vivian anymore. In fact, I have rejected the bond, and I want her to accept the rejection. If she chooses not to, that's her decision. Furthermore, she will be leaving this pack. I will send her back to where she came from," I declared, sparking a flurry of conversation among the elders.

"But what about the children?" they asked.

I swallowed hard, praying that my voice wouldn't tremble, as my lips quivered. My eyes stung, as if tears were welling up.

"I don't want the children either. She will give birth to them in her own pack and take care of them there," I whispered.

"What?" they gasped in shock.

"But why? What happened between you and Vivian to warrant such a decision? You don't even want your own children? This is deeply unsettling. What's the problem?" The elders bombarded me with questions.

I growled, slamming my hands against the table. "Enough!" I yelled, standing up and panting heavily.

"I won't entertain any more questions. I have said all I needed to say. I will take my leave now. Good day," I declared, and walked out.

Stephen hurriedly stood up and followed me. "Oregon!" he called.

"Later, Stephen. We can talk later," I replied without turning to look at him. I briskly walked away.

***

Damien lay on his bed, deep in thought. Vivian's pained expression kept playing over and over in his mind. He felt a growing sense of unease in the pit of his stomach.

"I hope she's okay," he whispered. "I just want her to be happy."

Suddenly, his heart began to race. He placed a hand on his chest, wondering what was causing this strange reaction. Why was his heart beating so fast?

Just as he thought that, a quiet voice from within responded, "You're falling in love."

Damien furrowed his brow, confused by this strange intuition. "What do you mean by that?" he asked the voice.

"It's simple," the voice replied. "You've developed strong feelings for Vivian, and they've grown into something you can't ignore."

"What?" Damien whispered, his mind reeling. Could it really be true? Could he have fallen in love with this woman?