Lycan king's substitute breeder

Chapter Ninety one

Oregon

"I… I can explain," I gulped, my voice shaking and breaking without control.

Vivian gasped, tears running down her cheeks. She covered her mouth with both palms and shook her head.

"Tell me it's a lie… I beg you," she said, shaking her head.

"I don't know the full story yet, Vivian. I'll try to get the clear picture to understand why I did that," I said, walking closer to her, but she quickly backed away.

"But you still killed my biological mother and father, and nothing can justify that. You are a murderer, Oregon… or maybe you have always been a murderer," she scoffed, tears still running down her cheeks.

"Who told you that?" I asked, and she wiped her eyes.

"You don't have to know. Wait a minute, was this the reason?" She asked, holding back sobs.

"Huh…" I mumbled, blinking my eyes fast.

"Was this the reason you decided to end things with me? It all makes sense now," she uttered, sobbing quietly.

"Vivian…" I muttered, feeling heartbroken. "Give me a chance to find everything."

"I can't believe this. I just can't. Oregon, let's end this. It's over between us. I will leave this place and give birth to the kids. They don't need to know you or they might loathe you as well," she snapped, glaring at me.

I couldn't say anything. I simply watched her, with tears rolling down my clear eyes.

"Firstly, there is something I should do," she said, and turned around, then started running away. I grew curious and followed her, and she finally stopped at my mother's room.

She kicked the door aggressively, nearly causing it to fall off. The hinges even got damaged as a result. A shocked Laura and Isabella faced us.

"How dare you!" Laura snapped. "What are you doing here, and who gave you the audacity to kick the door? You've got no knuckles for knocking again?"

Vivian snorted and walked up to her. "You did that purposely, right?" She asked, a smirk on her face.

Laura's eyes blinked fast. "What… What are you talking about? I have no idea what you are even saying," she replied, her voice shaking.

"You and Isabella just wanted me to leave this pack, so that you would have Oregon to yourselves, and wow, that worked!" Vivian said, and laughed sinisterly, making Laura and Isabella shake.

"I think you should leave now, Vivian. What is wrong with you?" Isabella said. NôvelDrama.Org owns © this.

"I'm not talking to you, bitch," Vivian snapped.

"Huh? Hold on! Did you just call me a bitch?" Isabella asked, a furious look on her face.

"Yes, I did, and I will keep calling you that again, and again. You are a bitch!" Vivian yelled.

Isabella ran to her, and advanced to land a slap on Vivian's face, but Vivian was fast enough to grab Isabella's hand in mid-air. Isabella also tried to take her hand down, but Vivian seemed strong.

Isabella was quite flustered. "What do you think you are doing? Let go of me."

Vivian harshly took her hand down and quickly slapped Isabella, who moaned loudly in pain.

"Hey! What was that for!" Isabella yelled, holding her affected cheek.

"That is for everything you did to me while I stayed here, bitch," Vivian snarled.

"I'm not a bitch! Stop calling me that!" Isabella shouted, veins visibly showing on her neck.

"I think she is right, Isabella. You are a bitch," we heard someone say from behind, and we turned to see Stephen.

"Huh? Stephen… What are you doing here?" I asked, sounding surprised.

"I know this girl now. No wonder she looked so familiar," Stephen said, pointing at Isabella, who was looking elsewhere like he wasn't referring to her.

"What are you talking about?" I asked.

"I knew her before we met here, but by the name, Stella," he blurted, and Isabella went nervous. Her eyes were down, and she was shaking.

"Explain, so that I can understand you," Laura said, walking closer to Stephen.

"Actually, we first met in a club. She was a stripper and harlot back then, and we fell in love there," he began, his voice low and soft. "I begged her to stop the job, and she accepted. Since all she needed was money, I provided everything for her. We also had sex countless times till she got

pregnant, and the doctor said the kids were twins. I was happy, but she wasn't. I was even ready to get engaged to her, but she said she never loved me. She simply used me…"

"Is that all?" Laura scoffed, folding her arms across her chest.

"Isabella eventually gave birth to the children, but guess what she did to them?" Stephen said, his voice breaking.

"What?" I asked.

"She murdered them when they turned two months old. Her wicked mother also hid it away from everyone, and lied that the children died because of an illness. I found out the truth later on, but by that time, Isabella was out of the pack. I never knew that she would come back," he said.

I was deeply shocked, and when I looked around, I noticed Laura and Vivian shared the same facial expression as mine.

"I can explain, please," Isabella cried.

"No, a murderer like you should not be forgiven. You shall be punished," I said, gnashing my teeth.

"What is the difference between both of us, huh? We are both murderers so don't try to act innocent!" She yelled, crying loudly, and I faced Vivian, who quickly looked away.

"Huh…" She murmured, and ran to the table that her eyes came in contact with.

She picked a necklace from there and raised it to her face. "This necklace," she whispered.

"Do you recognize it?" Laura asked softly, walking up to her.

"Yes. My mother had this exact necklace, but the alphabet M was what was imprinted on it," she answered.

"That's her name initial. It's our friendship necklace, and she wanted you to have it," she smiled. "Where did you see it, by the way?"

"I… I need to get it back," Vivian's eyes widened, as she tried to scurry off.

I quickly held her hand, and she looked at me.

"Are you going to come back?" I asked, whispering.

"No," she answered, whispering back, and I noticed how sincere and honest she sounded.

My hand left hers, and she turned away before running away from my sight.