Lycan king's substitute breeder

Chapter seventy eight

Vivian

The next day, I went to the training center as usual. When I got there, I didn't see Damien. I wondered what was keeping him; he was running late.

"I'm sorry that I'm late," I heard his voice and turned.

"It's fine," I said. "But why are you late though?"

"I live far away," he answered.

"How far?" I asked him, and he smiled.

"I live very far. In fact, I don't stay in this pack," he replied, and my eyes grew wide in shock.

"But why? I thought this was your pack," I said, and he chuckled, shaking his head.

"This isn't my pack. My sister just works here, that's why I come here most times. My mansion is in the neighboring pack," he replied.

"Wow. Do you stay in a mansion?" I asked.

"Of course," he nodded.

"Does that mean I hired a trainer for this job?" I chuckled. Material © NôvelDrama.Org.

"Well, probably. Anyway, let's start training. We've got a lot to do," he said.

"I agree," I said, and we both started training. We learned how to throw punches hard and dodge them. We also did a lot more for hours, and he kept nodding his head in satisfaction.

"You are really catching up, Vivian. In time, you will be able to do even better than me," he said, as he panted, then left me. I was panting as well, even more than he was.

I laughed and shook my head. "I doubt that. You are so perfect that I don't think I can win against you."

His left eyebrow went up, and he laughed briefly. "Anyway, let's take a break," he said, and opened his black bag. He brought out two bottles of water and handed one to me.

"Thank you," I whispered, as I collected it. I opened the cork immediately and started drinking it.

My eyes darted and caught Damien drinking the water. My hand went down involuntarily, and I pushed the remaining water in my mouth down my throat as I watched him drinking the water seductively.

As he drank the water, it kept dripping onto his dancing Adam's apple in his neck, and it felt like I was watching an advertisement. He was looking very handsome, almost like a model. Even the way he clutched onto the bottle made him feel more masculine, and I liked that.

Damien suddenly looked at me, and I turned away. "Are you alright?" he asked.

I laughed nervously and nodded. "Of course, you don't need to ask."

"Anyway, you should take a break, go and grab lunch. I'll be right back," he said, and tried to leave.

"Do you want to grab lunch too?" I asked, as we both went outside.

"Uh, not really," he replied.

"Aren't you hungry?" I asked.

"I am," he laughed, rubbing the back of his head.

"So, why aren't you going to eat?" I asked, and he suddenly stopped in his tracks and faced me. I also faced him, and we both looked at each other.

"You ask a lot of questions, you know," he smirked.

"Oh, I'm sorry about that... It's just..."

"Queen Laura asked me to come. She wants to speak with me," he answered.

"Why would she want to speak with you? Oops! I asked another question. I'm sorry for being annoyingly inquisitive," I said.

"It's fine. You can go ahead," he said, and walked away, leaving me to watch him.

***

Damien knocked on the door, and Laura's voice was heard next. "Enter," she had said.

Damien inhaled deeply before entering. He bowed his head and stood by the door, looking at her. She was sitting on the sofa, eating popcorn with her eyes on the TV.

"Why are you standing there? Have a seat," she said.

"Thank you," he whispered and sat on the sofa opposite her.

"So, how is it going?" she asked, refusing to allow her eyes to look away from the TV.

"Huh," he mumbled.

"I mean you and that girl, Vivian. How is it going?" she asked.

"Well, we are doing fine," he answered, and she looked at him with glaring eyes.

"Who cares how you both are faring? Wait a minute, don't tell me you have forgotten your main motive of being Vivian's trainer," she said, sounding quite angry.

"Not at all, I haven't forgotten that," he replied.

"Care to remind me then?" she said, raising an eyebrow.

"I must make Vivian fall in love with me," he said.

"Very good! Now, you know what I'm talking about," she smiled. "Anyway, how is it going?"

"Well, I'm trying my best," he said.

"You shouldn't try your best, young man!" she snapped. "You should give it your all."

He swallowed hard and nodded his head.

"By the way, I noticed you came late today," she said.

"How do you know that?" he asked.

She laughed and waved her hand across her face. "Come on, I know everything that happens in this penthouse and pack house. I know why you came late too, you live far away, right?"

He blinked and nodded. "Yes," he replied.

"I will get you a room around here, I want you to move in," she said.

"Huh? Okay," he quickly said. "That would even be a great idea since it would be easy for Vivian to fall in love with me. We would be closer if we stay around the same place."

"That's why your room will be opposite hers or facing hers. I wish you good luck, and I trust you will make me proud," she said.

"I will," he answered.

"You can go," she said, and he stood up, bowed again, and proceeded to the door.

"Hold on," Laura suddenly said, and he turned his head.

"You haven't forgotten the second motive, I hope?" she asked.

"No," he replied, shaking his head. "My second motive is to confuse and ruin Vivian's plans so that she won't find out the truth."

A wicked smile ran through Laura's lips as she nodded her head. "You are perfect," she muttered, and he smiled.