Lycan king's substitute breeder

Chapter sixty eight

Vivian

As I opened my eyes, I moaned softly. My eyelids felt heavy, and I could tell I was in a hospital room, a luxurious one at that. I heaved a sigh of relief, grateful to be out of danger, and sank back into the bed. But my eyes shot open when I remembered Oregon. All content is property © NôvelDrama.Org.

"Where's Oregon?" I mumbled, searching the room frantically.

Just then, the door swung open, and I looked up. I felt a surge of relief at the sight of a familiar pair of legs. I jumped out of the bed and ran toward him, throwing my arms around him in a tight embrace.

"Where were you?" I asked, pulling back from the hug. "I was so worried when you weren't here." I sniffed him, and frowned. "You smell different. Did you change your cologne?" I added with a small chuckle.

"Hello…" I heard a voice say and my eyes opened, It fell on Oregon who was standing before me, close to the door, and my face turned confused. He was looking shocked and his eyes and mouth

opened widely in awe.

"What are you doing there, Oregon?" I asked, furrowing my eyes. "Aren't I hugging you?"

His eyes went red in anger and that was when I realized that the voice came from who I was hugging, and that person definitely wasn't Oregon, despite having the same body build.

My heart was racing, and I took a few steps back. As I did, I got a clear look at the man's face, and my eyes widened in shock.

"Who are you?" I blurted out, my voice trembling.

The man let out a deep sigh, running a hand through his dark, wavy hair. "I think I should be the one asking that question. Who are you, and why did you just hug me? What are you even doing in this room?"

"Excuse me, this is my ward," I said, my voice sharp and clear.

"Who are you?" Oregon asked from behind and the man whirled around to see Oregon standing in the doorway, a frown on his face.

His eyes widened in shock when he saw the familiar Lycan King just in front of him. "I'm sorry, I thought this was my sister's room," he said, bowing his head. "I must have gotten confused. This is my first time here."

Oregon's face hardened.

Just as he was about to leave, Oregon called out, "What's your name?"

The man turned to look at him. "I'm Damien Spencer."

"Alright, Damien. You can go now," Oregon said, waving a hand.

Damien bowed and turned to leave, pulling the door shut behind him. As he walked away, I could see the tension radiating from his stiff shoulders.

Oregon's eyes were locked on me, his expression hard and angry.

He simply walked past me and sat down on the bed. I let out a heavy sigh and went to sit next to him.

"Are you mad at me?" I asked, my bottom lip trembling slightly.

"Of course I'm mad," he said, his voice flat. "Why wouldn't I be? I left for a few minutes to get you something to eat, and when I got back, I saw you hugging another man."

I shook my head quickly.

"No, please. I never intended that to happen. I just mistook him for you, I'm sorry" I said, my smile faltering as I saw the look on his face which he quickly took away.

"Please look at me," I pleaded, but he kept his gaze fixed on the wall. I gently grabbed his cheeks and turned his head to face me. I could feel my heart pounding in my chest as I leaned in and planted a soft kiss on his lips. I pulled back, a little afraid of his reaction.

His face was beet red and he was fanning himself with his hand. "What was that for?" he asked, his voice strained.

I giggled, unable to contain my mirth.

"Are you blushing right now?" I teased, covering my mouth with my hand.

He sputtered. "Wh-what? I'm not blushing!"

"Your cheeks are so red!" I said, pointing to his face.

"I-I'm just feeling hot, okay?" he said, a grin forming on his face.

"Oh, I see," I said, smirking.

"I'm still mad at you," he said, pouting like a little kid.

I put my hands on my hips and looked down at him. "Why?"

"You hugged him, and not me," he said, his bottom lip jutting out even further.

I rolled my eyes and threw my arms around him, patting his back in an exaggerated motion. "Are you happy now?" I asked.

He nodded and hugged me back, so tightly I could barely breathe.

Ooh, this is getting good! Here's my edit:

"By the way, you and that guy named Damien have the same body build," I said, a teasing note in my voice.

"Who is Damien?" he asked, his eyes narrowing.

"Umm… you know, the guy I accidentally hugged?" I replied, avoiding his gaze.

"Have you forgotten his name? You were even the one that asked for it. Anyway, he's the one that I mistook for you, and hugged," I replied, and Oregon broke the hug, then looked at my face.

"What is it?" I asked, a little confused.

"Do you remember his name?" he asked, a strange tone in his voice. I scratched my head, trying to think.

"Shouldn't I?" I asked, unsure of what he meant.

"I almost forgot his name, and you had to remind me?" he said, his tone turning annoyed. "He's nothing special. Who is he to you?"

"Wait a minute" I exclaimed, pointing at his face, chuckling. "I know this feeling! Are you jealous?"

"Wha… What? Jea… Jealous?" Oregon stammered. "Am I jealous? Why would I be jealous?"

"Because you seem upset that I know this guy's name," I said, trying to contain my laughter.

"I'm not jealous!" he insisted, turning away. "Come on, let's just eat. I don't want to argue."

"Fine," I said, my smile still on my face. "If that's what you want." We went to the table, and began to eat.