Lycan king's substitute breeder

Chapter sixty two

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I was swimming in the pool when the lifeguard called out to me. I lifted my face above the water and saw that he was holding my phone.

"What's up?" I asked.

"Someone's calling you," the lifeguard replied.

"Who is it?" I asked. I certainly didn't want any interruptions on this hot afternoon.

The lifeguard studied the screen for a moment before answering. "It's a private number," he said.

I was startled by the lifeguard's call, and I quickly swam to the side of the pool, jumping out. I took off my swimming goggles and held out my hand for the phone.

"Give it to me," I said, my voice sharp with annoyance. The lifeguard handed the phone to me, and I went to a quiet corner to take the call.

"Laura," I whispered, a sly grin spreading across my face.

"Where are you? I need to talk to you," she said, urgency in her voice.

"I'm a little busy at the moment," I replied, trying to gauge the level of urgency and whether my presence was really needed.

"It's urgent," she said insistently. "I really need your help right now."

"Okay," I relented. "I'll come and meet you. Where are you?" I asked, heading into the locker room.

"My room," she replied. "I don't have the energy to go somewhere else to talk. We can meet in my bedroom. Just be discreet when you come. I don't want anyone to know that you're coming to my room."

"I got it," I said with a laugh, as I grabbed a towel from the hanger and began drying off my wet body.

I grabbed my shirt and pants from the hanger and put them on. Then I left the locker room, making sure to walk carefully so as not to draw any attention to myself. When I reached the penthouse, I made my way to her room.

I knocked on the door and it opened immediately. I hurried inside and the door closed behind me. I looked up and saw Laura staring at me.

"You called?" I asked, crossing my arms over my chest.

"Yes, please sit down first," she said, still smiling.

I hesitated for a moment, unsure if I should really trust her. But in the end, I sat down, feeling a bit nervous.

"Now that you're here, I need to ask you something," she said, as she took her sit opposite me.

"Why are you making me nervous?" I asked, raising an eyebrow.

"How?" she asked with a chuckle.

"Your expression. The way you keep smiling. It feels fake," I said. "Just be honest with me. What's going on?"

She scoffed and leaned back in her chair. "Alright, you caught me. I was trying to get your attention," she admitted.

"Too bad you failed the simple task," I said with a smirk.

She rolled her eyes and scowled. "Yes, I failed. So, can we please move on?"

"Alright," I replied. "What's this all about, then?"

"I need your help finding a trainer. They need to be a man, and very attractive, intelligent, and strong," she said, sounding serious.

"Why do they need a trainer?" I asked, intrigued.

"It's not me who needs a trainer," she said. "Someone asked me to help them find a trainer."

"Really? Who is it?" I asked, my interest piqued.

She let out a long sigh and looked away. My curiosity was at an all-time high.

"Is it for that girl that stays with you? Isabella?" I asked, tilting my head to one side.

"No," she said hesitantly. "It's for Vivian."

My mind started racing. "Why would Vivian need a trainer?" I asked.

"You don't need to know everything!" she snapped. "So, will you help me or not?"

I exhaled deeply and gave a slight nod.

"Wait, is that a yes?" she asked, her face lighting up.

"Obviously," I replied with a smirk.

"Thank you!" she exclaimed.

"You're welcome. I think I should probably head out, then?" I asked, pointing to the door.

"Uh, sure," she nodded, looking a bit confused.

I got up from the chair and headed for the door, not bothering to look around as I left the room. I made my way out of the penthouse and to my car, driving home in a bit of a daze.

I made my way to my bedroom and collapsed onto the bed, exhaling deeply as I stared up at the white, high ceiling.

As I lay there, I felt a sharp pain in my back. I prodded the area and grimaced as my fingers rubbed the hump there.

"Ugh, what is wrong with my back again?" I grumbled to myself, feeling frustrated. "Always in pains unnecessary."

I took out my phone and called my personal massage therapist. I asked her to come over as soon as possible to help me with my sore back.

"Do you think I need surgery for this?" I mumbled to myself, feeling a little desperate.

I went to the window and stood there, gazing outside as I waited for my massage therapist to arrive. When I saw her, I breathed a sigh of relief.

I was surprised to see a man walking in with her. They were conversing as they entered the building. The man was handsome and built like a warrior.

"Who's that?" I muttered to myself, feeling slightly intrigued.

I made my way to the massage room and laid down on the table, waiting for the massage therapist to come in.

"Hello, Beta Stephen. Good afternoon," she said as she walked into the room.

I smiled up at her. "Good afternoon."

"Good afternoon to you too, sir," she said in a cheerful voice. "How is your day going?"

"Quite well, thank you," I replied. "And how is your day going?"

"It's been pretty good," she replied, grinning.

"I can tell," I said. "I saw you chatting with your brother outside.

"Boyfriend?" she scoffed. "Oh, no! He's not my boyfriend!"

"Then, who is he?" I asked, raising an eyebrow.

"That's my little brother," she said, laughing.