Lycan king's substitute breeder

Chapter thirty two

Laura scoffed and shook her head. "What are you talking about?" she spat. "I have no idea what you said. I should take my leave. You keep saying gibberish and it's not healthy or wise."

She started ascending the staircase when Stephen's abrupt and shrill laughter stopped her. Slowly, she turned her face towards him.

"Quiet! Why are you laughing for no reason? Have you gone nuts?" Laura seethed, with glaring eyes.

Stephen smirked dangerously and walked up to her.

"What do you think you are doing?" Laura asked, with an angry voice.

"Do you know why I really like you?" he asked. Laura raised a brow.

"What? Why do you really like me? Look here, stop saying stupid things. I have had enough of your shit," she seethed, pointing her index finger at his face.

"It's because you are really evil and yet you seem too good. You are quite pretentious, you know," he whispered, the smirk on his face growing broader.

"That is your business," she snarled and walked away, without sparing a glance at him.

Laura went straight to the room and met Isabella using her phone on the bed.

"Queen Laura? Are you back?" Isabella asked, as she stood up.

"Oh, yes," she replied, with a small smile.

"That man is Oregon's Beta, right?" Isabella asked, blinking her eyes.

Laura nodded.

"You must be hungry. How about we eat something?"

"No, I'm fine," Isabella said, and her stomach rumbled. She quickly closed her eyes tightly in embarrassment.

Laura chuckled softly. "What did you say earlier? You aren't hungry?"

"Sorry, I will take that back. I'm starving," she smiled.

Laura walked to the drawer close to her bed and raised the telephone to her ear. She told the receiver at the other end to prepare a sumptuous and huge meal for her and her guest to eat.

After she was done, she ended the call and looked at Isabella. "Can you wait, right? The food will be ready in a few minutes," she said to her.

Isabella nodded. "There is no problem with that. I'm not even that hungry," she replied with a smile.

At that moment, Isabella's stomach gave out a loud growling sound. She moaned and encircled her arms around her stomach.

"Damn. This is so embarrassing," she whispered, and hissed.

"I can see that your stomach never lies," Laura said with a smile on her face.

"Please, pay no attention to it. My stomach exaggerates all the time. It's so dramatic," Isabella said.

"I know, right. I can see that," Laura said as she took her seat on the couch. She reached for the remote control on the table and switched the TV on.

"Queen Laura?" Isabella called slowly, with a soft voice as she took her seat.

"Yes?" Laura answered, and glanced at Isabella.

"Please, I was wondering if I could ask a few questions," she muttered, scratching her head.

"Questions?" Laura smirked. "Oh, my! I'm curious now. Fire away your questions."

Isabella started out with a steady and soft voice. One could see how timid and nervous she was. "It's actually about that girl."

"That girl? Who? Hold on… Do you mean that snake under the green grass?" Laura asked, her brows creasing.

"Pardon?" Isabella whispered, acting perplexed.

Laura sighed and took her gaze back to the TV. "Are you talking about that girl who came with Oregon? Vivian?" she questioned.

"Yes!" Isabella nodded.

"What about her?" Laura asked.

"Who is that girl, really? Is she actually Oregon's mate? Was Oregon lying or something?" Isabella asked.

"Why? Are you worried?" Laura smirked.

Isabella laughed and shook her head. "I'm not. I'm just curious," she answered.

"I see," Laura nodded. "Anyway, you don't have to be curious about that. Both of them aren't mates, I'm certain about that. They are just lying about that, trying to act obnoxious."

"You might not be a hundred percent sure about that. What if they are truly mates? What if Oregon isn't lying? I know Oregon well, he rarely lies and I'm not sure he can lie about something like that," Isabella said.

"You know Oregon well? I'm not sure you do know him that well, Isabella. Have you forgotten that he is now a grown-up? It has been a long time since you two saw each other. Weren't you both still little then?" Laura asked, staring at Isabella intently.

"Well, I think I know Oregon's behavior since I studied him well back then," Isabella replied.

"People change, Isabella. That is what I want you to believe," Laura said.

"Yes, it could happen," Isabella nodded, keeping her folded fists on her thighs.

"Bella? Let's stop talking about that," Laura smiled.

"Right. I'm sorry if my question provoked or agitated you," Isabella whispered.

Laura got up and sat down next to Isabella. She held her folded fists in her hands and smiled at her.

"Look… No matter what happens, I don't even care what those two say or think. All I know is that you are the one for Oregon," she said, and studied the look on Isabella's face.

"Do you want to know the primary reason I brought you here?" Laura whispered, gently tucking Isabella's hair behind her ear.

"Why?" Isabella asked, her voice barely above a whisper.

"I want you to own Oregon even if it means…" Laura was suddenly interrupted by a knock on the door.

"Who is there?" she frowned, turning her face.

"The food is ready," the voice said from outside.

Laura sighed and stood up. She went to the other side and sat down. Isabella's stomach rumbled again and she bit her bottom lip in embarrassment.

Laura only smiled. "Come in," she finally said.

The door opened and the maids walked in, holding trays of various dishes and bottles of wine and alcohol.

They all bowed at Laura before proceeding to the dining table. After arranging everything, they walked back to them, bowed, and left the room, closing the door gently behind them.This content is © NôvelDrama.Org.

"Let's eat now. I'm sure your stomach is tired already," Laura said and stood up.

Isabella smiled awkwardly and also got on her feet, following Laura to the dining room from behind.