Lycan king's substitute breeder

Chapter sixteen

Oregon

I sat at my desk, reading through important documents, when I heard a knock at the door. "Come in," I said, adjusting my glasses.

Stephen entered the room and I turned my attention back to the papers on my desk. "From the look on your face," Stephen said, "I'm guessing you haven't heard the news." He took a seat on the sofa, facing away from my desk.

"What do you mean?" I asked, my eyes still fixed on the documents in front of me.

"It's about your mate, Vivian," Stephen said. I let out a sigh and finally looked up from the papers. "You've heard already?" I asked. "My mother's a bit of a gossip, isn't she?"

"What do you mean?" Stephen asked, clearly confused. "Your mother didn't tell me anything. I saw it for myself."

"You saw it yourself? What did you see exactly?" I asked.

"You don't have any idea what's going on?" He asked, with a surprised look on his face.

"Can you just talk already?" I demanded. My patience was wearing thin.

"Vivian was just rushed to the hospital," Stephen said. "I heard she kept vomiting until she fainted.

"What?" I muttered, my brows furrowing as I rose from my seat.

"When I saw her face, she looked like someone who was very unwell. Don't worry, the guards are taking her to the hospital as we speak," he said.

"And nobody told me anything about it?" I frowned, incredulous.

"I'm sure they will report to you soon. It hasn't been that long since they rushed her out," he said. As he finished his sentence, we heard a knock at the door. Stephen smirked at me. "I think it's them," he said, and I slowly sank back into my chair.Copyright by Nôv/elDrama.Org.

"Come in," I said, and my mother entered the room.

"M-mother?" I stammered. "What are you doing here?"

"Son, please don't let anyone's words get to you," she said, her voice firm. "I know you're not the kind of person to let emotions get the best of you. So please, act like it."

"I don't understand what you mean," I whispered slowly, even though I knew exactly what she was talking about. My mother didn't want me to care about Vivian, and she didn't want me to get caught up in any gossip or rumors about her.

We heard another knock and my mother turned our heads to the door.

"Come in," my mother said, before I could give the person permission to enter.

Two guards walked in and bowed briefly before saying anything.

"That lady Vivian fainted while in the prison cell," one of the guards said. Stephen turned to me, his expression one of confusion.

"Vivian was in a prison cell?" Stephen questioned, his tone inquisitive, but everyone ignored him.

I opened my mouth to answer the guard, but my mother rushed forward and gave the guards a scornful look.

"And so?" my mother said, her voice cold and imperious. "Is that a problem? Even if she dies, that is not our problem. You should leave now. When she takes a few drugs, she will be okay. Make sure she is taken back to the dungeon afterwards." She pointed at their faces as she said this, her eyes hard and unyielding.

"Mother, let me speak!" I roared, my frustration mounting.

"Son," she began, her voice quivering, "I was just trying to help."

"Well, this isn't help," I snapped. "You're just trying to control me, like you did with Dad. I won't let you do that to me. I can't stand it."

My words hit my mother like a slap in the face, and her eyes filled with tears.

"I should leave now. Do as you wish," she said, her voice trembling with anger. She stormed out of the room.

I took a deep breath and stood up. "Where is she now?" I asked. "The hospital, I suppose?"

"Yes," the two guards answered in unison.

"Let's go," I said, and Stephen stood up to follow us out.

"What happened to her? How was she when you last saw her?" I asked the guards.

"One of the prison wardens reported to us that she was vomiting so much and fainted. We checked and saw that it was true. We tried to wake her up but she didn't respond, so we called the paramedics who helped before taking her to the hospital."

"I just called the driver," Stephen said as he took his phone away from his ear. "He's waiting for you in the garage."

We got to the garage and the driver opened the car's back door, which I entered. Stephen also joined me, while the two guards went to their power bikes, covering their heads with the black and heavy helmet. The driver closed the door, entered into the front seat and started the car, driving out of the garage and the guards drove from behind.

After some minutes, we got to the hospital and the driver rushed out, opening the door immediately. I alighted and so did Stephen.

"I wanted to avoid rumors and headlines which would say, 'The Lycan King of Moongroove pack was seen in a hospital. Who did he meet?'

We went inside and were led to a room where I could stay. The guards explained who I was to the most important and high-ranking staff members, so that I could be given a room.

I removed the uncomfortable mask and cap, and Stephen did the same.

"I'd like to speak with the doctor," I said. "I want to find out what the problem is. How can someone just faint like this? Is she allergic to something? Or is she suffering from some kind of terminal illness?"

Stephen just shrugged, then reached for the telephone on the table and dialed an extension, requesting the doctor's presence as I had requested.

It took only a few minutes for him to come in, and when he saw us, he paid his respects and greetings by bowing.

"I don't intend to stay here for so long, so be quick about what you want to say," I said. "What about the lady that was brought here an hour ago? What's her diagnosis?"

"We ran a test on her and the results came out immediately," the doctor replied flatly. "I think she was just like that because she's pregnant."

"Pregnant?" I muttered, in disbelief.

"What do you mean by that?" Stephen demanded, his voice tense. "Are you sure you know who we're talking about?"

"Yes… She is about a month and a half pregnant," the doctor said, his voice solemn.

I felt the blood drain from my face, and I sank into a nearby chair, my head spinning. Vivian… pregnant? It couldn't be.