Lycan king's substitute breeder

Chapter Eighty six

Vivian

My heart fluttered in my chest as I stood in close proximity to Damien, and I wasn't sure why. I tried to calm myself by taking a deep breath and pressing my hand to my chest. I snuck a glance at him and saw that he was staring at me intently.

"What is it you want to tell me?" I asked, my voice barely above a whisper.

"Oh, the secret?" he responded, and I nodded, waiting for him to continue.

He ran his tongue over his lips and his eyes darted, glancing around as if he felt someone watching him. He moved closer, causing me to gulp and shift away.

"Be careful, or you might fall," He warned, looking at the limited space on the bench.

"I don't care," I huffed. "What if you kiss me again?"

Damien's eyes widened and he let out a soft laugh. "Hey, I'm sorry about that. I don't know what got into me then. I truly am sorry," he apologized.

I rolled my eyes and nodded in understanding. "Fine, I get it now. But you shouldn't do that when you have a girlfriend," I said.

"Actually, I don't have a girlfriend," he confessed with a smile.

My eyes widened in surprise. "What? Really? You're handsome and smart. What more could a girl ask for?" I asked, slightly chuckling.

"I know, right?" he said, leaning in a little closer. "But there are some things a girl could ask for that I might not know about..."

I shuffled back on the bench, finding myself almost teetering off the edge. Before I knew it, he wrapped an arm around my waist and pulled me closer.

"Oh, thank goodness," I sighed with relief.

"Are you alright?" he asked with concern.

"Yes, I'm fine," I said, my voice trailing off as I noticed how close we were. "Hey, um... what exactly are you doing? I think you should let go of me now."

"Oh, sorry," he said, pulling away with a blush. "I didn't mean to crowd you like that. I'm sorry."

"It's okay, but you shouldn't be kissing ladies so casually," I said, smoothing my dress. "They might get the wrong idea," I said, brushing off my dress.

"I never kiss ladies casually. It's either because I'm in love with her or she's my woman," he explained, and I hiccupped.

"Are you alright?" he asked, handing me a napkin.

"Thanks," I whispered, using it to wipe my mouth. "Anyway, you mentioned wanting to tell me your secret. Are you not going to talk about it anymore? You've made me curious for no reason."

He smiled and nodded. "You'll be shocked and surprised when you hear it, though."

I scoffed, shaking my head. "At this point, I don't think anything can surprise or shock me. But go ahead, tell me. What is it?"

He began, "So, I actually hold a high rank in the pack I come from."

I hummed and nodded, listening intently. He swallowed hard and unclenched his fists on his thighs.

"I'm actually the Alpha's brother," he whispered, and my eyes widened.

"What!" I exclaimed.

"Sshh!" he hushed, placing a finger against my lips. I nervously swallowed, and he removed

his hand.

"You're joking, right?" I whispered, leaning closer to him.

"I'm not," he replied, his face sincere and honest.

I sighed deeply and looked down. "But what are you doing here? Were you banished? And when you mentioned your brother being injured and sick, was it him you were talking about?" I asked.

"Yes," he answered in a whisper. "I wasn't banished, though. I left the pack because I didn't want to stay there anymore. I wanted to be free from politics and hierarchy. So, I left to explore, and that's when I came across this pack, Moongroove... I loved it here and decided to stay. I wanted to live a simple life, and that's exactly what I'm doing," he chuckled.

"Wow," I smiled. "So, what's the name of your pack?"

"Why? Do you want to come visit? Just so you know, I won't be going back there. I don't want to be dragged into any politics or drama. It's not my thing. I don't like the high ranks or the government. But if you're curious, the pack's name is Gretel Pack."

"Alright," I nodded. "How is your brother now? And your sister?"

"They're both in Gretel Pack, still recovering and receiving treatment. My sister is doing well, but my brother..." He paused and sighed. "I'm sure he'll be fine."

"Of course, your brother will be alright," I reassured him with a smile, and he nodded.

"Hmm...so, is that all? Is there anything else you want to tell me?" I asked, noticing a hint of hesitation on his face.

"Uh...no," he muttered.

"Hmm..." I squinted my eyes. "Are you sure about that? Your face says otherwise." Material © NôvelDrama.Org.

Damien exhaled and clasped my hands in his. "I have something to confess to you," he said.

I tilted my head and looked at him questioningly. "What is it?" I asked.

He looked around the room, his expression tense, before looking back at me. "It's about Queen Laura and Isabella," he said, his voice low.

"Huh? Really?" I was surprised by the mention of their names. "What's going on?" I pressed, trying to hide my nervousness.

"I'm…"

"Damien?" a voice called, cutting him off, and we turned to see a guard standing at the door. I quickly pulled my hands away from his.

"Are you Damien?" the guard asked.

"Yes," he replied, his voice slightly shaky.

"Queen Laura has asked to see you in her chambers," the guard informed him before walking away.

"I suppose I should go," he said softly.

"Yes, you should. We can talk later," I forced a smile, and he nodded before exiting the room.

Once he was gone, I exhaled a deep breath and pressed my hand to my chest, trying to calm the pounding of my heart.

"Calm down, heart," I whispered. "Don't tell me you're beating this fast because of that guy?"