Chapter twelve


    Oregon


    My eyes blinked when I heard the rumbling sound. It was so obvious that it came from her stomach.


    "What was that?" I asked, my brow furrowed in confusion.


    She blushed and said, "Huh?" in a quiet whisper.


    "Are you hungry?" I asked, a smile tugging at the corner of my mouth.


    After a few seconds, she muttered a quiet "No."


    "Okay then," I said, closing my eyes and preparing to sleep. Another rumbling sound came, even


    louder than the first one.


    "Yes!" Vivian said suddenly, jumping to her feet. "I''m starving. I haven''t eaten all day."


    I scoffed, sitting up and standing to my feet.


    "Come with me," I said, leading her to one of the adjoining doors. She followed, her footsteps


    echoing in the hallway.


    When we entered the room, she gasped. The dining room was huge and opulent, with a massive


    chandelier suspended from the ceiling. The floor tiles glittered in the light, and every surface was


    immacte. She looked around, taking in thevish surroundings.


    "Wow," she whispered, her eyes roving around the room.


    I ignored her, walking over to the massive dining table in the center of the room. A crystal chandelier


    hung above it, glittering in the light. Several chairs surrounded the table, but it was otherwise empty


    - no tes, no cutlery, no food.


    "Sit down. I''ll call the chef so that he can prepare something for us to eat," I said, heading over to


    the telephone at the side of the room.


    Vivian''s face flushed red and sheughed, her eyes sparkling. "Are you going to eat with me?" she


    asked, a smile tugging at her lips.


    I looked at her in surprise. "Excuse me?" I asked.


    "You said you wanted us both to eat. That means you''re joining me too, right?" She asked, a


    delighted gleam in her eyes.


    I looked at her, incredulous. "What?" I asked, shaking my head.


    She smiled sheepishly, her eyes sparkling. "It''s just a rare privilege to eat with someone like you. I


    never thought we''d meet, but here we are. Not only are we eating together, but we also slept on the


    same bed." She giggled, still hiding her face behind her hands.


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    "I was just hungry, that''s all. Besides, I didn''t eat anything for dinner. I was just trying to sleep and


    not eat anything, but you''ve made me waste my time. Now I feel even hungrier," I said, picking up


    the phone and dialing the chef. After pressing a few buttons, I finally connected with him and told


    him to prepare a meal for two.


    I picked up the phone and hung it up, then walked over to the chair and sat down. Vivian was on the


    far end of the room, looking around and taking in every detail. It seemed she couldn''t get enough of


    the room''s luxurious and grandeur feel.


    After about twenty to thirty minutes, we heard a knock on the door. A few momentster, the chef


    entered, pulling a cartden with a stainless steel tray. On it were several covered tes of food.


    A group of assistant chefs came in behind the head chef, carrying traysden with wine bottles,


    empty wine sses, and bowls of sd. They approached us in silence and carefully set the items


    down on the table. Then, they lifted the stainless covers off the dishes, revealing the mouth-


    watering food underneath.


    I couldn''t help but be impressed by the appearance of the food, just as I always did. Vivian let out a


    gleeful giggle, pping her hands together. I rolled my eyes, wondering why she was being so


    excitable. The assistant chefs left the room, leaving the head chef to pour the wine into the sses.


    "King Oregon, when you said you wanted food for two, I assumed you meant you and your mother


    were the ones eating," the chef said, looking puzzled. "I didn''t know it was a stranger."


    Vivian''s eyes shed with fury. "I''m stranger!" she snapped, her voice cracking.


    "Pardon?" The chef replied, his eyes widening.


    "I''m not a stranger!" Vivian insisted, her voice rising in pitch. She jabbed a finger at the chef, who


    stood frozen, his eyes wide with shock.


    I struggled to contain my amusement, my hand covering my mouth, hiding the smile that threatened


    to break out. I observed the drama ying out before me, like I was watching a movie.


    The chef looked back at Vivian, his expression hardening.


    "Then, who are you?" he asked, suspicion in his eyes.


    "I''m the Lycan King''s breeder," she replied, her voice cold and steady.


    The chef burst intoughter, his eyes full of disbelief. "What a joke," he scoffed.


    "King Oregon?" He sked, turning to face me.


    "Is it true? Is what she said true?" he asked.


    I nced at Vivian, who gave me a pleading look, hoping I wouldn''t deny her.


    I sighed, then turned back to the chef. "No," I replied, and he smiled in relief.


    "Did you hear that?" he asked Vivian with a devious grin.


    "Then, I will leave you alone," he said, heading for the door. I looked at Vivian, who was now looking


    dejected and pale. She had lost her appetite, and her gaze was fixed on the table.


    He came running back, bowing deeply. "King Oregon?" he asked, his head still bowed.


    "What is it now, Chef Matthew?" I said, my impatience clear in my voice.


    "Pardon me, but I have one more question," he said, ncing up at me.


    "Go on," I said, intecing my fingers in front of me.


    "Who is the woman?" he asked, pointing at Vivian. She looked up slowly, meeting my gaze. I could


    tell she was nervous; her heart was pounding in her chest.