Female Novel
Chapter thirty eight
Isabella
My eyes darted to the bed when I heard a soft groan. "Are you awake?" I smiled at Oregon, whoseeyes were slowly opening.
"What happened?" He asked, groaning again.novelbin
"You suddenly fell unconscious. I think this vodka wasn't a joke," I said, raising the now empty bottleto his face.
"Shit! Can't believe I drank all that in one day," He complained as he sat upright.
"Are you alright though?" I asked, but he just stared at me, like he was waiting for something else tocome out of my mouth.
"What is it? Is something on my face?" I asked, forcing a laugh as I touched my greasy face.
"Was it you?" He asked.
"Huh?" I mumbled.
"Were you the figure that walked in?" He asked, and I quietly nodded.
"You should leave now, Isabella. I'm fine," He said.
"That's not the right way to treat a good Samaritan," I smirked, shaking my head disappointedly.
"Good Samaritan? What is that supposed to mean?" I asked, glaring at him, at the same timecurious about what he meant.
"Aren't you aware that you are a bad drinker? Despite being so brave, you have a low tolerance foralcohol... surprising," I chuckled.
He just looked on, with a brow raised amusingly.
"Actually, you vomited. I was the one who wiped you clean and even tidied the room. Trust me, itwas a big mess," I explained.
"Dammit," He groaned, running his hand through his hair. "I'm sorry about that... and I alsoappreciate it, but you shouldn't have done that. You could have called a servant to take care ofeverything."
"Well, I thought about that but I felt that you might feel embarrassed. I didn't want anyone to see youin such a humiliating state. Your body was a mess and the room was... ugh! I would rather notspeak about it," I said, trying to keep my voice level as I felt irritated thinking about what hadhappened earlier.
Oregon rolled his eyes dramatically. "I guess you are right, but can you leave now? I want to bealone."
"Alright," I pouted, nodding my head.
I closed the door and it squeaked on its hinges. I turned to look back at Oregon, who was sitting onthe bed, watching me. Our eyes locked, and for a moment, it felt like time stood still. Then the door
closed and our gaze was broken.
I walked down the hallway, lost in my thoughts. I didn't realize when I walked past the elevator. Aftercoming back to my senses, I ran back and entered the elevator, which took me downstairs.
When I got to the room, I noticed Laura wasn't there, so I decided to watch TV. Immediately, sheopened the door and walked in.
"Oh, you're back?" She smiled.
"Yes," I nodded.
"Have you found the room you want?" She asked, as she took her seat next to me.
"Not yet," I replied, as I took my nervous eyes down to the floor.
"What? Not yet? Why is that? I thought you were out all day, looking for a room that you desired? Ordid you not see the room you like? Don't worry, you can tell me," Laura said, giving a friendly smile.
"Not at all. To be honest, I didn't even check any room out. I was actually with Oregon in his room," Isaid, softly.
"What? Oregon?" She asked, sounding surprised.
"Yes," I nodded.
Laura looked shocked, and her mouth fell open in disbelief. "Did he allow you into his room?" Sheasked.
"He was quite cold and hesitant at first," I answered in a whisper.
"Wow. This is good news though. I'm glad you two are getting close. I want you to keep doing thisso that you can get closer and make Vivian get out of the picture," She said, seethingly.
I sighed deeply when I remembered Vivian's condition - her pregnancy!
"It's going to be quite hard to get her out of the picture. Oregon seems fond of her," I whispered.
"Why do you say so? Look, Oregon used to hate her. I'm confused why he suddenly changed. Ithink she enchanted him," She said, whispering coldly.
"Indeed, she enchanted him. If not for that baby, he wouldn't have been this nice to her," Iwhispered to myself.
Laura's eyebrows ached. "What are you saying?" She asked, wondering why I was talking tomyself.
"It's nothing," I replied, chuckling nervously.
"Uh... Alright then. Now, tell me, what did you two talk about?" She asked, as she moved closer tome.
My eyes blinked, and I bit my bottom lip. "Are you aware of Vivian's condition?" I asked.
"Vivian's condition?" She asked back.
"You don't?" I questioned, my brows raised instantly in awe.
"Why would I need to know that? I don't care about her. In fact, you need to stop asking about thatwitch!" She fired.
"I'm sorry for igniting anger in you," I whispered remorsefully.
"No, it's alright. It's that witch's fault... Anyway, I don't care about her condition. I don't even knowmuch about that girl. All I want is for her to leave our lives and this pack!"
"I guess you don't know," I whispered.
"Don't know what?" She whispered back.
"They kept it away from you?" I scoffed, my heart boiling in anger.
"What the hell are you talking about, Isabella? Speak properly so that I can understand you," Shesnapped.
"It's nothing," I whispered, thinking it would be better if she didn't know anything about it now.
Laura sighed deeply and got up. She walked to the window and opened it, then stared out. Thecurtains started flying around as a result of the wind.
"I already provided a chance for you, and I want you to use it well," She whispered.
"Huh?... Sorry, I don't quite understand-"
"I have already planned something with the elders... Because of me, they requested a meeting withthe Lycan King," She said, cutting me short.
"Oh..." I whispered, taking my head down.
Laura sighed and faced me. "They plan on kicking Vivian out of this pack."
My eyes widened as they returned to look at her face.