Chapter 22: Chapter 22

Beta Wyatt's brows arched in blaséness. “You know what?” He threw back casually in an unbothered voice, which made me look at him.

I was so stunned that I couldn't give him a response. I was already overwhelmed with the fear that Beta Wyatt knew my real identity, but it turned out that he knew nothing. Was it all about addressing me alone? “Huh?” That was the only word the speechless me could let out, and he flicked my head slightly, which made me pucker my lips in grievance.

“Silly, it isn't about the title; it is the question.” He elaborated this time, which made me knit my brows. What question was he talking about?

I looked up at him and asked with cluelessness, “What question?” I tilted my head and asked.

Immediately I did so, I recalled his question, 'What makes Princess think she can do so?' I sighed in relief upon realizing that I was the one thinking too much and Beta Wyatt's 'princess' address was just casual.

My mouth curled slightly in amusement. Did he think I wasn't capable of fighting?

Spontaneously, I reached out my hand to him to make a sneak attack, but before my hand could touch him, he reached out and grabbed my hand with his thumbs and index finger easily.

“With such silly skills, it indicates that you lack basic fighting skills. Hurry. You're resuming school.” He conveyed with his lips curled in mockery, which made me pout my lips. So unfair! I can't even sneak an attack on him.

Wyatt threw my hands down, albeit gently, and gave me a gaze that said I should leave for my room immediately.

I nodded and began to make my way toward the cleaning room with the towel and mop in my hands.

Upon remembering something important, I stopped in my tracks and turned to him. “But… will Alpha Oswald accept this?” I inquired while looking at him intently.

“He will,” Wyatt replied in his casual, cold voice, which made me sigh with relief. “And drop that.” He ordered while pointing at the mop and towel in my head.

I bit my lower lips with hesitation and said, “Uhm. I just wanted to clear…” Before I could complete my words, he gave me a sharp glare, which made me smack my lips together.

I took steps backward and diligently dropped the towel and mop under his harsh gaze. I stood up intending to ask him to reconsider, but his stern glare allowed me no room to tell him to.

I nodded to him and fled to my room, wondering if he was the one who would clean it up or if the mysterious cleaner would be the one to clean it up.

The premonition of going back to take a look surfaced in my mind, but upon remembering his stern gaze, I shook my head, unwilling to incur his wrath.

I sighed with joy. I fell onto the queen-sized bed and grinned foolishly due to excitement. “So I'm attending school?” I questioned no one in particular. After all, I'm in the privacy of my room.

'Right? It feels so surreal!' Maia whispered in a voice filled with disbelief. I could hear her overwhelming adoration for Beta Wyatt in her voice. I mean, who wouldn't adore such a man? He's so perfect, including his figure.

The memory of my hand on his hard and rocking skin brought a shade of red to my face, and it made my face hotter than I'd ever remembered.

I can't remember being the type to smile, blush, or show my feelings, but I think I've done so much more than I could remember in these few days spent with Wyatt.

I squealed and did a small dance in excitement. “I didn't raise this, but he did. How can he be so lovely? He's so perfect. I think I'm falling in love with Wyatt.” I muttered, threw my legs on the bed with excitement, and sat up.

“Isn't that too soon?” Wyatt's amused voice sounded at the door.

I froze upon hearing his voice. When did he arrive at the door? How much of my speech did he listen to? Was he here from the beginning? Goddess, I've never been caught up in such an embarrassing scene. This is so humiliating! Why did I say this out loud? Why?

I wanted to cry due to the embarrassment I was feeling, but my eyes wouldn't even cooperate with me.

I sighed and facepalmed myself due to distress.

'He's still at the door.' Maia reminded me with a whisper and crept into the back of my mind as if to hide herself from him. That wolf.

Facepalming myself, I downcastly trotted toward the door. What will he think of me now? Ugh. I'm in between Oswald and Wyatt. It's as if I'm in between my mate and my crush. Ugh! So confusing and embarrassing!

Still facepalming myself, I opened the door and refused to look at him lest he tease me or laugh at me. “Beta Wyatt, what are you doing here?” I mouthed in a whisper, still shutting my eyes and refusing to look at him.

Beta Wyatt chuckled slowly in amusement, which made my face grow hotter. I just wanted to be swallowed by the earth.

Ugh.

It was at that moment that something soft was thrown on my head.

Due to the soft texture, I could tell that it was a piece of clothing. Did he buy me clothes?

My eyes flew wide open immediately, and I removed the clothes from my head; it turned out that it was a white kimono and a black belt.

I stared at him with curiosity. “What's this?” I inquired while touching the Sparring kimono. It was soft and light, and I had the feeling that it was an expensive material.

“Sparring wears. You wear this during sports, sparring, etc.” He explained it to me, and I nodded in understanding.

I carefully held the white and black kimono in my hand. I was sweetened by all this, Wyatt's act. Perhaps this is what falling in love is like. I smiled happily and looked up at him. “Thank you, I…”

“Do you have the capability to go against my mate?” Wyatt interrupted before I could complete my words while leaning on the door and staring at me with amusement.

“Your mate?” I eyed him with disbelief and stared at that smooth neck, which had no trace of a mate bite, saying, “You have a mate?” I squinted at him in disbelief.

“What do you think?” He retorted casually, and I shook my head immediately.

“No,” I replied straightforwardly, and he chuckled loudly. My eyes fell on his reverberating chest, which he had yet to cover up, and my face grew hot immediately.

“So you want to be my mate that badly, Maia?” He whispered and drew close to me with a smirk on his face.

My heart sped up as we stared into each other's eyes. I fell into an unsure hesitation, not knowing whether he was teasing me or not. Did he really want my honesty?

“You seemed as if you wanted me. It's written in your eyes. What do you want?” He asked again, his voice low and husky, seeming to seduce the answer out of my lips.

Suddenly, I wanted his hands to wrap around my waist, and I wanted to hear him whisper the question into my ear while I responded with a yes to him.

I stared at him with eagerness, and he seemed to understand what I meant because his hand wrapped around my waist immediately, and he brought me closer to him.

I smiled in bliss, and my hand made its way to his chest to touch it. Now I feel like a pervert who's after his chest; shouldn't it be the other way around? Suddenly, I had the thought to trail down his chest to his rocking eight-packs. I withdrew my right hand from his warm chest, but before I could have my fantasy fulfilled…

“What are you doing?” A familiar, cold, but angry voice suddenly asked, which sent a shiver down my spine.

The agarwood scent of Alpha Oswald wrapped around me tightly, almost suffocating me. I craned my neck to see him, and my heart skipped a beat when his mismatched eyes glared at me.