Chapter 37: Chapter 37

"Let her go." A deep, familiar voice interrupted. My eyes flew wide open, and I stared straight at Wyatt, who was currently staring coldly at Rex. When did he approach us without me hearing a thing?

"Wyatt," I called, short of words. Didn't Arya faint? How did he know I was missing? How did he find Rex and me so quickly?

I felt Rex's body tighten and his hand clench into a fist. I grabbed Rex's hand and stroked it gently until it unclenched before shaking my head to stop him.

I don't know what Rex is currently thinking, but I think that he thinks that my current situation is likely related to Wyatt and the Power Axis Pack.

"No Rex. Don't fight him, please." I blinked at Rex while donning a pitiful expression.

Rex sighed, unclenched his fist, and ruffled his hair, which made me flash him a thankful smile.

"What are you two doing together?" Oswald glared at Rex, his mismatched eyes filled with killing intent. I facepalmed myself. What is with me and domineering men?

I rolled my eyes at Oswald's possessiveness but stopped when he glared at me.

Wyatt stared at Rex and me with a knowing frown. "Did you know each other?"

I nodded and held Rex's hand, which was caressing my cheeks. "Yes. Don't hurt him, please." I replied straightforwardly.

My eyes were fixed on Wyatt's hand, which held his knife tightly. I sighed in relief when I saw his tight hold relax.

Oswald frowned and glared at Rex. "You know he's our enemy." He muttered, and I shrugged in reply. He frowned at my lackadaisical act. "Are you a spy?"

I stuck out my tongue at him. "Yes. What can you do? I'm a spy." I replied playfully, and he snorted at me, but it was obvious that he was relieved because his expression appeared relaxed, except that he was still glaring at Rex.

Rex lowered his head and stared at me seriously. His hold tightened. "Will you leave with me?" He asked with seriousness, his voice loud for everyone's hearing.

A trace of warmth invaded my heart, making me feel touched. Although Rex knew his actions might make him face backlash, he still wanted to…

"Rex," I called while staring at him with teary eyes.

Even though I'd like to leave with Rex, I'm still rational. I knew this was not the right time to do so. There are many things I need to find out and solve myself.

I parted my lips to give Rex a reply, but before I could, Wyatt grabbed a hold of my hand tight, making me wince, but his glaring eyes revealed that he was too far in anger to notice his actions of hurting me.

Wyatt glared at Rex coldly, his black eyes filled with anger and killing intent. "She's going nowhere. Maia belongs here. Leave before our werewolf tribe attacks you." Wyatt muttered in a domineering tone.

My eyes lit up at his coolness and handsomeness, but upon remembering the current situation, I quickly shook my head to regain my attention.

"Wyatt," I called out, and I began to stroke his hand gently. Slowly, his tight hold began to unclench, and his body also began to relax. Was he afraid that I'd choose to leave here?

"Leave already." Although Wyatt's body appeared relaxed, that didn't work with his face. His glinting eyes revealed his hatred for Rex.

I pursed my lips and eyed Oswald, whose eyes were focused on mine, and Wyatt, who was also doing the same.

Why does it seem that Wyatt is more possessive and domineering than Oswald at this instant?

Upon recalling something, I shake my head quickly. Oswald is known to have a Luna, and acting close to me will make things seem weird, which must be the reason Wyatt is the one acting.

Rex calmly met Wyatt's stare; they both looked unyielding, and that made me massage my forehead in distress.

But why do they all look cool now? I shook my head quickly.

Stop. I can't be distracted now.

"Can I talk to Rex privately?" I stared at Wyatt with a pleading look and tone, but Wyatt's hold tightened as a reply, obviously not wanting to let me go.

I sighed and bit my lower lips while staring at Wyatt's unyielding look. "Please." I coaxed softly.

Numerous undecipherable emotions flickered past Wyatt's face, but in the next second, his hand fell beside him, and he took a step back. "Go." He pronounced hoarsely.

I smiled at him in appreciation and turned to Rex. Rex needed no further command, and he took me away from the two piercing stares, deep into the forest.

"Rex."

Rex's hand fell on my head, and he fondled my hair endearingly. "I'll see you later." He conveyed, and I nodded, trusting him to do so.

"Hm." I parted my lips to say something, but before I could, he interrupted…

"I won't cause trouble, and it'll be our secret next time, okay?" He promised, and I broke into a smile. Even though it's been years, we still understand each other perfectly.

"Yes, it'll be..."

"It's okay; you can leave now," Wyatt growled with fierceness, and that made me huff. I haven't even spent two minutes with Rex; why should he leave now?

Rex eyed Wyatt's figure in the distance with killing intent in his eyes. His fist clenched. "Is he what you werewolves called mate?" He asked, and I shook my head.

I was lost for words for a few minutes before replying, "He's my savior…"

Before I could complete my words, he interrupted. "Good. Your promise of being my wife when we get older..."

My eyes widened at his recollection, and my face became hot. He still remembered? I've long forgotten about it. "Rex!"

"I still recall, and I'm waiting for the day." Rex completed and smiled purely. I lowered my head, thinking that his smile was too enchanting and sincere.

"Dream on." Oswald's snort interrupted my reverie.

I stared at his figure in the darkness. He's even eavesdropping. From that area? How well does he hear, especially when Rex and I are both talking in whispers?

Rex seemed unbothered by Oswald's response. He suddenly frowned, as if recalling something. "They know you as Ma…"

"Shh." Knowing what he was about to say, I pressed my index finger to my lips and shook my head, and just like Rex, he was smart enough to know what I meant.

Since Oswald could hear us from that distance, I'm afraid that he might piece together what Rex is about to say next.

Rex smiled at me and rubbed my head endearingly, which made us bear the brunt of two piercing stares. I knew those two in the distance must be fighting hard not to tear Rex into pieces.

Rex appeared unbothered by them; instead, he leaned forward and placed a kiss on my forehead.

"Rex!" I cried out. If it weren't for the dim light, according to how hot my face is currently, I knew I'd be furiously blushing, but what does it matter? The three will see

Without warning, Oswald appeared in front of us and pulled me into his embrace with a face that screamed jealousy. I was filled with shock at that instant. This alpha isn't afraid of causing trouble for himself?

Besides, what's with that abnormal speed just now? Within a blink of an eye, Oswald had appeared before me without transforming. I bit my lower lip hard, knowing there was too much to do now.

Rex eyed Oswald and Wyatt sharply. "If Maia had any slight wound, even if it was just related to her hair, the vampire tribe wouldn't hesitate to attack your werewolf tribe," Rex warned in a domineering voice, his red eyes glowing menacingly in the dark. His back was tall, straight, and unyielding.

I couldn't help giving a thumbs up to Rex. "Bro, you look so cool."

Oswald covered my eyes and turned my back to Rex as usual. Jealous intent filled his voice. "Don't look at him."

I smiled and unconsciously... I mean, Maia burrows deeper into her mate's embrace, enjoying the tingles that course through where our skin has contact.

'Don't push the blame on me, you stinky Fillipa.' Maia protested sourly, which made me scoff at her. Stinky wolf.

"What's happening between you three?" Rex's bewildered voice suddenly asked, which grabbed my attention.

"It's none of your business. Leave already." Oswald scowled and began to unfold his alpha pressure. I grabbed his hand, and that caused his attention to fall on me.

"Don't hurt Rex." I pleaded, and Oswald flicked my forehead hard in reply.

"Ouch." I cried out. I was about to glare at him when I noticed that his pressure had disappeared. I gave him feigned sticky eyes. "Thank you…"

"To think I'm well-prepared." Asher leisurely spoke while making his way toward us.

I eyed him in disbelief. Is he kidding? What did he mean by well prepared with him dressed in pajamas? Especially after the party is over?