Chapter 90: Chapter 90

Judging how Wyatt had prepared the cottage with my skincare, clothes, etc., I knew Wyatt had been planning these days for a long time, despite the fact that little or none of my attention had been on him. Just how he had the assurance that I'd be his, and what would he do if I wasn't his got me curious.

Wyatt ran his hand through my spine teasingly, and I huffed at him as a reply. He smiled and continued massaging my back.

"Failure? Impossible. Why do you think Arya is close to you?" He calmly replied.

"Huh? Arya?" I tried to sit up, but he pressed his palm against my back, so I wouldn't be able to move an inch.

I stared at Wyatt from the corner of my eyes in surprise. "Didn't Oswald plant Arya next to me? How's Arya related to us?" My brows furrowed in confusion. Was Arya planted by Wyatt instead? I felt my confusion grow due to his statement.

"Arya is my sister." Wyatt declared meaningfully. "Naturally," Wyatt smirked wickedly.

My lips parted in a gasp, understanding what he meant. Although Arya had been planted by Oswald, since Wyatt is Arya's cousin, Arya is naturally more loyal to Wyatt than Oswald.

"Reasons she hid the heat suppressors." He divulged with a mischievous grin on his face.

"Heat." My brows furrowed in confusion. Hide the suppressors? Suddenly it clicked, and I sprang up, regardless, in shock. "Huh?" What does he mean that Arya hid the heat suppressors from me? Didn't she tell me...

Wyatt smirked and pushed me to lie on my stomach. "You haven't gone through your room. Suppressors and blockers are in two of the drawers." He explained cheerfully.

I could see that he was happy that I didn't check the details of the room, which had led to our current situation.

My lips parted in gasps. I. I didn't expect that my weakness would be used to scheme at me by the cousins.

Gosh! I gnashed my teeth together. Everything that I had never asked for had always been prepared by Wyatt.

How could the meticulous Wyatt be the type to skip the suppressors and blockers, which had always been important to omegas? How couldn't I think about it?

And Arya. Gosh!

"You both cheated me," I growled and bared my teeth at him. "You only look cold, but you're really scheming," I commented, and I poked his bare chest with feigned grievances.

However, I wasn't a bit dissatisfied because I knew that if it wasn't for Arya's trick, Wyatt and I would never have been together. Moreover, a month from now, I'll leave the power axis pack.

Gosh! How do I settle Rex? I feel so dead and caught up already.

"If you poke once more, I'll fuck you," Wyatt growled at me with a husky and deep tone that was filled with desire and seriousness.

This lustful man! I shivered and puffed my cheeks out. I quietly retracted my hand and placed it next to me.

Although I've taken a bath and I'm currently being massaged by him, my whole body still feels so soft! I can't bear being tossed by him for now.

"Then why didn't you tell me you were my mate? I mean, you don't have to resort to this…" All he needed was to tell me, and I'd have believed him.

"Getting to know YOU as YOU is different from getting to know YOU as MY MATE. Moreover, I've once asked you…"

"Yes." I patted the bed in agreement. I remembered that night when my lips met Wyatt for the first time; he had asked me if I felt it. I never understood the question, but now I finally do.

"That night in the garden. So it was for that reason. It had always been clear. Gosh, how didn't I know? No wonder when I said I loved Wyatt, you didn't find it hilarious and surprising." I conveyed. Wyatt chuckled and ruffled my hair silently in agreement.

I fell silent in bliss while Wyatt meticulously massaged my whole body.

Wyatt bathes me, feeds me, dresses me, cares for me, etc., unlike many men out there. It's right to say that I have the best man in the world as my mate.

So what if I was schemed at by Wyatt and Arya? I love him.

Wyatt wiped the massage oil from his hand as soon as he was done before picking up my skincare to use it on me.

I tilted my neck. 'Creaming me also?' I mind-link him.

"I've also eaten you. Not a big deal." He whispered and blew hot air into my ear mischievously.

My face and ears turned hot immediately. I covered my face with my palm.

Gosh, this man. How do I think he's gentle and cold to the bone? I've been tricked! Under his cold facade is a shameless and schemingly lustful man.

I sat up as soon as Wyatt picked up the cream while swinging my legs happily. "Let's have a deal. Find me something decent to wear. A long sleeve is okay. I don't want a sweater or coat. I won't wear it." I firmly said and closed my eyes.

"Alright." Wyatt quickly agreed, and I heard his footsteps get distant.

My heart was invaded with sweetness and warmth. Such an awesome man like Wyatt belongs to me alone. No matter how I saw it, Henry pushing me to my death was a blessing.

I squinted and stared at Wyatt's actions with half-lidded eyes.

In the next minute, he strode toward me while holding a white off-shoulder long-sleeved top that'd undoubtedly show off the purple hickeys and mating bite on my neck.

He picked up the sweater in one hand and the off-shoulder in the other hand before raising the two so I could pick my choice.

My lips parted in disbelief. "You're devilish." I scowled at him due to his choice of dressing.

If I wear the sweater and coat, then I'm all buttoned up, but if I wear the off-shoulder, then I'm revealing the traces of what I've done during my absence to everyone. Either people don't see my skin at all or they see me fully claimed by Wyatt. So scheming

"For you, baby." Wyatt mouthed and raised the outfit again.

I huffed and reluctantly pointed at the off-shoulder top. The city is hot; how can I bear to wear a sweater and jacket? Certainly, there are different long-sleeved outfits to choose from; why does he have to select those two?

Wyatt beamed immediately and carefully placed the off-shoulder top on the bed. He swaggered toward the closet to return the coat and sweater.

My lips parted. At that moment, I discovered that I'd been tricked by him.

Wyatt never wanted me to wear the sweater in the first place; the long-sleeve shirt had always been the choice. He knew I'd refuse to wear the sweater, which was a win for him.

I pouted in grievance. "Wyatt, do you have to be like this?" This man is really scheming. I'm afraid that I won't know when I'm eaten to the bone by him.

"It's hubby." Wyatt reminded me, and I huffed at him.

After personally dressing me up, I had to beg Wyatt repeatedly not to pack my hair into a bun.

My collarbone had already been revealed by the top; if I let down my hair, some part of my neck and collarbone could still be hidden by it.

Wyatt lowered his head and clutched my hands with grievances. "Did you have another man outside? Why don't you want anyone to see your mark? Why? Baby. Babe. Baby." Wyatt 'cried out' while sneaking a look at me with pitiful, teary black eyes.

My lips parted in amazement. Did this man's scheming tricks have any end? I gnashed my teeth together.

Although I knew Wyatt was feigning his sad expression, his continuous call of baby coupled with his sneaky sad look softened my stance.

I huffed and squinted my eyes. "Fine, but just this one time," I mumbled in a low tone.

Wyatt flashed me a delighted smile, and I felt my heart skip a beat. He's just so handsome and lovely.

However, I soon discovered that he didn't know how to pack my hair up.

Wyatt lowered his hand and dropped the comb dejectedly.

Immediately, his eyes were pinned to my hand, as if he were afraid that I wouldn't want to pack my hair up.

I chuckled while resisting the urge to pinch his cheeks. I picked up the hairband and comb, causing his eyes to light up.

I've always thought that this perfect man knew how to do every sort of thing, but I realize that he didn't; he's just a werewolf like me. And that made him amazing.

I combed my hair up into a bun while his eyes were fixed on my actions intently. "Fine now, hubby?" I asked him as soon as I was done.

Wyatt nodded his head and planted a light kiss on my lips. "I'll learn." He declared firmly, and I felt my heart sweeten. For me, he wanted to learn how to fix my hair. Everything he is doing is just for my happiness.

Being with Wyatt is the best thing that ever happened to me. So what if it's a scheme by him? It's a scheme I want to fall into again and again.

I watched Wyatt go over to the closet to pick up a tailor-made black suit. I leaned back on the bed, crossed my legs, and watched him get prepared.

I eyed him from head to toe while donning a roguish look. "Mr. Wyatt Hayes, you're so hot. Do you have a partner yet? Well, I don't mind; all I just wanted was to have you for the night." I flirted in a tiny and cute voice.

Somehow, it felt as if Wyatt and I had been together for a long time, so things didn't feel awkward—a bit—between us.

Wyatt turned to me after getting prepared. "So bad the princess is staying in a hostel. Besides..." he paused and pointed at himself. "This person is mated."

I feigned a cold and dissatisfied expression. "Beta Wyatt, how dare you say no to this princess?" I growled at him.

Wyatt's lips curved slightly, but in the next second, his pressure wrapped around me dominantly.

I whimpered in submission immediately.

"It's what?" He growled

"Hubby." I pouted at him, and he retracted his pressure.

I tilted my head upon recalling a question that I've always wanted to ask him. Thinking about it, aren't there many things to ask him? "Hubby, aren't you always a beta?" I inquired

Wyatt strode toward me and picked me up in a bridal style. "No. A Lycan Alpha." His head lowered to my scent gland to mark me with his scent. "Go on." He also gave me the go-ahead to mark him with my scent.

I happily touched the mating bite I gave him during his rut before lowering my head to mark him with my scent.

Upon hearing his reply, I raised my neck and stared at him with surprise. I knew it!

Arya also had Lycan blood in her. I saw it after that weird energy invaded my system. However, I wasn't able to see Wyatt and Asher's that day. "I thought you'd always been..."

"No. Asher, Oswald, and I are Lycan Alphas. Asher and I used a special pill to disguise." He explained, and I nodded in understanding.

My lips parted in shock. But isn't Lycan said to be extinct? How come there are four lycans in the power axis pack? I guess these aren't the questions to ask now.

"Oh. You both are the pack's secret weapon." I whispered and hooked my arms around his neck.

Wyatt scanned his fingerprint and inputted a code that opened the pathway that would lead us out of the cottage. "En. We are…" Wyatt was yet to complete his words when he paused.

My expression changed, understanding the reason behind Wyatt's actions.

However, Wyatt calmly brought me down and carefully placed me on my feet.

"Wyatt, you bastard!" Oswald growled and punched Wyatt in the face immediately. His eyes were bloodshot, and there were bags on his face as if he hadn't slept in weeks.

(Who expected Oswald?)