Chapter 152 I’m happy
Wyatt ran his hands through his hair and bent in front of me. He grabbed my hand and cupped my cheek with his other hand. "Filippa, you're losing reality." He uttered seriously.
My eyes widened slightly, and I subconsciously gripped my dress. Despite that I tried to hide it from Wyatt; he knew that my blacked-out state seemed to be increasing with every second that ticked.
Wyatt pried the dress away from my hand and held my hand with his big hands. "The seer informed me that you were like that because you're not mated to that jerk. Moreover, his wolf is also getting weaker." Wyatt clarified seriously
Oswald's eyes made contact with mine, and he eagerly nodded his head like a chicken pecking rice as if to agree with Wyatt's words.
I took a glance at my two mates and squeezed my finger, my racing heartbeat decreasing toward normal. "You're not kidding me?" I inquired, my astonishment and puzzlement reflecting in my voice.
Wyatt shook his head, stroked my hands, and placed a kiss on my hands. "Not at all, babe. It's that jerk's fault." As soon as Wyatt completed his words, he stared daggers at Oswald as if blaming him for messing up.
Oswald grinned and shrugged nonchalantly, vividly unfazed by Wyatt's glare. "We can get married now." Oswald whistled loudly and threw a fist in the air to show his excitement. "I finally got my mate; my lady." He hollered
My lips parted, and my mind began to race chaotically, trying to deduce all that had just happened.
A few weeks ago, Oswald threatened me, which resulted in me sleeping with him for almost three weeks. I thought my life would end by the time I woke up, but now Wyatt seems to be saying something else.
It turns out that Wyatt informed Oswald to find means to win my heart, but the person ended up using threats in order to make me fall for his plans.
The more I thought of all that ensued, the more it felt like something straight out of drama. No.
Even dramas don't have something as dramatic and earth-shattering as this, do they?
I eyed the duo's expression to find traces of lies on their faces and to confirm that I wasn't dreaming. It can't be that this is all part of a scheme, can it?
My back unconsciously straightened, and I held Wyatt's hands anxiously, "Wyatt..."
Wyatt shook his head and stared at me with vivid love written in his eyes as if to tell me that it wasn't as I thought. He proclaimed it seriously. "I love you, bunny."
I took a glance at Wyatt and felt my mind turn into a puddle. In that instant, I realized that all I was thinking was nonsense. Surely Wyatt doesn't need to play tricks with me, especially such a type of trick, but...
Is Wyatt not angry that he has to share me with someone else? That we have to extend. It's fine if he's not willing. After all, Wyatt is super possessive; is it really okay with sharing me?
I raised my head and stared into his eyes seriously. "You're not angry?" I questioned.
Wyatt's lips curved up, and he shook his head as if to assure me that it was fine. "I have you and our family." He declared solemnly and placed a kiss on my lips.
Wyatt's eyes fell on Zeirk, who was carefully placed on his little bed next to the sofa. "Zeirk missed you a lot." He stated, his eyes landing on mine.
I wrapped my hands around Wyatt's neck and burrowed into his embrace. Tears pooled in my eyes, and I sniffed upon realizing what this man was doing because of me.
It's right if Wyatt chose to close his eyes and act oblivious to all that was ensuing, yet he had made such a huge sacrifice just to make me happy. This man is certainly the best thing that has ever happened in my life.
I blink my eyes to send the tears back. I sniffed, "I also missed Zierk a lot. I missed hubby too. I thought hubby didn't know. I was so petrified." I confessed pitifully.
Wyatt slowly patted my back and stroked my cheeks as if to comfort me. "I knew the instant you bonded." He conveyed.
In that minute, it clicked. How can I be stupid? Of course, Wyatt will know. At the thought, I relaxed in his embrace.
Oswald grinned and bellowed at the top of the voice, "We can hold the wedding now."
Can this person stop mentioning weddings while I'm trying to let things sink in? I glared at Oswald in fury. Such a jerk. He's only good at bullying me every time.
Oswald is really a scum. Regardless of everything, things ended up according to what he wanted...
Before I could complete my thoughts, Oswald picked me up in a bridal style. "I'll bring you upstairs and take care of you." He conveyed calmly.
Oswald plastered a kiss on my lips and began to strode toward the stairs at a long and fast pace.
My eyes fell on Wyatt again, finding everything surreal. I raised my neck and nervously asked through the mate bond. 'Wyatt, you're not worried?'
Wyatt shook his head and strode toward Zierk. He carefully picked Zierk up and began to comfort him. "As long as you're fine, Filippa." He spoke.
I rubbed my eyes and leaned back into Oswald's embrace. "Am I dreaming?" I whispered, finding everything too good to be true. I never expected that I'd end up with my two mates.
Wyatt strode toward us and poked my cheeks; he leaned forward and smirked at me. "Do you think I won't feel you and that person through the mate bond?"
Even though Wyatt didn't say more, his meaningful expression that spoke out about how he can't be forced made me understand things.
That's right. Wyatt is very powerful, even more than I can assume. Who can force Wyatt?
Immediately, it dawned on me. Of course, the minute Oswald and I start making love, Wyatt will feel it.
I almost wanted to smack my head for failing to think like this. However, the petrification and nervousness that overwhelmed me made me fail to think about things carefully. "Uh. That's right." I mouthed with a nod.
Oswald strode into the bedroom and made his way into the bathroom. He carefully prepared the bathtub and then placed me in it.
I raised my head and arched my brows. Even though I didn't say a word, it was clear that I was asking for his clarification.
Oswald bowed his head pitifully and grabbed my hands in his big ones. He ran his hands through his hair and exhaled, "Filippa, I'm happy." He confessed, stared into my eyes, whispered in a low voice, and bowed his head in apology.
“I'm sorry. I just don't know how to explain to you to make you accept us. You won't give me a chance. Although I wanted to chase you sincerely, I'm afraid that you'll ignore me and decline again. I could only come up with that idea with the thought that I'll properly apologize after it's all over." He explained, his mismatched eyes clear and sincere.
Upon hearing Oswald's explanation, everything dawned on me.
Had Oswald come to me and told me he wanted to chase me, I'd certainly ignore him and order him not to approach him anymore while thinking that he was definitely crazy.
In fact, the best way to get me easily was through such a method.
Nevertheless, it doesn't deny that he's a jerk. He should have told me three weeks ago when it was over or in the morning when I wanted to leave.
I glared at him and puffed out my cheeks in fury.
“Cute.” Oswald chuckled and poked my cheeks with his index finger. I raised my hands and smacked his hands away in indignation before Harrumphing coldly.
Oswald wrapped his hands around me and continued, "I knew I'd be getting into a rut soon, but I didn't expect my rut to happen so fast. It's likely due to our first mating. I wanted to tell you in the morning, but you won't let me speak and chose to run home instead." He simply explained
Getting into a rut? Upon hearing Oswald's explanation, it clicked. No wonder Wyatt also went into a rut after I got into heat. So it's not Oswald's fault how everything spurned, is it?