Chapter 110 Afraid
I could not help but secretly exhale in relief; even though I acted as if I wasn't scared, the truth was that my heart was skipping very fast due to nervousness and petrification.
It was a wonder how Wyatt didn't hear my racing heartbeat.
But thinking about it again, I knew Wyatt would, but he brushed it off to strike fear in me so that I would quickly give up asking, but he never expected that I would fiercely stay in my stance.
Wyatt opened the door from his side and alighted the car. Still opening it, he made me do the same thing.
It was when I got out of the car that I realized that we were in the pack prison. My eyes constricted immediately, and ugly memories of the past began to invade my mind, making my mood fall.
I tilted my head in confusion. Weren't we supposed to go on a date? What are we doing here? It can't be that here's our date location, can it?
Suddenly, my eyes widened, and I bit my lower lip in distress. It can't be that Wyatt had a big, pitiful secret that's related to the prison, can it?
Wyatt's thumb gently reached out to pry away my assaulted lower lip. “Let's go in.” He calmly said and picked up my right hand before he began to lead me in.
I repeatedly stole looks at Wyatt to observe him, and soon I realized that he seemed nothing other than fine, unlike someone who wanted to reveal a secret, which baffles me.
Suddenly, it clicked, making me stunned.
What if the reason Wyatt brought me here was because he had already found my secret and had already prepared for my six feet deep?
My eyes widened slightly in horror at the thought. Doesn't that mean I'm currently walking towards my death, and I had to escape?
I attempted to shrug away Wyatt's hand and make an escape, but before I could do so...
Coincidentally, Wyatt's grip on my hand tightened.
I trembled. “What are you doing?”
Wyatt's lips curved in a wicked sneer, and before I knew it, he lifted me, threw me onto his shoulder, and began to stride into the prison in a long stride.
My heart was caught in my throat, and petrification overwhelmed me immediately.
I was right.
Wyatt was here for me. Did he know I lied to him about Oswald, or was it about my identity? Which one of them? My body trembled as I tried to ponder which of them
I really should have put Fay's advice to use. Wyatt is very powerful; how could he not recognize that I was lying?
He must have just played to my whims in my presence just to make me lose guard and be satisfied.
My eyes constricted, and the torture of the past at Red Flame Pack began to play in my head.
I shivered in fear and began to struggle frantically, trying to get released from his hold—knowing what was left and what was best for me was to escape.
I hit Wyatt's back with my palm and flail my legs about, my heart speeding in fear, but all to no avail. “Please, I'm sorry. Let me go.” I screamed while beating his back really hard.
Unfortunately, no matter how I flailed, kicked, and beat, Wyatt wouldn't budge or move an inch, making tears well in my eyes.
I knew I lied to him, but there were reasons I did. I never wished to lie to him. No, I really didn't. The more I watched him stride deeper into the prison helplessly, the more everything seemed to close on me. It felt as if I was suffocating.
My lab released a new rogue…
“Afraid?” Wyatt suddenly commented with a calm chuckle. He stopped in his tracks and placed me on my feet, but upon seeing my teary eyes, the smirk I never knew Wyatt had on his face changed to worry.
My first instinct upon being let down by Wyatt was to escape, but before I could, Wyatt pulled me into his embrace and hugged me tight.
Even though he hadn't said a word, I could feel his sincere apology through the mind-link. Immediately, I realized that Wyatt must've thought that I only had a dislike or fear for prisons like normal people, but what he never knew was that it trailed deeper for me. “I'm sorry. Maia, I'm sorry.”
Although I knew he just wanted to prank me and it wasn't his fault since I never let him know anything about me, I still couldn't help being annoyed.
Earlier, I was so petrified that I was almost on the brink of going crazy because I thought he wanted to hurt me, even though I knew he was the last person to hurt me.
“Wyatt Hayes, you jerk. How can you? How can you make me petrified so much? I was so scared…”
“I'm sorry.” Wyatt apologized and stared into my eyes with his black ones, looking so remorseful.
I raised my legs angrily to kick him, but upon recalling what he was going through, I stopped and huffed at him before turning my back to him.
Immediately, a chin rested on my shoulder, and hands wrapped around my waist before pulling me close. “So much dark past; I really can't imagine it, can I?” Wyatt suddenly muttered next to my ear, making me turn cold in fear.
My lips parted, and I clenched the end of my shirt nervously and fearfully. “I…”
“Let's go in. The girl had been captured.” As if knowing that I wouldn't say a word, Wyatt suddenly changed the topic and began to pull me towards a prison cell at the right.
My lips parted absentmindedly, but in the next second, I was stunned. Did Wyatt mean he brought me here because of the girl who tried to stab me back then in the forest? My eyes widened in disbelief, and I quickly clutched Wyatt's hand, which held mine immediately.
Wyatt paused in his tracks and stared at me solemnly. “Can't go?” He asked, his words asking if I was still being petrified because we were in prison and if we needed to leave.
My lips parted, not knowing how to convey my feelings to Wyatt. The first time I discovered that he brought me to the prison, I thought it was for himself. But upon seeing the feigned cold sneer on his face, I thought he brought me here to torture me because he realized that I lied to him, but it turns out that I was only being paranoid, and Wyatt was in fact trying to surprise me.
Wyatt nodded and took hold of my hand. “Let's return,” he said and began to take a step to leave the ward. He pulled my hand to make me leave with him, but I didn't budge and kept staring at him with mixed emotions.
Wyatt turned back, but before he could say a word, I tiptoed and kissed his lips strongly. Wyatt simply wrapped his hands around my waist to support me.
I parted from him immediately and stared at him with teary eyes. “Many times, I do think I don't deserve you.” I honestly revealed
But in the next second, I angrily kicked his legs, but I made sure my hit was soft. I balled my fist and glared at him with teary eyes. “You stupid Wyatt Hayes. You're so outstanding. You can get any girl you like; why do you have to choose someone like me?” My voice trailed lower and turned shaky.
“You protected me. You saved my life. You housed me. You enroll me in school. You gave me a new life while I'm just. While I'm just... I'm not worthy of you.” I yelled at him while Wyatt stared at me indifferently.
Wyatt suddenly reached out his hand to caress my face.
“Baby, you're hot when crying.” Wyatt suddenly bent down and bit my reddened ears before blowing soft air into them, making me stiff. “Made me recall you riding me with tears streaming down your eyes. Where to do it? In the car or get an office?”
“Wyatt Hayes, you lustful man.” My eyes widened, and my body shivered in fear. It turns out that this man wasn't listening to my heartfelt speech; rather, he was recalling the aftertaste of when he almost broke my waist due to his exceptional stamina.
Damn! Wyatt Hayes is nothing but a lustful beast, creating a cold facade. I huffed at him and turned to leave for the prison.
Immediately, his hands wrapped around my waist, and he began to nibble on my neck. “You're worthy, Maia. Worthy than anyone in hubby's eyes. I don't want you to hear you say such degrading words to yourself next time...” Wyatt suddenly muttered solemnly, and I nodded, feeling my heart sweeten.
It turns out that the reason he said such lustful words earlier was to make me snap out of my sorrows, and it indeed did.
“Or else…” Wyatt bent slightly next to my ear, his voice dark and husky. “I'll let you ride.” The unrestrained words rolled from his lips smoothly, making me tremble.