Jerk Alpha

I pursed my lips in grievance and glared at Wyatt unhappily.

Right as I completed my words, Wyatt purposely ate the remaining chocolate, even though we both know that he doesn’t like sweet things.

Regardless of how I sulked or glared, Wyatt only coaxed me softly before dragging me downstairs to take a cup of herbal drink due to the amount of sweet things I ate.

After doing so, Wyatt dragged me to the bathroom, regardless of my reluctance. He bathed me and then dressed me in a comfortable dress.

By the time the both of us arrived downstairs, a doctor was already waiting for us. It was after the doctor repeatedly told Wyatt that the baby and I were fine that Wyatt’s worries dissipated.

Currently, we are in Wyatt’s car, with Wyatt taking us somewhere I don’t know. I didn’t bother asking about where Wyatt was taking me, unlike before, when I'd be all over him asking multiple questions.

I knew my rage should have lessened or dissipated by now, but the urge to complete that half chocolat