So Overbearing

I yawned lazily and stretched lightly before sniffing the scent in the air. Upon smelling the mild sandalwood scent compared to yesterday, I couldn't help but sigh in relief.

I feel like my waist will break into two if Wyatt goes in a rut and knots me today again.

It's been two weeks since we have been at Wyatt's cottage.

The first five days, I had my estrus, and the next nine days, Wyatt had his rut.

I yawned and turned on the bed leisurely. I hope I'll finally have the peaceful rest I wanted today. Today is Monday, but I guess I'm dissing school today.

"Baby." Wyatt gently called and poked my nose, his sandalwood scent continuously drifting into my nose. His hand wrapped around my waist, and before I could process, I was placed on his lap.

"Hm?" I buried my head in the crook of his neck comfortably and replied without opening my eyes. My whole body feels so soft; I really don't want to move an inch.

"Baby, your hair." Wyatt caressed my hair and whispered enigmatically.

'My hair? Wha