Wicked

Wyatt's lips curved slightly, and his expression softened. Although he didn't say anything, I knew he was overjoyed by what I just said. He leaned forward to plant a deep kiss on my lips.

"Hubby." I beamed at Wyatt, feeling my sad mood reside.

Upon recalling the conversation between Wyatt and Oswald, I tilted my head curiously, wanting to know what could've inclined Oswald to make such a statement about Wyatt, despite the fact that it's perfectly obvious that Wyatt doesn't like Lorelei a bit. "What's with Lorelei, hubby?" I inquired while blinking my eyes cutely.

Wyatt isn't the type to speak much, and I'm afraid that he won't want to reply to this either, so I blinked my eyes cutely so he could change his mind.

Immediately, Wyatt's eyes darkened, and his expression changed into one of hatred. "She claimed to be my mate." He simply expressed.

My lips parted in gasps. "Huh?" Soon, anger blew up in me.

That bitch wanted Oswald and Wyatt at the same time? How dare she claim to be my Wya