My Cold-Blooded Alpha Came Home and Found His Younger Self Calling Me Wife Chapter 06

My Cold-Blooded Alpha Came Home and Found His Younger Self Calling Me Wife Chapter 06

The situation exploded. The two Adrians started fighting right there in the walk-in closet, and Adrian drove

a fist into the younger man’s cheekbone.

“You have no bond with her. Her mark doesn’t even recognize you. You’re nothing to her, and you still dared

to touch her?”

Young Adrian took the punch and kicked hard at the side of his knee.

“I’m you at eighteen! I’m younger, I have more time for her, and I actually know how to make her happy!”

Both of them unleashed their Alpha pressure at once. The two forces crashed together in the cramped space, rattling the clothes hangers and glass cabinet doors. I stood in the doorway, watching two versions of my husband tear into each other over me with no sign of stopping.

The sight was so absurd I could not look away. Adrian’s shirt had been ripped open, his tie hanging crooked around his neck. Blood seeped from the corner of young Adrian’s mouth, but his gaze only grew fiercer.

“You think making her breakfast once counts as taking care of her?”

Adrian gave a cold laugh.

“I bought her gallery. I used my connections to get her into those exhibitions. You don’t even have a bank card or a pack ID. What can you possibly give her?”

He had struck young Adrian where it hurt most. The boy attacked even harder.

“So what? You give her money, but you never give her your time! When you kissed her just now, didn’t you notice that her scent never rose to meet yours? She wasn’t like that with me.

Adrian froze for half a heartbeat. Young Adrian seized the opening, slammed him to the floor, and straddled him with one fist raised.

“You’ve already lost half of her, and you still don’t think you’ve done anything wrong?”

I finally reached my limit.

“Enough!”

Both men stopped and looked at me. I turned, walked back into the living room, sat on the couch, and poured myself a glass of water.

“If you’re done, get out here. We’re talking.”

A moment later, they emerged from the walk-in closet one after the other. Adrian straightened his torn shirt, clinging to the last scraps of his Alpha dignity, and sat on my left. Young Adrian wiped the blood from his mouth, sat on my right, and leaned against me just to provoke him.

“Babe, he hit me.”

Adrian’s expression darkened even further.

“Don’t talk to her like that.”