My Cold-Blooded Alpha Came Home and Found His Younger Self Calling Me Wife Chapter 05

My Cold-Blooded Alpha Came Home and Found His Younger Self Calling Me Wife Chapter 05

Adrian gripped the student ID so tightly that the veins rose across the back of his hand. He obviously believed I had been secretly keeping a young male wolf who looked like him at eighteen. Scandals like that were hardly rare among the ente circles of North America’s major packs.

When a powerful mate stayed away too long, the neglected partner sometimes sought comfort outside the bond. If they masked their/scent and hid their marks, there were always wolves willing to take the risk. But I knew exactly how territorial Adrian was.

It bordered on obsession. He could neglect his own mate, yet he could not tolerate another male wolf

entering his scent territory.

“Answer me.”

He advanced on me one step at a time.

“Where is he?”

I hated that commanding tone. I gave him a cold smile.

“In the walk-in closet.”

Adrian strode over and yanked the door open. Their identical gray-blue eyes locked. The room went silent.

Young Adrian stood shirtless beside the wardrobe, openly defiant. His cedar scent, unmistakably born of the same bloodline, flooded the room. For the first time, Adrian looked utterly lost.

He stared at the face that had belonged only to him at eighteen, then looked down at the student ID in his hand. He was so furious that he could not speak for several seconds.

“You…”

Young Adrian straightened first. He walked past him, came to my side, and casually wrapped an arm around

my shoulders.

“What are you staring at, old man?”

His voice was openly contemptuous.

“Never seen your eighteen-year-old self before?”

Adrian’s face darkened, and his Alpha pressure surged through the room.

“Let her go.”

It was not a request. It was an Alpha command. The Alpha blood in young Adrian flared in answer.

Instead of releasing me, he leaned in and kissed my cheek, daring Adrian to stop him.

No.

His eyes flashed with defiance.

“You’re thirty years old, and you can’t even take care of your own mate. Why shouldn’t your eighteen-year-old self do it for you?”

The words struck the one truth Adrian could not bear to hear. He seized young Adrian by the collar.

“Get out.”

The boy caught his wrist in return and shouted even louder.

“What right do you have to throw me out? This is my future home, and she’s my future mate too!”