Killian.
I know that smell. That was the same scent I smelled yesterday.
The scent of a werewolf, with a waft of cedarwood and sage. That was how all the Remus pack members smelled.
I was certain there was someone here from Remus Pack.
But why?
Why would he be here?
“Pull over!” I heard Yzabelle suddenly say, her voice hasty.
I didn’t want to. There was this worry and fear brewing inside me. The fear that someone was going to snatch her away from me.
“If you don’t let me out, I am not going with you after class,” she threatened me.
If I was my old self, I would not be threatened. No one dared to threaten me.
But Yzabelle was different. He had this powerful way of making me want to follow her words.
I secretly hissed under my breath. If I hadn’t known it was Kate she was chasing I would not let her walk inside the campus without me.
Right after Yzabelle left, I rushed towards the car park. I need to get to her, fast. I couldn’t let that werewolf come near my Yzabelle.
Well, I was not sure if the Remus werewolf was after Yzabelle, but better safe than sorry.
I followed Yzabelle’s scent and realized she hadn’t stepped inside the building.
How come? She was chasing Kate who was already climbing the stairs. I started to feel agitated knowing this fact.
My eyes went in her direction. And you couldn’t imagine how flustered I was when I saw a man, standing in front of her, holding my Yzabelle’s wrist!
How dare that jackass!
No guy had the right to touch my mate!
Out of breath and a little freaked out, I walked towards them. I could hear them from a distance. And I didn’t like what I was hearing. As the seconds passed, my discomposure slowly turned to rage. If I didn’t do something fast to get myself under control, I’d probably explode and take out everything and everyone around me.
“Let her go, you bastard!” I couldn’t hide my burning anger.
I was aware of how I became when I went ballistic, but I forced myself to calm down. Especially when I saw the deep worry in Yzabelle’s face. Panic and fear were evident in her shining beautiful green eyes. And I didn't want that.
I knew the last thing she wanted was to draw attention. But it’s too late already.
I could feel those people’s gazes were thrown on us.
She quickly blocked the guy against me. And I hate it that she was protecting the guy who called her mate, when she didn’t do something for me back then when I called her that way too.
“No, please, Killian. Calm down. He was just asking for directions, right, Corbin?” Her voice was full of panic.
It only heightened my rage seeing her acting like that. I was starting to feel breathless, it felt like the whole world was closing around me.
I hated it!
Hell, I hated seeing her protecting that asshole!
And to add fuel to the fire, the guy called Corbin grabbed Yzabelle by the waist and hid her on his back.
I clenched both fists. I could not take it anymore!
I was about to grab the guy and throw him to the farthest distance when he suddenly spoke in an enthusiastic and friendly tone.
“Prince Killian, I didn’t know you were here. I thought you said yesterday that you’ll be staying at Fork’s Town for a month or two?”
My forehead creased. I knew we had a good relationship with Remus Pack and I would not be surprised to know it continued up to date. But him, sounding very close to me, it felt odd.
And realizing what he just said confirmed that my future self was staying in Forks Town. I should not be surprised since that was the safest place he could stay in.
“I said that?” I calmly asked.
“Yes, at the party in Louvre Town,” he answered, still confused.
‘Did he already forget about the celebration of my family, appointing me to be the next Alpha of Remus pack?’
I could hear his thoughts. Too bad he didn't know about that.
Somehow, the fact that I attended the celebration meant I was close to his family. It somehow alleviated my fury towards this future alpha. But it was not enough to completely clear my anger away. It would not wipe away the fact that he held my mate’s wrist!
Looking at it, Corbin quickly let go.
“Ah, well, it must be a misunderstanding. You see, this beautiful girl here is my mate,” Corbin explained.
That only worsened my anger towards him.
“How dare you claim my mate?!” I hissed under my breath.
I saw how Corbin’s face left its color. Surely he was flustered. But not as flustered as how I was when I heard him call my Yzabelle his mate.
His eyes shot right through Yzabelle.
“You have two mates? That’s not possible.” His voice was laced with a whole lot of confusion.
And I had the same thought.
“That’s right. It’s not possible. You should back away. She is mine.” I said with finality.
“What? No one has the right to me! How dare you guys claim me as yours without even asking me if I agree with it?!” Yzabelle quickly thwarted.
Pissed off, it was written all over her face. I could only take a deep breath.
With controlled anger, I turned to her. “You better go to your class. I’ll just have a minute with him.”
Yzabelle frowned. “Aren’t you going with me?”
“Did you already miss me?” I asked back.
Surely it would piss her off more and would definitely make her walk away from me.
And it worked.
“Dream on!”
She marched her way towards her classroom building. The students who were watching us started walking their way toward their respective classes too.
Now it was time to face the real nuisance.
“And you were saying?” I turned to Corbin.
I was curious about how my future self got close to this guy. I knew myself. I only appeared at a party if the celebrant was a friend or a close one.
“You sound odd, Prince Killian. Was it because we have the same mate?” Corbin’s face tightened.
I opened a mind link with him. I could not gamble the chance that someone might hear us.
‘She was mine. Only mine, Corbin,’ I warned him through a mind link.
‘No, I can’t let you have her. Even though we are friends and you are the lycan Prince, I will never back down. The Moon Goddess blessed me with a mate and that’s Yzabelle. And you can never do anything about it!’
My jaw tightened. I couldn’t let this asshole steal my Yzabelle away from me!
Never!
We stood there, matching our burning gazes. No one dared to back down. And if there was someone who would back down, that was not me.