CHAPTER 11

"If she's not your mate, then may I have a dance with her?!" The owner of the voice was none other than Alexander, middle-aged and an elder of the pack.

He was once Alpha but now retired since his tenure had expired. This way he commanded respect from the Silver Crest pack, just a bit more like the Alpha would.

He was rumored to be helping his grandson find his fated mate. Everyone knew him for one thing: whenever he saw a pretty young lady, he would never miss the opportunity to make the girl go on a date with his grandson, at least once.

Adrian balled his fists at the thought of anyone touching his mate.

He was sure he could lose his cool if anything of the nature happened, so he turned to Irish and gave his command, "You will decline, then go home and wait for your punishment."

But Irish smiled devilishly, "No, not when I'm getting punished anyway." She was determined to get Adrian's nerves today. Especially after he believed his wife over her slut wrist and the fact that he teased