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“After the shit you said to me in your texts, it can’t come as that much of a surprise.”

His brows snapped together. “What texts?”

“Cute, Kingston. Playing dumb in front of your friend. Nice, real mature.”

Derek stiffened, his eyes flitting from me to his Alpha. “Do you two need some privacy? I’m picking up some serious tension.”

“We’re not going anywhere,” Alek said, arms crossed over his chest.

“You can go. They’re no danger.” Kingston draped the shirt across his shoulders like it was a towel, somehow looking even hotter than before.

With one hesitant look back, Derek left, the silence between the four of us deafening.

“What were you saying about text messages?”

“Come on, Kingston. Grow up.”

His eyes narrowed, temper leaking into the hazel depths. “You’re the one playing fucking games. My phone was destroyed in the fight. I don’t know what fucking messages you’re talking about because I didn’t send them.”