Knox started to get suspicious. His chest throbbed as he began putting the clothes back. All the things inside are for men, so they can't belong to Azrael's ex-fiancée, then, there was only one option.
"That as*shole's housing someone—
"Who are you calling an as*hole?"
Knox's head spun in the direction of the sudden voice. He tried to hide his emotion, but his anger still flared upon seeing the innocent-looking face of the alpha, as though he didn't notice where they were standing, or what was the cause of his indignation.
Truthfully, Azrael could tell Knox was enraged. Somehow, finding Knox jealous over some clothes that were obviously unused was amusing. He wanted to laugh at the omega's scrunched face, however, he kept his cackles to himself, afraid of upsetting Knox even more.
"Who else?" Knox walked out, however, Azrael blocked him. He glared at the man and hissed, "Move."