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“Maybe. Haven’t heard anything else about it.” Theo had zero interest in the inner workings of werewolf pack politics. It was one of the many reasons he’d never wanted to be the Alpha. Not that anyone believed he would be. People didn’t tend to expect much from Devon’s youngest son.

“All I know is that Rafe is really keyed up about the whole thing,” he said with a mouth full of Froot Loops. Phoebe wrinkled her nose in mock disgust, and he grinned through his sugary cereal. He swallowed before adding, “You know how he gets.”

“Well, he was always the sensitive one.”

Theo huffed. “And what am I?”

Fee smirked. “The pretty one.”

He set down his bowl and stalked closer to where she sat at the counter. “That’s all I am to you? A pretty face.”

She giggled and he had the fleeting and ridiculous thought that he could listen to that sound forever.

“Everyone knows Knox is the brains.”

“Ouch, Fee. You wound me.” He rested his hands on the counter, leaning forward until he could smell the steam from her herbal tea rising between them.

“Poor pretty baby,” she teased, but the color had risen in her cheeks again, her gaze flicking down to his bare chest. “Must be so hard to have women throwing themselves at you.”

“That has nothing to do with my pretty face,” he purred. “I do have some skills.”

Phoebe’s lips parted like she might say something or like she might lean forward and do the one thing Theo had been wanting her to do for the past decade…

His phone buzzed aggressively on the counter. Fee straightened on her stool.

“Jesus,” he muttered. Theo glanced at his phone to see Rafe’s name on the screen. “What the hell does he want now?”

“Might be important.”

Theo rolled his eyes. “I’m sure Rafe thinks it is, but I’m done being his errand boy.”

“Well, he did save your⁠—”

“Don’t finish that sentence. I’m perfectly aware of what I owe my brother,” he grumbled as he unlocked his phone.

Lena’s gone. Need your help.

He glanced up at Phoebe. The delicious blush was gone from her cheeks; her eyes looked at him with concern and not lust. Fucking Rafe and his drama had cockblocked him again.

“I gotta go. Rafe lost the damn seer.”

“Maybe I should come.” Phoebe hopped down from the stool and Theo let his gaze rake up and down all five feet and two inches of her. How was it possible that after seeing so many times over the past ten years, his blood still heated at the sight of her? Pathetic, was what it was.

“Yeah, sure.”

“I hope she’s okay.”

“I’m sure it’s just a misunderstanding,” he said, even as an uneasiness settled in his gut.

Fee looked just as uncertain as he felt.

“Everyone’s at the bar.”

“It’s ten a.m.”

Theo shrugged. “Apparently, that’s where shit gets done in this town.”

Chapter Three