Theo's P.O.V
"You know I spent the night with that guy, right?" I snapped. Darcy—the owner of the club, didn't bother giving me a straight answer.
He dodged. That's what Darcy always did when cornered. Instead of responding, he lit a cigarette, ignoring me completely. Smoke curled into the air, thickening the already chilled room with a suffocating haze.
"You did it on purpose, didn't you?" I pressed again. He just smirked and blew another cloud of smoke.
"Why would I do something like that to you two? What's in it for me?"
"Money. Obviously."
My temper flared. I was pissed, throwing accusations like daggers. Because I remembered damn well, I was supposed to be spending my heat with Kyle, not some random Alpha I didn't even know.
"You've got some nerve accusing me of that, Theo," Darcy finally replied, voice cool. "Sure, I run this place for profit. But swapping out a bonded pair mid-heat for someone else? That's a brutal accusation."
