“You’re killing me,” Wilder said as he popped down next to me. “Was it your mom?”
“No,” I said, answering the question they really already knew the answer to. “It was my exes. I guess they finally found out that I left them. Though, they’ve painted quite a different picture than reality.”
“It’s almost March,” Cade said. “There’s no excuse for that. But what did they say to you?”
“Who?” A sleepy Mason asked as he stumbled in, Lennon right behind him. Though, the second delta looked wide awake, a smile on his lips as he walked over and kissed the top of my head.
“Who replaced Lennon with a clone that actually has emotions?” Kieran teased, earning him a middle finger before the delta walked around the table and dropped into a seat of his own.
“What’s going on?”
Cade caught them up before gesturing for me to take over.
I read off the text messages one by one, growls rumbling out of the alphas as I went down the line, picking out the best ones for them to hear.
“They lost their minds,” Wilder said, shaking his head. “This isn’t your fault.”
“Fuck that. They already admitted guilt,” Kieran said. “Plain as fucking day.”
“I’m not sure what they’re thinking,” I said, before pulling the photo up and sliding it over. “But they did send me this picture.”
It was a picture of me wrapped around Lennon last night. They had snapped the picture as I was looking at him. When I spotted the women with their phones last night, I’d quickly buried my face so this was the best they got.
I remembered that moment vividly, thinking that they were just some puck bunnies. How the hell my exes got their hands on it, I had no clue. Unless someone was trying to stir up trouble.
My old pack was loved by nearly everyone in North Crossing. I wouldn’t put it past any of them. I’d likely be painted as a villain all across the hockey gossip sites.
“There’s no mistaking that’s me,” I said with a sigh. “Even from the side view. I’m sure this is why they suddenly thought they should try to talk to me. Every single one of those text messages were from midnight or later. I doubt they got any sleep. They were too busy blowing up my fucking phone.”
Lennon let out a small laugh, a smirk playing across his lips. “There’s something really satisfying about being the one you were caught with.”
“Of course that’s what you think about,” Mason said as he bent down, pressing his lips to mine in a quick kiss before stealing my coffee and taking a sip. He hummed happily before sliding it back. The move was so casual and chaotic, but I loved that we were all settling into this new level of confidence.
“Cade’s never willing to make me coffee,” Mason pouted.
Cade huffed. “You never asked me to, you asshole.”
Mason innocently blinked at his pack leader. “Will you make me an iced coffee too, alpha?”
The simpering voice had me losing it, chasing away the heaviness that was threatening to take over the moment.
“After this,” he said, looking back at me.
“I do still have a plethora of voicemails if we want to listen.” I’d read through the texts and was ready to move on.
“Please,” Cade begged. “I want to hear it all.”
“Why?” I asked, genuinely curious.
“We want to make sure we have the full story before we fuck them up,” Lennon said easily. “There will be pain.”
I knew it was coming. They’d all shown me a taste of revenge and promised more was coming. I guessed it was time for my exes to pay up.
I pulled up the voicemails. “This first one is from Dean.”
“He’s a beta, right?” Wilder asked.
“Yes. Sutton is the delta,” I answered, but Mason scoffed.
