Page 43 of Little Bunny

He shook his head, rage and fear simmering in his dark eyes.

Matias ran his hand over his mouth, cursing.

“I feel my forms inside of me, struggling to get out.” Diablo spat on the ground, fury blazing. “When I find those pendejos, I’m going to gut them.”

And no one would blame him. “Right now, I want you to go see the doctor. We need to figure out what they gave you and if it will wear off or can be countered.” Matias pressed his lips together. “You should’ve told me about this before you took off. A drug like that is a danger to us all.”

“Do you think I was in my right frame of mind?” Diablo stabbed his finger against his temple.

“Which is exactly why you shouldn’t have left in the first place,” Matias snarled. “Are you still going to see your parents or not?”

Rage turned to confusion. “You would still let me?”

Matias slid his gun back into his jacket then took a few steps away, hands on hips. “If it were anything else, I would order you back to the tavern.” He sighed. “But I know how important this is to you, regardless of your side trip.” He pointed a finger at Diablo. “Straight there and back, understood?”

“Sí.”

“And you’re still taking Santiago with you.” Matias threw his hands up, talking to himself in his native tongue, loathing the fact he was pacing.

“The little bunny,” Diablo said. “Has your wolf chosen him?”

Matias stopped pacing and faced him, possessiveness ripping through him. “Yes. Why?”

The side of Diablo’s mouth curled upward. “Needed to know if he was off-limits.”

A snarl ripped from Matias. The thought of any other man touching Elijah made him feel feral.

Diablo chuckled. “Your control just slipped.” He shrugged, heading for the door. “Your wolf made a good choice, hermano.”

A choice Matias was anxious to get back to.

* * * *

Diablo hadn’t been poking the bear. He’d been dead serious. Elijah, even terrified, had taken care of him. The human had proved his worth, and Diablo had been ready to pursue the little bunny if Matias’s wolf hadn’t already chosen him.

Elijah had been on the table for him, and he would’ve gone for it. Because if Matias hadn’t wanted the male, Diablo damn sure would’ve stepped up.

It hadn’t been Matias who snarled. It had been his wolf, making it clear as hell that Elijah was already his.

And now that Diablo knew the truth, that was it. He was done looking at the human in that way. Matias was not only his alpha but his brother-in-arms, and Diablo respected the hell out of him. Now, he would treat the bunny like a little brother instead.

But he hadn’t just told Matias that his wolf had made a good choice, which it had. It was Diablo telling Matias that he wasn’t a threat. No challenge. No resentment. Just pure respect. He also liked that Elijah had gotten under Matias’s skin. That was a good thing, because everyone knew how stoic Matias was, and a little shaking up never hurt anyone.

Chapter Eleven

Elijah paced up and down the length of the bar, worried sick about Percy. He’d run his fingers through his hair so many times he felt it sticking up at odd angles.

“Sit. Down,” Tito said for the hundredth time, pure annoyance in his tone. “You’ve paced so much I’m expecting a baby to be delivered at any second.”

“And you’ve drank so much I’m expecting your liver to work its way out to escape the abuse.”

Tito leaned his forearms on the counter, tumbler in one hand. “If I’m gonna die, I would prefer to be wasted. My death might not hurt as badly.” He drained the glass then slammed it on the counter with a curse. “I knew you two gremlins were trouble the moment you males walked through the doors.”

Elijah squinted at him. “You do realize you’re speaking Spanish and I can’t understand a single word you’re saying, right?”

The guy just blinked at him, then a slow smile formed. “Elijah bunny, your boy screwed me over, and I didn’t even get a kiss.”

It was no use demanding Tito speak English. The guy was shitfaced. But even drunk, he’d caught, and stopped, Elijah, twice, from sneaking out to hunt for Percy.

---