ADAM POV
Max and I are on the verge of snatching our Conejita (Bunny) out of her seat and demanding she acknowledge us. As angry as I am right now, I can’t deny that watching her squirm in her seat isn’t satisfying. I’m not even close to her, yet she’s affected by my presence. Why is she denying herself?
After an hour of her sneaking glances at me and shivering when our eyes met, she got up and walked into the pack house. Run Conejita (Bunny). “Let’s hunt.” Max said gruffly. I waited a few minutes before excusing myself. Following her scent all the way to the pack house, through the dining room and into the empty kitchen.
Looking around, I noticed the pantry door was ajar. Stalking over, I opened the door quietly. She hadn’t noticed me yet. Too busy trying to reach for a bag of rice on
