Page 76 of Bonded

“Kat c’mon it’s not like that… it’s just, I was tryin’ ta be nice. I got a little excited that’s all.”

“Nice?” She growls. “Is that a fuckin’ joke? You half kill me and now, in some ancient misogynist-myth, you think I belong to you? That you can just hand me out between you all? This bullshit is exactly why I stayed away from alpha wolves… Fuck!” she screams again. “You just decided that I would want to move into your room. Oh, this just gets better and better. So not only does he move my fuckin’ office without asking me, your brother wants to pimp me out, but you now decide I should move into your bedroom—that you expect me to sleep with you every night. This is a total fucking joke!”

She storms across the hallway and they hear drawers slamming as Kat searches for her things.

“Shit!” Digby rubs his face—the others opened mouthed, stare in quiet shock. “I was gonna tell her, but… Shit! I just thought she’d… Shit-shit! Don’t look at me like that, I was excited. I know I should have waited.”

He sighs loudly, then looks down at the pillow and blanket as they land at his feet. “You can take the fucking couch tonight!”

The door to the bedroom slams with another hard frame rattling, bang. It’s followed by a screaming howl that echoes through the hallway.

“Okay, so maybe she’s right—I’ll take the couch, for tonight.”

“Fuck…” Rhys sniggers, “she is one feisty bitch. You know it’s almost a pity her being a ‘Blood’ that no one will challenge her. I bet she could put on a great fight.”

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“Kat…” Digby knocks softly on the bedroom door. “Kat, c’mon it’s me. Can I come in so we can talk?”

“No! Fuck off and leave me alone. Go away, I’m tired!”

There’s a long sigh and silence from all the guys as no one dares speak. The atmosphere feels awkward and an apprehensive tension hangs in the air and the deafening silence hurts their ears when they hear a pitiful, howling cry from behind the closed door.

Kat’s so angry and frustrated as the events of the evening overwhelm her. Luna pacing inside, angry as well; it makes her howl. But eventually, face buried in the pillow, she falls asleep.

“Diggs, just leave her be.” Darius sighs. “She’ll calm down—maybe in a day or two.” He turns on the other twin, “Rhys, you need to get your ass out of here, now!”

“Oh, but I thought I might stay? Have another beer with my brother? I mean, this has been such great entertainment,” he laughs.

“No, no, you get the fuck out right now! It’s that or it’ll be me and you that have a serious problem. Are we clear?” Darius hisses up close in his face. “You’ve got what you wanted now leave!”

“So, you’ll bring her—to the club?”

“When she’s ready… yeah. Not before. As I said, she’ll do it in her own time.”

“Okay… but just don’t leave it too long.” He grins smugly. “You know it’s the right thing, what you’re doing. I’ll put the word out and it’ll keep the peace for a while, but I will need to make a big show of this—at least for one night. Maybe a party? I’ll make her feel extra special—roll out the whole VIP red carpet experience.” He grins, before turning to look at his brother. Digby’s expression is fit to explode and Darius steps between them—breaking their stares.

“I said go!”

Digby stands close. “Yeah, and don’t get any fuckin’ ideas, Rhys, cause nothin’ is gonna happen between you. Now go crawl back to your troll-hole and keep the fuck away from me, or you know what? I will find a way to kill you.”

“Sure, thing dear brother, oh, enjoy your new bed,” he laughs. “Diggs, just an observation, but it looks like the honeymoon’s over.” He grins, smoothing his hand on the front of Digby’s shirt. “It’s all about appearances, brother—nothing more. Don’t worry… I’m not gonna touch her. Doesn’t mean some others won’t want to.” He grins smugly as his bright blue eyes turn and stare at Darius’ purple. “I’m just kidding!”

As Rhys steps outside the front door, he turns and smiles, another of his smug smirks, and Digby now can’t hold his anger. Seething, his rage boils over and in one swift, well-rehearsed movement, he strips his shirt.

“Digby!” Zak groans as he tries to hold him back. “Diggs… c’mon don’t do this man!”

“No… no, I’m not havin’ it. Him acting all smug—gettin’ what he wanted. No!”

With Rhys outside lighting a cigarette, Digby unclips his belt and drops his pants, and quickly disappears after him.

“Oh, hell…” Zak closes his eyes and sighs loudly. “Diggs! Diggs, please… please just leave it. This is stupid. You know this. Fuck! Darius do somethin’” He rubs his head and turns around. “Should I go after them?”

“No… no, just leave them. Bud’s right, it’s not like they can actually kill each other. Just let them work off some steam. It’ll probably do Digby some good to kick Rhys’s ass about for a while.”

“You think? Hell, I don’t know, I wouldn’t bet against Rhys. He does a lot of that jujitsu shit… and he’s been working out recently. Diggs has even put on some weight and I don’t know, it’s always been pretty close between them.”

“What… Really?” Darius frowns. “You really think Rhys can still take him? Okay, well I’ll have fifty bucks says Digby kicks his ass.”

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