Rejected by the Alpha, Claimed by his Brother Chapter 139: A Faceless Attack

I love her. I swear, I really think I do.

Luis sat motionless, his lifeless gaze still fixed ahead, while I stood before him, vibrating with my newly found epiphany.

"Luis," I declared, pacing back and forth with excitent. "Today is the day. I will prove that María José is not an Oga."

Luis Remained silent.

I smirked, unfazed. "They all think she’s weak. They think she’s just so pitiful little thing who doesn’t have a wolf and has been shunned by her Father. But today..." I jabbed a finger into my palm for emphasis. "Today, I will claim her. I will show the entire pack how wrong they were about her."

I felt a thrill at my own words. The image was already forming in my head: María José standing by my side, head held high, eyes fierce, no longer an outcast.

No longer soone to be looked down on. She’d be mine. And if she had a wolf—oh, the scandal, the satisfaction, the absolute chaos. My Father would have no reason to reject her as my mate.

My mate. Hugo... is she our mate?

Suddenly, a chill crawled down my spine.

I stiffened. The hair on my arms rose.Sothing was wrong.

The air in the room suddenly beca heavy and suffocating. Like I wasn’t alone. I an, I wasn’t alone since Luis was here, but sothing felt off.

Like sothing else was here. Behind .

I turned my head sharply, eyes narrowing.

"Who’s there?"

I saw and heard nothing.

But I wasn’t imagining this. I could feel them. A presence. A weight pressing against my senses. Too close. Watching.

I straightened, my muscles tensing. "Show yourself," I ordered with a growl.

At first, the silence stared back at ... until...

SHNK.

Pain exploded in my neck.

A very sharp and cold blade sliced into my flesh, searing through my muscle and tendon, sawing toward my spine.

My breath ceased. For a split second, I couldn’t even process it—couldn’t comprehend that soone had just tried to behead .

I staggered forward, my hand flying to my throat as warm blood gushed out in violent spurts. My vision blurred. A wet, gurgling sound escaped , followed by a splatter of red on the floor.

What—?

My lungs convulsed, choking on the sheer force of the wound, and I whirled around to see who my attacker was but there was nobody.

My pulse thundered in my ears, drowning out my own ragged and wheezing breaths. I darted my gaze in every direction; up, down, to the side but I saw nothing. The room was empty except for...

Luis.

Luis was still sitting in his wheelchair. Still completely unbothered.

I choked on another mouthful of blood, my body spasming from the sheer shock of the attack. My knees wobbled as my vision dimd at the edges.

Hugo was handling this well.

My wolf blood was already working, but healing from sothing this deep was agony. Every cell in my body scread as my muscles stitched themselves back together in slow, excruciating incrents.

I gasped out what could be called a ragged and animalistic noise. A torn-open throat wasn’t exactly easy to recover from, even for an Alpha-born like . My body convulsed with the effort, the wound tightening and sealing inch by agonizing inch...

But the pain.

The pain.

I collapsed onto my knees, barely catching myself in trembling arms. A new wave of blood spilled onto the floor, warm and sticky between my fingers.

My breathing ca in rapid and shallow pants as the burning throbbed through my entire body.

Who did this to ? What could have been my offense? They obviously were cloaked in an invisibility spell.

Hold up... was it the witch I overheard Don Diego and that darn elder talking about?

I whipped my head around again but still saw nothing.

No footsteps. No shifting shadows. No goddamn scent.

Luis hadn’t moved. Not even a whiff of surprise. Not a muscle twitched. If anything... he looked bored.

My heartbeat pounded like a war drum as primal instinct scread at ; this wasn’t normal. This wasn’t just so coward’s sneak attack.

This was sothing else.

A sharp cry tore from my throat as another bolt of agony shot through .

Was I going to die? I think I’m going to die.

My entire body was shaking now. I gritted my teeth, trying to form words, but nothing ca out except a wet, gargled sound.

I heard the sound of soone shuffling inside before...

"¡Dios mío!" Rosario’s voice, shrill and horrified, bood in the air.

The door slamd open as she rushed inside, her eyes blown wide at the sight before her.

"Oh, mi niño," she gasped. She clutched her chest, her breath coming fast. "What—what happened to you?! Who—who did this?!"

Good question, Rosario. I’d love to know.

I groaned, pressing a bloodied hand to the floor as I tried to keep myself upright.

Rosario hurried to my side, her hands hovering over , but she didn’t dare touch . She was afraid.I was afraid.

"You’re—" Her voice cracked. "Señor Axel, you’re bleeding so much."

I gave a weak chuckle. "Yeah," I rasped.

The sound was wet and sickly. I swallowed, but it only made the pain worse. The pain only got worse.

I clenched my jaw against the pain, forcing out a hoarse growl. "Forget that... just—" I coughed, spitting more blood onto the floor. "Just get a towel or sothing."

"What?! No! You need a healer!"

"No healers. I can handle it."

She blinked at in pure disbelief. "Señor Axel, your throat was almost ripped open! Even with your healing, this will take ti!"

I gritted my teeth, forcing myself to stand. My legs shook, my entire body drenched in sweat. I clenched my fists, breathing heavily through my nose.

"I don’t care."

Rosario’s eyes widened. "You’re being ridiculous. I should alert the Alpha!"

"No." My voice ca out rough and broken. I grabbed her wrist, staining her skin with my blood. "Don’t—don’t call him."

"But you’re badly hurt!" she exclaid, eyes darting from my wound to my face like she wasn’t sure which sight was worse.

I sucked in a shaky breath, wincing as the pain spiked again. "Just... just help dress it. That’s all."

Rosario seed skeptical, her body shivering like she was the one who had half of her throat torn open and not .

She respected . I was the Alpha’s son. But more than that—she was terrified. She had never seen like this.

Neither had I.

She swallowed hard and nodded. "Okay," she whispered. "Okay, niño. I’ll help you."

I leaned against her, my strength draining fast. My entire body felt cold and weak. My own blood slicked my hands, my clothes, and the floor beneath .

And through it all...

Luis sat there. Silent. Watching.

I looked at him again, my breathing ragged. His expression hadn’t changed. How co there were no reactions from Luis even as he witnessed this all?