Rejected by the Alpha, Claimed by his Brother Chapter 200: Will Hate You

~María José’s Point Of View~

I wasn’t anticipating Axel’s visit even though a part of was wishing and yearning for him. I hadn’t actually thought he’d materialize by my door... with Luis Miguel in the least.

How on earth did those two even know each other? Luis Miguel and Axel? The difference was so broad, it didn’t click.

Anyway, what was all that about?

Why was Axel saying it wasn’t him who ca over to our place to profess his undying love for Rosa, shad , and fucked my sister?

Was that it? He’d lie and deny it all after commuting such

As Axel stood there, I couldn’t shake the mories of everything that had happened between us. Every mont, every touch, and every heated word we exchanged seed to replay in my mind with the clarity of a well-worn film.

I rember the first ti Axel laid a hand on ... so tender yet so intense, as if he were claiming sothing that didn’t belong to him.

And now, when he kissed again, he had been so confident, so assured. Like he knew exactly what he was doing, and I... fool that I was, had been drawn to it.

I tried to resist. I tried to remind myself of who he was: a man of power, soone who could never truly care for soone like .

For an Oga like myself. He did say it too on that faithful when he was being his most truthful self. I knew he was trying to be remorseful and deny it now, but I’d be a fool to toss all of that aside and take his word for it.

But the way he looked at , like I was the only person in the room... I couldn’t deny it. His eyes burned with sothing so raw, that I felt exposed every ti he stared at .

For a while there, I almost forgot about my vengeance and lted into his arms.

I wanted him to be different. I wanted to believe that the man who had kissed so fiercely, the man who had held like I was the most precious thing in the world, could actually be sincere. But the more I thought about it, the more I realized that he was no different from all the others who had used , who had seen as nothing more than a useless Oga.

How could I trust him? How could I trust a man who had lied to my face, who had claid he was different only to turn around and betray to pick my sister?

I clenched my fists at the thought of Rosa. The pain of what Axel had done to by going for her still stung like a fresh wound. How could I reconcile that with what I felt every ti he touched ?

Every ti he spoke to with that low voice that seed to seep into my very bones? I wanted to hate him. I wanted to loathe him with every fiber of my being. But my body betrayed . It reacted to him as though he were the air I breathed, the water I drank. So essential, and irresistible.

I cursed myself for it. Why couldn’t I be stronger? Why couldn’t I simply walk away, leave him behind, and never look back? But when he was near , it was as if the world stopped spinning.

The rest of it... the pain, the confusion, the hurt; it all faded away in the wake of his presence.

I couldn’t trust him. I couldn’t allow myself to be that vulnerable again, not after what had happened. Not after what he had done. Yet, in my heart, there was a part of that still yearned for him. That part of , buried deep inside, could still feel the heat of his kiss, the strength of his hands on my skin. It ached.

I tried to push those feelings away. I tried to convince myself that what had happened between us ant nothing—that it was just a mont of weakness. But when his eyes found mine, that sa intensity returned, and I knew I was lying to myself.

I couldn’t pretend it didn’t matter.

I couldn’t ignore the way his touch made my pulse quicken, how my body betrayed every ti he was near. Even now, as I stood there, trying to gather my thoughts, I could still feel the echo of his hands on my arms, the warmth of his breath on my neck. It was maddening.

But then, there was the other side of it—the side of that knew better. The side of that saw the truth, that recognized the danger he posed. I couldn’t let myself fall for him. I couldn’t let myself be consud by this feeling, no matter how badly I craved it. He had proven who he was: a liar, a man who could not be trusted.

Yet, despite all of it, I couldn’t shake the longing. The hunger. The need to be close to him, to feel his touch, to hear his voice whispering things I shouldn’t want to hear.

I closed my eyes, trying to steady my racing heart. This was dangerous. I was playing with fire, and I knew it. But the temptation was too strong.

However, I was going to resist with every might in . And what the heck was he saying about my wolf?

A wolf? ?

If I had one, this scar would have disappeared imdiately. Was he trying to play on my weakness? Was he trying to get to , using the one thing he knew that was the source of all of my miseries?

Argh! This sucks! I absolutely didn’t know what to believe. What I do know... surely was that until Axel brought his proof, I’d love every second, minute, hour, and day, hating him.

I sighed, stepping out of my skirt and ready to head to the bathroom to wash his scent off of . It was already making the mark itch enough as it was.