Rejected by the Alpha, Claimed by his Brother Chapter 238: CONGRATULATIONS

I gritted my teeth and managed a nod. "Well. That’s... sothing to consider."

Don Diego straightened, satisfied with himself, then smoothed down his jacket. "Keep your eyes open. And rember who really keeps the pack safe. And oh, I didn’t think you had it in you, but you surprised . Congratulations, boy."

He turned and strutted off, his guards forming a protective triangle around his ego as he vanished down the hall like he’d just delivered divine wisdom.

I stood there, trembling from the effort it took not to explode. Not to scream and not to punch a hole in the marble.

What the fuck was he congratulating for?

And my God, he blad María José. He always blad her for everything.

My heart thundered in my chest, and I closed my eyes, trying to picture her smile. Her laugh. The sound she made when she teased about my brooding. Anything to anchor .

Because if I let the rage win, it would cost everything.

But I promised myself right then, right there—that I would make him eat those words.

María José wasn’t cursed. She was my salvation. And I was going to burn the world before I let anyone hurt her again.

.

.

I stood there for what felt like an eternity after Don Diego strutted off like the smug bastard he was. The guards fell into formation behind him like he was Moses parting the Red Sea, only there was no miracle—just manipulation and nace in an expensive suit.

I dragged in a breath. My throat burned. I needed a mont... just one damn minute to collect myself before facing whatever ca next.

But of course, life wasn’t in the business of giving peace.

The grand doors creaked open, and Rosa erged, walking in careful steps. Behind her ca Camilla, radiating smugness like she’d bathed in it. Her dark hair was pulled back tightly, her eyes glittering with sothing that made my skin itch—triumph. Or was it gloating?

Her gaze locked on , and she smiled like a cat who’d just eaten the last canary and was ready to burp feathers in my face.

"You and Rosa shouldn’t get too comfortable," she said smoothly, not even bothering with a greeting. "Just because she has sothing inside her doesn’t an she’s won anything. I’ll have one soon too. And Álvaro will be Alpha."

She gave a haughty little shrug, like she’d just dropped a weather forecast. Mild showers, thirty percent chance of ruin.

Then she turned on her heel and walked off with that sa saunter—the kind that said she believed the world owed her admiration and applause.

I blinked in confusion. Why the hell was everyone acting strangely today?

"What the hell was that?" I asked, already tired. "What does she an, ’she’ll have one soon’? And who—what... Álvaro?"

Rosa only offered a mysterious smile. "You’ll know soon enough. But first..." She reached for my hand. "Co with ."

There was a pause. It was a cold pause. My eyes dropped to her fingers curling around mine. They were warm and firm.

I almost writhed my hands out in disgust.

"Where?" I asked, doing my best to sound casual, even though every neuron in my brain started screaming.

"My room," she said, like it was nothing.

Like we were heading to brunch and not the lair of a woman who believed she owned now. I couldn’t even imagine the things she’d want to do to .

My spine stiffened and my feet paused.

"Oh?" I croaked. "Cool. Nice. Uh... great. Sure."

Her brow lifted. "Is there a problem?"

Yes. Yes, Rosa. The problem is that I would rather wrestle a bear than be alone with you in a room where the bed has direct access.

But I couldn’t say that. I couldn’t even flinch, not with Don Diego’s greasy voice still echoing in my head, telling to smile and keep the illusion alive. I had to play the doting mate. The proud fiance. The world’s most unwilling husband-to-be.

I forced a breathless chuckle. "No. No problem at all."

Rosa’s smile returned. It was too pleased and too possessive so much that it made sick in the stomach. She laced our fingers tighter and began walking.

And I, poor fool, followed.

The hallway leading to her side of the villa was all gold-accented mirrors and floral arrangents that looked like they were terrified of being out of place. Two maids in neat uniforms caught sight of us and nearly dropped their silver trays.

"Oh!" one gasped, nudging the other as if she’d just seen a unicorn.

Rosa didn’t miss a beat. She squeezed my hand tighter and raised her chin, walking as if we were royalty touring the grounds. The maids stood straighter, giggling as we passed. One of them even bowed.

I wanted to peel off my own skin and run screaming into the woods.

This woman was showing off like a handbag. A damn luxury accessory with anxiety issues.

And ? I had to smile. Had to nod at the maids like yes, this is perfectly normal, I am completely thrilled to be this woman’s hand-trophy.

Every second was agony. Every breath was horrific. I was sweating behind my knees.

By the ti we reached her door, which was a tall thing with silver handles and too much personality, I felt like I had aged five years.

She opened it with a flourish and tugged inside.

"Welco," she said sweetly, then closed the door behind us with a soft click that sounded more like a lock.

Her room was all rich browns and quiet luxury with walnut panels, leather accents, and bronze fixtures that glead under warm, golden light. The canopy bed stood tall with dark silk drapes.

Tasteful, elegant... and way too intentional.

My heart launched into my throat.

Rosa turned to face . "I still can’t believe you’re mine now."

And then she hugged .

Her arms wrapped around my torso with frightening conviction, pressing herself against like she wanted to rge our atoms. I had to resist the urge to tense up or jump back.

"I’m so happy," she whispered against my shoulder. "You don’t know how long I’ve dread of this."

"Oh, I... I can imagine," I muttered, patting her back like she was a client who just closed a real estate deal.

She pulled back and looked up at , eyes glistening.

"You’re mine now, Axel. I fought for you." Then, before I could prepare, she kissed .

Her lips were soft, but the kiss wasn’t. It was all tongue and need and possessive desperation, like she was trying to mark from the inside out. Her hands slid to my waist, fingers pressing into my skin.

I panicked. Only María José owned my body. Only she owns . Rosa kissing like this for the second ti since we were kids was too overwhelming for to handle.

It brought back mories. Things. Why I needed to leave in the first place... The thing my Father did...

Abort. Abort. Code red.

I gently broke the kiss, forcing a shaky laugh. "Sorry—just... still recovering from the shock of today. You know. Emotions. Chaos. The usual."

She tilted her head, studying with a frown.

Uh-uh. Do sothing, Axel.

I bead at her, smacking my lips in a desperate attempt to seduce her into cooperating.

I won.

She laughed lightly. "It’s okay, cariño. I have just the thing to lighten your mood."

Oh no.

No, no, no...

She skipped across the room to her nightstand, humming. Opened a drawer. Rustled around.

I stood frozen, trying not to sweat through my shirt. What the hell was she doing? Pulling out lingerie? An aphrodisiac? A wedding binder?

Then she turned.

And in her hand... was a pregnancy test.

A small, thin stick of doom.

"I wanted to tell you earlier," she said, beaming, "but I needed to be sure. This is the good news I told you I had for you."

She held it out with trembling fingers like it was a trophy.

My stomach dropped. Positive. The word stared at in tiny, soul-crushing letters.

"I’m pregnant," she whispered, as if revealing she’d won the lottery.

Silence fell on us.

I stared at the stick, then at her, then back at the stick. The universe tilted on its axis.

Rosa clasped her hands under her chin, eyes shining. "We’re going to have a baby, Axel! Our baby."

My knees threatened mutiny. My mouth opened, then closed. No words ca. My brain was dialing 911.

I forced a smile that felt like it had been stapled to my face. She was expecting. It wasn’t my child. I was not the one who slept with her.

But even though... didn’t that happen like a week ago? How on earth did she show already? Why was the pregnancy slip already positive?

"That’s... that’s amazing," I choked. "Wow. I an. Wow."

She twirled like a ballerina, her dress flaring dramatically. "I know! I knew you’d be excited!"

Excited? I felt like I’d been hit by a train driven by Satan himself.

My hands twitched at my sides. Inside, chaos roared. What did this an? Was it even real? Had she faked it? Was it the witch’s? Soone else’s?

"You okay?" she asked, pausing and twirling.

"Yeah! Totally," I said quickly. "Just... processing. That’s a lot of news. So fast. Like a surprise piñata to the face."

She laughed, delighted by my dazedness, and walked over to place the stick lovingly on her vanity like it was sacred.

"We should celebrate tonight," she added, voice rich with promise.

"I’ll... I’ll bring champagne," I replied, already plotting my escape.

{A|N}

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