Rejected by the Alpha, Claimed by his Brother Chapter 293: Unfurling Her Flower

~Luis’s Point Of View~

The ranch was a palace of secrets tonight, and I was its most unwanted guest. Álvaro and Camilla’s bickering drifted behind . It was aningless noise compared to the symphony playing through the keyhole.

I crouched, heart beating with delicious fury and hunger. Through the tiny crack, I saw them. Or rather, I peeked. I watched.

Axel’s hands were gliding over María José like she was a fragile work of art. She was, but not his work of art. His touch was soft but possessive, the way only a wolf who claid his mate could be.

My blood boiled.

How dare he? And yet, I couldn’t tear my eyes away. Every moan, every flinch, every tremor that rippled through her body infuriated . I should be the one making her lose herself like that.

Axel leaned in, lips grazing her skin, and my fingers curled into fists. But then, my demon was hungry. My cock hardened with cruel delight seeing her in all her glory like that.

She writhed. She whimpered. She wanted.

The sick thrill of watching her succumb while Axel commanded her body was almost too much. When Axel lowered his mouth to her pussy, trailing worship over her, the savage part of howled to break down the door, to rip Axel away and claim what should have been mine.

But no. This was better. Watching her lose herself like this? Watching him lose control?

I shifted, pressing my hand beneath my jeans to pull my erection out. I began to stroke it up and down in fast strides, jerking off while trying to stop the low groan that escaped .

Thankfully, it mingled with the muffled sounds through the door. This was my hunt, and my prize on the horizon.

Then ca the mont. When María José’s trembling fingers danced over herself, coaxing moans that made my stomach twist, I lost it. I ca, hot and desperate, swallowed by the obscene pleasure of her masturbation, even if I wasn’t the one touching her.

The swell of my release left shaky, and panting, but there was no relief in my chest. Just burning jealousy.

And then—Axel pulled his shirt over his head. Hell, no bro. There’s no way I’m letting you do that, you motherfucker.

It’s ti.

I extended a hand, fingertips grazing the wooden fra, and whispered, "Freeze."

Ti slamd to a halt. Dust motes hung motionless, breaths paused mid-exhale, and I stepped through the frozen mont with the confidence of a predator stalking a frozen kill.

I stood before Axel who was frozen in a perfect mont of vulnerability. A twisted smile curled on my lips.

I grabbed him and set him down gently, making sure no trace remained of my intrusion. I would have loved to throw him across the room, but then, that would leave a mark and they’d wonder where he got it from.

Eventually, they’d deduce Ignacio was here. And plan to figure out what I wanted. It was only a matter of ti before they’d figure it out. Hence, I needed to leave no trace.

I pulled Axel’s clothes and sent him into a deep sleep, his body collapsing like a puppet with its strings cut.

Now, I was him after taking his form.

I brushed my fingers through the fabric, tested the weight of his presence in this skin, and then pulled it on.

This was it. This was the mont when I claid what was mine. Of course, it was not the way I wanted it to be, but beggars couldn’t be choosers.

Especially when a lifeti was promised and awaited.

"Now," I grinned... his grin, slow and crooked and laced with just enough mischief to be believable. "to the agenda of the day..."

Her answering smile nearly undid .

She opened to , body glowing in the candlelight like sothing sacred. I swallowed, hard, not from nerves. No, what I felt was closer to reverence. Triumph. I moved toward her, wearing Axel’s skin like a second chance at life.

She thought it was him. She wanted it to be him. But tonight, she was mine.

She reached for , innocent and eager, and the mont her fingertips brushed my chest, my breath seized. So trusting. So soft. If only she knew the monster standing before her. If only she knew it was —Luis, who would be her first, her only, her everything after tonight.

I lowered myself over her slowly, savoring the warmth of her thighs against my hips, the way her breath hitched as I kissed her neck, mimicking Axel’s rhythm, his touch, his voice. I’d watched him long enough. I knew every inch of his arrogance, and every pattern in his seduction.

But unlike Axel, I didn’t just touch her, I devoured her.

"You’re so beautiful," I whispered against her throat, my voice cracking with the weight of obsession. "So good... so perfect like this."

She gasped as I sucked a mark into her collarbone, her legs wrapping around in complete trust. Her body welcod as it knew .

And that... that was the sweetest lie.

I slid a hand down between her thighs, fingers brushing her slit. She was still soaked, wet from her earlier high, and when she moaned my na... his na—I nearly lost control.

But I didn’t. I understood the situation. I took my ti.

I slid my fingers inside her, stretching her gently, curling in the way I’d seen him do... watched him do, and she arched, her back lifting from the bed. Her moans were high and breathless, like the sound of my victory.

"Axel," she gasped, eyes fluttering. "Please."

She was begging for rcy, begging him for rcy, not . Yet, I understood. That was the depth of my love for her. I could understand whatever cranky situation as long as it ant spending ti with her and having her to myself.

Doesn’t an I still didn’t want to growl or correct her. But instead, I smiled. That sa smile.

"Yes, mi cielo," I purred. "I’m right here."

When I entered her, I did it slow... agonizingly slow because my innocent flower was intact. So fucking tight.

I let every inch of her wrap around like she was made for it. Because she was. I was the first to take her like this. Not Axel. Never Axel.

. Luis.