Rejected by the Alpha, Claimed by his Brother Chapter 302: He Will Burn

The door clicked shut.

That soft, final sound was louder than any scream. It echoed in my bones like a gunshot. My legs buckled beneath , and I sank to the floor, arms wrapped around myself like I could hold in the pieces as I shattered.

How could everything go so wrong... so fast?

Just hours ago, we were wrapped in each other, swearing forever. He’d whispered promises against my skin, told he loved like it was the most natural truth in the universe. And I believed him—because I loved him too. I still did.

But now all that love had turned into a shadow. Suspicion. Doubt.

How do you defend yourself against sothing you don’t even rember? Against sothing that might not have happened—but could have?

The room still slled like Axel. Like musk and eucalyptus and safety. But now it was laced with sothing sour. Grief.

I crawled to the bed, barely able to breathe, and pulled the sheets around . They were still warm from his body. I buried my face in them, desperate for the comfort I knew was gone.

"Why would Ignacio do this to ?"

The na burned my lips.

He was my friend. My protector. Or at least... I’d thought so. He’d been there through everything—through the pressure, the ceremonies, the arranged marriage that had never been about love. He said he cared. That he wanted to help .

Was that all a lie?

Had he violated while pretending to be my savior?

The thought made my stomach churn. I crawled to the bathroom on trembling legs and barely made it to the toilet before the nausea exploded out of . I heaved until there was nothing left, my whole body shaking.

It wasn’t just the physical reaction. It was the fear. The sha. The doubt.

Because what if Axel was right?

What if sothing had been taken from —stolen, while I was too drugged or enchanted or broken to rember? What if Ignacio had claid sothing that wasn’t his, and I was walking around oblivious?

And worse...

What if that was the reason Axel looked at like a stranger now?

I sat on the cold bathroom tiles, my arms wrapped around my knees. For a while, I didn’t cry. I couldn’t. I just sat there. Hollow. Numb. Like my heart had left with him.

Then, the tears ca like a storm. I wept until I couldn’t breathe.

I don’t know how long I stayed on the floor. When I finally moved, the sun had started to rise, casting pale light across the tiles. I dragged myself to the sink and stared at the girl in the mirror.

My eyes were swollen. My lips chapped from crying. My skin pale.

But what scared most was the emptiness in my gaze.

I turned on the tap and splashed cold water on my face, trying to wake myself up—trying to feel like myself again. But the hollow ache in my chest didn’t go away.

I had to know the truth.

If Axel was wrong, I needed proof.

And if he was right...

Then Ignacio was going to burn.

The door clicked shut.

That soft, final sound was louder than any scream. It echoed in my bones like a gunshot. My legs buckled beneath , and I sank to the floor, arms wrapped around myself like I could hold in the pieces as I shattered.

How could everything go so wrong... so fast?

Just hours ago, we were wrapped in each other, swearing forever. He’d whispered promises against my skin, told he loved like it was the most natural truth in the universe. And I believed him—because I loved him too. I still did.

But now all that love had turned into a shadow. Suspicion. Doubt.

How do you defend yourself against sothing you don’t even rember? Against sothing that might not have happened—but could have?

The room still slled like Axel. Like musk and eucalyptus and safety. But now it was laced with sothing sour. Grief.

I crawled to the bed, barely able to breathe, and pulled the sheets around . They were still warm from his body. I buried my face in them, desperate for the comfort I knew was gone.

"Why would Ignacio do this to ?"

The na burned my lips.

He was my friend. My protector. Or at least... I’d thought so. He’d been there through everything—through the pressure, the ceremonies, the arranged marriage that had never been about love. He said he cared. That he wanted to help .

Was that all a lie?

Had he violated while pretending to be my savior?

The thought made my stomach churn. I crawled to the bathroom on trembling legs and barely made it to the toilet before the nausea exploded out of . I heaved until there was nothing left, my whole body shaking.

It wasn’t just the physical reaction. It was the fear. The sha. The doubt.

Because what if Axel was right?

What if sothing had been taken from —stolen, while I was too drugged or enchanted or broken to rember? What if Ignacio had claid sothing that wasn’t his, and I was walking around oblivious?

And worse...

What if that was the reason Axel looked at like a stranger now?

I sat on the cold bathroom tiles, my arms wrapped around my knees. For a while, I didn’t cry. I couldn’t. I just sat there. Hollow. Numb. Like my heart had left with him.

Then, the tears ca like a storm. I wept until I couldn’t breathe.

I don’t know how long I stayed on the floor. When I finally moved, the sun had started to rise, casting pale light across the tiles. I dragged myself to the sink and stared at the girl in the mirror.

My eyes were swollen. My lips chapped from crying. My skin pale.

But what scared most was the emptiness in my gaze.

I turned on the tap and splashed cold water on my face, trying to wake myself up—trying to feel like myself again. But the hollow ache in my chest didn’t go away.

I had to know the truth.

If Axel was wrong, I needed proof.

And if he was right...

Then Ignacio was going to burn.

The door clicked shut.

That soft, final sound was louder than any scream. It echoed in my bones like a gunshot. My legs buckled beneath , and I sank to the floor, arms wrapped around myself like I could hold in the pieces as I shattered.

How could everything go so wrong... so fast?

Just hours ago, we were wrapped in each other, swearing forever. He’d whispered promises against my skin, told he loved like it was the most natural truth in the universe. And I believed him—because I loved him too. I still did.

But now all that love had turned into a shadow. Suspicion. Doubt.

How do you defend yourself against sothing you don’t even rember? Against sothing that might not have happened—but could have?

The room still slled like Axel. Like musk and eucalyptus and safety. But now it was laced with sothing sour. Grief.

I crawled to the bed, barely able to breathe, and pulled the sheets around . They were still warm from his body. I buried my face in them, desperate for the comfort I knew was gone.

"Why would Ignacio do this to ?"

The na burned my lips.

He was my friend. My protector. Or at least... I’d thought so. He’d been there through everything—through the pressure, the ceremonies, the arranged marriage that had never been about love. He said he cared. That he wanted to help .

Was that all a lie?

Had he violated while pretending to be my savior?

The thought made my stomach churn. I crawled to the bathroom on trembling legs and barely made it to the toilet before the nausea exploded out of . I heaved until there was nothing left, my whole body shaking.

It wasn’t just the physical reaction. It was the fear. The sha. The doubt.

Because what if Axel was right?

What if sothing had been taken from —stolen, while I was too drugged or enchanted or broken to rember? What if Ignacio had claid sothing that wasn’t his, and I was walking around oblivious?

And worse...

What if that was the reason Axel looked at like a stranger now?

I sat on the cold bathroom tiles, my arms wrapped around my knees. For a while, I didn’t cry. I couldn’t. I just sat there. Hollow. Numb. Like my heart had left with him.

Then, the tears ca like a storm. I wept until I couldn’t breathe.

I don’t know how long I stayed on the floor. When I finally moved, the sun had started to rise, casting pale light across the tiles. I dragged myself to the sink and stared at the girl in the mirror.

My eyes were swollen. My lips chapped from crying. My skin pale.

But what scared most was the emptiness in my gaze.

I turned on the tap and splashed cold water on my face, trying to wake myself up—trying to feel like myself again. But the hollow ache in my chest didn’t go away.

I had to know the truth.

If Axel was wrong, I needed proof.

And if he was right...

Then Ignacio was going to burn.