Rejected by the Alpha, Claimed by his Brother

~Axel’s Point Of View~

After leaving Luis alone, I had intended to just go for a little sightseeing since I hadn’t been around in the pack for over five years. I remember how Mom had called, manipulating me into coming home for Álvaro’s Luna Wolf hunt.

I didn’t give a damn about my pompous brother. I’d rather sit my ass at home!

The call had started innocently enough—her soft, sweet "Hijo mío," mused so sweetly in a way that usually meant trouble.

I should’ve hung up. I really should’ve.

"It’s your duty as a brother, Axel," she had said.

"Duty?" I’d snorted, pacing in my luxury apartment at Canary Wharf. "Since when has Álvaro treated me like a brother? If anything, mamá, he’s always treated me like a thorn, just like the rest of you."

I could almost picture her saying: maybe because you are.

"You are brothers whether you like it or not. I gave birth to both of you. You share blood. Do you think that means nothing?"

Ah, yes, the blood argument. Classic mamá.

"Well, congratulations on the biology lesson, mamá. Next time, try giving a class on fairness to your beloved Álvaro."