Rejected by the Alpha, Claimed by his Brother

~María José’s Point Of View~

The day Axel called Father out, he barely made it out the gate before the storm began.

My father stood frozen for a second, his chest rising and falling in quick succession with his nostrils flaring. That was something I liked to call; silence before the explosion.

And then it came.

"¡Maldita sea!" He roared, grabbing the closest thing in his reach—which happened to be a heavy wooden ashtray... and hurling it across the room. It hit the far wall with a crack, scattering ashes all over the floor.

I winced, but I didn’t dare move.

"Summon the men," he barked at one of his guards. "We’re going to the butcher’s."

The words sent a cold shiver down my spine.

I already knew what this meant. My father was about to make a scene, to stomp through the butchery like an angry bull and salvage whatever respect he believed I had single-handedly destroyed.

It was not about getting revenge or justice for the attempted harassment of me. It was solely about him.

But he wasn’t done with me yet. He turned to face me, his glare burning straight through me.