Rejected by the Alpha, Claimed by his Brother

I had made a mistake. A terrible, horrible, irreversible mistake.

I had laughed.

And now, Luis Miguel and his pack of reformed hyenas thought they had won.

But I wasn’t that easy. They put me through so much and thought I’d forgive them after a street concert? They were in for a shock.

So, I did what any self-respecting, still-holding-a-grudge girl would do. I ignored them.

Completely.

I turned around, hoisted the trash higher in my arms—ignoring the way my muscles screamed in protest, and walked away like they had never burst into a full-blown musical number for me.

The silence behind me lasted all of three seconds.

Then...

"Wait, wait, wait, hold on—" Gonzalo was the first to get a grip.

I heard his hurried footsteps, followed by the distinct sound of someone tripping over nothing.