Rejected by the Alpha, Claimed by his Brother

"No." I shook my head quickly, gripping my scarf tightly. "I just... felt like wearing it."

Luis Miguel’s gaze remained on it for a second too long, but thankfully, he didn’t push.

Instead, he grinned. "Well, whatever. Get some rest, princesa."

The others nodded in agreement.

I pressed my lips together. Then, quietly, I said, "Thanks."

Pedro grinned. "For what?"

"For..." I exhaled, glancing at them. "I don’t know what changed you, but... I like this version."

There was a bit of silence as the boys glanced at each other, making sign language as though they were contemplating telling me something.

In the end, they didn’t. I wondered what it was but I wasn’t the type to poke nose and push people into saying what they’d rather not.

Gonzalo clutched his chest. "She likes us!"

Pedro pretended to wipe a tear. "So beautiful."