Rejected by the Alpha, Claimed by his Brother

Before I could even think about taking my bag, Ruben grabbed it. "We’re taking you there."

Luis Miguel, who was still eerily quiet, took my second bag without a word.

Pedro clapped his hands together. "Alright, let’s move! La reina needs an escort!"

I huffed a laugh, following them down the street.

As we walked, they kept throwing me glances, their old teasing nature creeping back in.

"You know," Gonzalo mused, "the scar actually makes you look kinda..."

"Careful," I warned.

"...mysterious," he finished still.

Pedro nodded. "Like a tragic beauty."

Ruben smirked. "A femme fatale."

I rolled my eyes, but the warmth in my chest was undeniable.