Rejected by the Alpha, Claimed by his Brother

I let out a breath, my grip loosening on Luis Miguel but not entirely. Relief flooded through me, but it was tangled up in frustration, exhaustion, and the ever-present rage burning under my skin.

At least someone around here knew how to exist instead of just vanishing into thin air.

Luis Miguel’s face lit up, though his grin was nervous. "Beta Axel! Man, am I glad to see you."

For once, the feeling was mutual.

"Where the hell have you been?" we asked at the same time.

I narrowed my eyes. He looked tense, shifting on his feet like he was debating whether to run or stay put. My patience was barely there and I wasn’t even sure I had the time for Luis Miguel’s mischievousness right now, so I let him take the lead.

"Go on," I muttered. "You first."

Luis Miguel hesitated, glanced around like someone might be listening, then leaned in slightly. "It’s about yesterday."

A fresh wave of anxiety shot through me. I had a lot of reasons to be stressed about yesterday. It seemed yesterday had been a very crazy day for everyone.

"Be specific."

He wet his lips. "Last night, after we escorted María José..."