Rejected by the Alpha, Claimed by his Brother

I knew Axel must have fucked her. No one needed to tell me. A man and a plenty cute lady all alone in an apartment? At this hour?

The ache that bloomed inside me then was sharp and deep and stupid. I wanted to tear Mateo’s skin off my body, claw at it until I could bleed freely again—Luis blood, not this polished Mateo make-believe.

I wanted to storm the house and demand to know why she’d let Axel in again. But I couldn’t. Because I knew why.

The thought that I would also pin her on the wall, thrusting hard into her from behind until she was screaming: "¡Oh, sí, Luis! ¡Qué papi tan malo!" at the top of her lungs should have calmed me a little and compensated me, but now, I couldn’t even do that.

Why? Because I had been subjected to the absurd task of helping her marry another man.

Argh...

Get a hold of yourself, Luis. What does a little pain matter when victory is yours in the end?

But María José was to become Axel’s bride in four days? In the exactness of this moment, the tower clock chimes, signaling the commencement of a new day.

I nearly vomited. It was three. Three days to the wedding. Three days until Axel marries María José.

I didn’t realize until a tiny beady droplet splattered on my pinky when it struck me. A tear.

I, Big Bad Daddy Luis, had just shed a tear. My heart wrenched so bad, I wanted to rip it off tonight for a change.