Rejected by the Alpha, Claimed by his Brother

Chapter 295

~Axel’s Point of View~

Morning sunlight spilled through the gauzy curtains, stretching golden fingers across the bedspread. My eyes opened slowly, adjusting to the warm light... and there she was.

María José... where she was supposed to be.

She was still asleep, soft features relaxed in the deepest peace. Her dark lashes kissed the tops of her cheeks, and her lips were parted a little, her breathing slow and even. There was something almost sacred about the way she slept. As though the universe had paused time just to paint her like this.

My wife.

A slow smile tugged at the corners of my mouth. Mine.

I shifted slightly on the bed, careful not to disturb her. The memory of last night unfolded in my mind like a slow flame. You know, her hands on herself, the tremble of her thighs, the sounds she made as she broke apart right there in front of me. Watching her pleasure herself had been the most erotic thing I’d ever witnessed. She’d been so open with me, so free... so trusting.

But it ended there.

We never... completed it. I remember standing up, unbuttoning my shirt, about to climb over her—and then what? Did we fall asleep? That didn’t make sense.

I frowned slightly, brows furrowing.