Rejected by the Alpha, Claimed by his Brother
Chapter 139: _ A Faceless Attack

Chapter 139: _ A Faceless Attack

I love her. I swear, I really think I do.

Luis sat motionless, his lifeless gaze still fixed ahead, while I stood before him, vibrating with my newly found epiphany.

"Luis," I declared, pacing back and forth with excitement. "Today is the day. I will prove that María José is not an Omega."

Luis Remained silent.

I smirked, unfazed. "They all think she’s weak. They think she’s just some pitiful little thing who doesn’t have a wolf and has been shunned by her Father. But today..." I jabbed a finger into my palm for emphasis. "Today, I will claim her. I will show the entire pack how wrong they were about her."

I felt a thrill at my own words. The image was already forming in my head: María José standing by my side, head held high, eyes fierce, no longer an outcast.

No longer someone to be looked down on. She’d be mine. And if she had a wolf—oh, the scandal, the satisfaction, the absolute chaos. My Father would have no reason to reject her as my mate.

My mate. Hugo... is she our mate?

Suddenly, a chill crawled down my spine.

I stiffened. The hair on my arms rose.Something was wrong.

The air in the room suddenly became heavy and suffocating. Like I wasn’t alone. I mean, I wasn’t alone since Luis was here, but something felt off.

Like something else was here. Behind me.

I turned my head sharply, eyes narrowing.

"Who’s there?"

I saw and heard nothing.

But I wasn’t imagining this. I could feel them. A presence. A weight pressing against my senses. Too close. Watching.

I straightened, my muscles tensing. "Show yourself," I ordered with a growl.

At first, the silence stared back at me... until...

SHNK.

Pain exploded in my neck.

A very sharp and cold blade sliced into my flesh, searing through my muscle and tendon, sawing toward my spine.

My breath ceased. For a split second, I couldn’t even process it—couldn’t comprehend that someone had just tried to behead me.

I staggered forward, my hand flying to my throat as warm blood gushed out in violent spurts. My vision blurred. A wet, gurgling sound escaped me, followed by a splatter of red on the floor.

What—?

My lungs convulsed, choking on the sheer force of the wound, and I whirled around to see who my attacker was but there was nobody.

My pulse thundered in my ears, drowning out my own ragged and wheezing breaths. I darted my gaze in every direction; up, down, to the side but I saw nothing. The room was empty except for...

Luis.

Luis was still sitting in his wheelchair. Still completely unbothered.

I choked on another mouthful of blood, my body spasming from the sheer shock of the attack. My knees wobbled as my vision dimmed at the edges.

Hugo was handling this well.

My wolf blood was already working, but healing from something this deep was agony. Every cell in my body screamed as my muscles stitched themselves back together in slow, excruciating increments.

I gasped out what could be called a ragged and animalistic noise. A torn-open throat wasn’t exactly easy to recover from, even for an Alpha-born like me. My body convulsed with the effort, the wound tightening and sealing inch by agonizing inch...

But the pain.

The pain.

I collapsed onto my knees, barely catching myself in trembling arms. A new wave of blood spilled onto the floor, warm and sticky between my fingers.

My breathing came in rapid and shallow pants as the burning throbbed through my entire body.

Who did this to me? What could have been my offense? They obviously were cloaked in an invisibility spell.

Hold up... was it the witch I overheard Don Diego and that darn elder talking about?

I whipped my head around again but still saw nothing.

No footsteps. No shifting shadows. No goddamn scent.

Luis hadn’t moved. Not even a whiff of surprise. Not a muscle twitched. If anything... he looked bored.

My heartbeat pounded like a war drum as primal instinct screamed at me; this wasn’t normal. This wasn’t just some coward’s sneak attack.

This was something else.

A sharp cry tore from my throat as another bolt of agony shot through me.

Was I going to die? I think I’m going to die.

My entire body was shaking now. I gritted my teeth, trying to form words, but nothing came out except a wet, gargled sound.

I heard the sound of someone shuffling inside before...

"¡Dios mío!" Rosario’s voice, shrill and horrified, boomed in the air.

The door slammed open as she rushed inside, her eyes blown wide at the sight before her.

"Oh, mi niño," she gasped. She clutched her chest, her breath coming fast. "What—what happened to you?! Who—who did this?!"

Good question, Rosario. I’d love to know.

I groaned, pressing a bloodied hand to the floor as I tried to keep myself upright.

Rosario hurried to my side, her hands hovering over me, but she didn’t dare touch me. She was afraid.I was afraid.

"You’re—" Her voice cracked. "Señor Axel, you’re bleeding so much."

I gave a weak chuckle. "Yeah," I rasped.

The sound was wet and sickly. I swallowed, but it only made the pain worse. The pain only got worse.

I clenched my jaw against the pain, forcing out a hoarse growl. "Forget that... just—" I coughed, spitting more blood onto the floor. "Just get me a towel or something."

"What?! No! You need a healer!"

"No healers. I can handle it."

She blinked at me in pure disbelief. "Señor Axel, your throat was almost ripped open! Even with your healing, this will take time!"

I gritted my teeth, forcing myself to stand. My legs shook, my entire body drenched in sweat. I clenched my fists, breathing heavily through my nose.

"I don’t care."

Rosario’s eyes widened. "You’re being ridiculous. I should alert the Alpha!"

"No." My voice came out rough and broken. I grabbed her wrist, staining her skin with my blood. "Don’t—don’t call him."

"But you’re badly hurt!" she exclaimed, eyes darting from my wound to my face like she wasn’t sure which sight was worse.

I sucked in a shaky breath, wincing as the pain spiked again. "Just... just help me dress it. That’s all."

Rosario seemed skeptical, her body shivering like she was the one who had half of her throat torn open and not me.

She respected me. I was the Alpha’s son. But more than that—she was terrified. She had never seen me like this.

Neither had I.

She swallowed hard and nodded. "Okay," she whispered. "Okay, niño. I’ll help you."

I leaned against her, my strength draining fast. My entire body felt cold and weak. My own blood slicked my hands, my clothes, and the floor beneath me.

And through it all...

Luis sat there. Silent. Watching.

I looked at him again, my breathing ragged. His expression hadn’t changed. How come there were no reactions from Luis even as he witnessed this all?

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