Rejected by the Alpha, Claimed by his Brother
Chapter 141: _ Spawn Of The Devil

Chapter 141: _ Spawn Of The Devil

~Luis’s Point Of View~

Axel had lost his goddamn mind.

Marry María José?

I let the words sink in, let them fester, let them poison the air around me like a slow-burning toxin. It was laughable, really. Did he think she belonged to him? That he could waltz into her life, wrap his arms around her, and claim her like some lovesick fool?

No.

She wasn’t his. She wasn’t anyone’s.

She was mine.

I sat there, gripping the armrests of my wheelchair so tightly that the wood groaned under the pressure. My knuckles were white, and my breath was slow and almost ragged. I had to keep the act up. The helpless, crippled cousin.

The silent observer. The one they all overlooked.

Axel was still talking, his voice filled with certainty, with plans, with fucking hope—as if he had a future with my María José. As if he had any right to utter her name with such confidence.

I wanted to laugh in his face, to tell him just how wrong he was. But I didn’t. Not yet.

Instead, I let myself sink into my mind, and let myself revel in the memories that were mine alone.

María José, with her green, wounded eyes. María José, with her bruised skin and timid smile. María José, standing in the dim, filthy pigsty, looking at me like I was the first person in her life who actually saw her.

I did see her.

I saw the way she twisted my insides, the way she unraveled me in ways no one ever had. She was soft, delicate—but not weak. She had survived things most people wouldn’t have. And it infuriated me that anyone had ever dared to put their hands on her. That anyone had ever dared to make her feel small.

She was meant to be cherished. Worshipped.

By me.

Not Axel. Not any other man.

Me.

I should be the one touching her. I should be the one making her feel safe, making her feel like she could breathe. I should be the one she turned to, the one she whispered secrets to in the dark, the one she trusted above all else.

And yet, here was Axel, sitting in front of me, talking about his future with her.

His.

My jaw clenched. My fingers twitched. My vision blurred with red. My eyes were so goddamn red.

I couldn’t take it anymore.

I needed to make him pay.

I lost every ounce of rational thinking and right now, the only thing that flew to my mind was revenge.

Revenge on Axel for putting his hands on her. For sinking his filthy fangs into her neck, for drinking her golden blood, and for daring to develop feelings for her after everything he put her through.

No. I’d die before I watched that happen. Over my dead body would I allow Axel to take what was mine.

My fingers curled into fists so tight my nails bit into my palms. My vision blurred as my breath came in slow inhales—don’t react yet, don’t kill him here.

I was going to get it together. I was going to miserably continue sitting in this wheelchair, play the part of the disabled cousin, and find a way to sabotage Axel and María José’s relationship later until he totally went overboard.

He had been saying nonsense about how he was sure she had a wolf. Until finally; today, I’ll claim her. I’ll show the entire pack how wrong they were about her – he’d said.

I lost it. Completely lost it. Nobody claims what belongs to Big Bad Daddy Luis!

No one except me was allowed to speak of María José in such a way or ever dare to do as much as hug her.

Axel’s voice faded into static as my focus shifted and my powers rose to the surface. The air around me shimmered, bending and twisting until an illusion of myself. As silent and as motionless as me, staring blankly, remained in the chair.

Should anyone look at the wheelchair, they’d see me still sitting miserably in it. However, that wasn’t me. It was a mere illusion. A trick of the light.

Meanwhile, the real me was already moving.

With a simple thought, I cloaked myself and made my presence vanish from sight. Silent as a shadow, I slipped behind Axel, watching his broad back as he continued his idiotic rambling.

"She deserves this," he was saying, oblivious. "A real chance. Not the life she’s been forced to live."

You think you can give her that?

I tilted my head, watching him like a predator watching prey. He really believed it. He really thought he was some kind of savior. That he would be the one to sweep her away from all of this.

A slow grin spread across my face.

Oh, how wrong he was.

Axel stiffened suddenly. His body went rigid, like some primal instinct had finally hit him and he could sense the presence behind him.

"Who’s there?" he asked, voice low, wary.

I didn’t answer.

Instead, I let my fingers elongate, stretching into the most unnatural version that they’d ever be. I never got the chance to be a werewolf, so I had no idea what it felt like to shift.

However, my master, the devil took my wolf and gave me something better... stronger. He made me in the image of his disciples.

A Demon.

Oh, and my demon form? It was enough to make anyone pee their pants. My claws were sharper than a thousand blades. And now, they were going to dig into stupid Axel’s neck.

Did he say he was going to claim María Josétoday? Pfft. Fat chance.

He turned his head—just a little. Enough to realize too late that he wasn’t alone. Enough for me to see the flicker of panic in his eyes.

Good.

Then, with one swift motion, I sliced his throat open.

The sound he made—oh, the sound. Big Bad Daddy Luis had never heard pain so beautifully sung.

It was a strangled gurgle. A desperate, wet gasp. His hands flew to his neck, his fingers pressing uselessly against the deep, gaping wound. Blood gushed between them, spilling over his skin, soaking his clothes, and pooling at his feet.

He staggered, his body jerking, his chest rising and falling in frantic, shallow breaths. His eyes darted around, trying to find his assailant, but failed.

Of course, they would. No one could see me unless I wanted them to. Axel really had no idea that Álvaro wasn’t his real opponent.

No.

His real opponent was a spawn of the devil. Unlike their useless Moon Goddess, my master took care of his own.