Rejected by the Alpha, Claimed by his Brother
Chapter 151: _ She’s Mine to Mark

Chapter 151: _ She’s Mine to Mark

María José... she said it.

The one thing she should never have said.

"I will never believe your words," she whispered, her voice stronger than before. "Axel has proven to me time and time again that he cares. He would never do anything to hurt me."

My entire world fell apart after hearing those words. For a moment, all I could hear was the rush of blood in my ears.

Never?

Never?

My lips twitched. My fingers curled.

Oh, mi flor.

You shouldn’t have said that.

I lost it. My emotions went into overdrive.

I let out a low chuckle, and then, without warning, I grabbed her by the waist and spun her around, slamming her back against the wooden wall with a force that rattled the entire room.

She gasped, her eyes flying wide. I watched her hands reaching up to push me away. She still hadn’t learned who the master was, had she?

She was the fragile flower... I was her one and only Messiah.

I caught her hands effortlessly and pinned them above her head with one hand.

With the other, I traced a tender line down her trembling throat, stopping just shy of the mark... the mark that didn’t belong to me.

A mark that shouldn’t exist.

My jaw clenched.

"I wonder," I murmured, tilting my head. "Would Axel still want you if I did this?"

María José’s eyes darted around, asking me without saying a word; if you did what? Please, don’t ruin my chances with Axel.

I was going to do the exact opposite.

And before she could find her voice, before she could even think, I kissed her.

Hard.

It wasn’t a kiss of passion.

It wasn’t a kiss of love.

It was a punishment. A lesson. A scar carved in the shape of my lips.

María José thrashed against me, her muffled protests vibrating against my mouth, but I didn’t care.

She needed to understand.

She needed to learn.

Axel wasn’t her salvation. I was.

I dragged my hands down, gripping the fabric of her dress tightly, and then I yanked it off. The sound of tearing fabric filled the room and I manically laughed as a soundtrack.

María José let out a panicked cry, her body twisting wildly beneath me. SHE whimpered against my lips, her whole body shuddering, but I didn’t stop. I couldn’t.

She had done this to herself.

Her words still rang in my ears, poisoning me, infecting me like a sickness. Axel would never do anything to hurt me.

Never? Never?

I almost laughed again. A broken sound tore from my throat instead.

How dare she? How dare she put another man’s name in her mouth while I was standing right in front of her? How dare she let Axel—that arrogant bastard... bite her, mark her, taint her, yet look at me like I was the monster?

My grip on her wrists tightened, and she winced. Her breathing grew louder, her pulse fluttering beneath my fingers, so delicate and fragile like the wings of a dying moth.

And yet, despite her struggling, despite her trembling... she was still the most beautiful thing I had ever seen.

Her dress hung from her shoulders in tatters. She writhed, trying to free herself, but I only pressed her harder against the wall, drinking in the way her chest rose and fell, the way her flushed skin glowed in the soft light.

She was mine.

She just didn’t know it yet.

I let my lips brush the shell of her ear as I whispered, "Tell me, mi flor... why should I let you go?"

She sucked in a shaky breath. "Mateo, please..."

"Why should I, hm?" I dragged my knuckles along her collarbone, then lower, reveling in the way she recoiled. "You let Axel sink his teeth into you. Axel. And what did he give you in return? A proposal? A promise? No... nothing. Nothing. And yet, you let him have you. You let him claim you in all the ways that matter."

Her head shook violently. "I-It’s not like that—"

Was she even trying to lie further? How deep was the damage Axel had done to her?!

"Not like that? Then what was it like, mi flor?" My fingers trailed down, pressing into the skin just above her waist. The way she remained bare skin like that, half naked and so vulnerable made her look like the most fuckable little thing in the world.

Argh, how much my cock ached to ground her. I needed to do this. I needed to give her the best first time of her life. If only she had an idea how skillful I was in the art of pleasuring a woman, she wouldn’t think about Axel twice afterward.

Axel. Axel. Axel...

"Was it love? Was it devotion?" I scoffed. "No. It was shameful, wasn’t it? You shamelessly let him touch you, let him bite you. So why not do the same with me?"

Her whole body tensed.

She felt the truth behind my words.

Good.

She tried to twist away, tried to press herself as far back against the wall as possible, but there was nowhere to go.

I owned this space.

I owned her.

"Mateo, please..."

I laughed. A real, delighted laugh.

It was so pitiful.

So funny.

She thought begging would work. She thought I was Axel, that I had a conscience, that I could be swayed by a few tears and desperate pleas.

I shoved my knee between her thighs, forcing her legs apart. Oh, my... the warmth that filled my thigh from that gap between her legs?

It was the chillest warmth I’d ever felt... if that made sense.

María José choked out a sob, recoiling as if my touch burned her.

I liked that.

I let my fingers work around her bare skin, dragging over the curve of her hip, up her ribcage, then down, down, down—so slow, so possessive, until I reached the fabric that still shielded the last of her dignity.

Her rosy panties.

She wasn’t even breathing anymore.

I could hear her pulse violently thumping against my ears, fast and panicked and so sweet.

"Ah," I murmured, pressing a palm over her panties. "You’re not answering, mi flor." My fingers started drawing circles just above her vagina. "Is it because you know I’m right?"

She let out a sob, her lips quivering, her body shaking so violently now that it was making me tremble. She tried to click her legs shut, but her strength was no match for a demon’s.

I continued to play around with her clits, rubbing them like they were Jam on bread. I wondered if they’d taste better than jam.

I guess there was only one way to find out...