Rejected by the Alpha, Claimed by his Brother
Chapter 153: _ Putting Camilla in Her Place

Chapter 153: _ Putting Camilla in Her Place

The moment I left María José’s room, I was fuming.

Not at myself, no. That would be ridiculous. My only regret was stopping. I should have bitten her. I should have branded her as mine, should have made sure Axel would never look at her again without seeing my mark on her skin.

But no, I had to grow a conscience at the worst possible time.

I needed air. I needed a distraction. I needed to hurt something.

And as luck would have it, my distraction arrived in the form of Camilla De la Vega, María José’s pompous, spoiled, second-rate older sister.

Just a few feet ahead, standing in the wide hallway with her arms crossed over her chest, was Camilla.

The one with her nose so high in the air it was a miracle she hadn’t drowned in the last rainstorm.

The one who had been fortunate enough to be born into power but lacked the brain cells to wield it properly.

She was talking to a maid, and with her gestures and tone, anyone could tell she was planning mischievousness.

"...And you will do as I say," she was hissing, her nails tapping against her arm. "María José is hiding in that room like a coward, and I want her out. So, you..." she jabbed a finger at the poor girl’s chest, "...will go inside and pretend you need something. Then, when she comes out, we’ll see if she still dares to disrespect me."

The maid, who was a small thing with trembling hands, nodded quickly. She wasn’t even trying to protest. Smart girl. Camilla wasn’t the type to accept disobedience.

Ah.

So, not only was María José crying because of me, but now this wretched, prancing aristocrat wanted to make her life even more miserable?

Over my dead body.

Stepping out of the shadows, I spoke.

"You want to stress María José?"

Camilla jumped so violently that she nearly headbutted the chandelier above her. The maid let out a squeak, clutching at her apron like it was the only thing keeping her from collapsing.

I bit back a smirk.

Camilla turned chalk white in rage. "¡Maldito sea! Who do you think you are, jumping in like that?"

I leaned against the doorframe, crossing my arms lazily. "I didn’t jump in, you were just too busy plotting against your sister to notice me."

The maid’s eyes widened as she gasped.

Camilla’s dark eyes narrowed, her lips curling in disgust. "Do you have any idea who you’re talking to?"

I tilted my head, pretending to think. "Hmmm. Let’s see. Arrogant? Check. Pompous? Check. As full of herself as a fat tick on a dog’s ass? Definitely." I grinned. "You must be Camilla De la Vega, the dumb and pompous second daughter of the family."

The silence that followed was beautiful.

The maid looked like she was contemplating throwing herself out the nearest window just to avoid the impending explosion. Camilla, on the other hand, turned into a deep shade of red. Her nostrils flared like an enraged bull.

"How dare you..."

She didn’t finish the sentence.

Because she slapped me.

I felt the sting across my cheek sharply, but I didn’t flinch. Instead, I stared at her, absorbing the rage on her face, the way she stood taller, proud, as if she had just struck down an insect.

She would pay for that, but not in the way she expected. I wasn’t some weak little omega who would tremble and grovel at her feet. No, I was Luis Montenegro, professional menace, destroyer of egos, and future ruler of María José’s heart.

Oh, Camilla.

You have no idea what you’ve just done.

I smiled slowly. Not a friendly smile. No, this was the kind of smile that made men sweat and made weaker creatures piss themselves.

"You shouldn’t have done that."

Camilla scoffed. "And what are you going to do about it?"

I let out a nasal breath. "Nothing. Not yet. But, Camilla?" I leaned in just enough for her to catch the glint in my eyes. "I’m going to make your life miserable. Every. Single. Day."

She scoffed, flipping her blonde hair backward. "I ask again, do you have an idea who you’re speaking to?"

I straightened, adjusting my sleeves. "I’m sure I already answered that. But for now, let’s continue this little chat. You were saying something about luring María José out?"

"And how is that any of your business?!"

"It’s my business to put stupid women who think the world revolves around them because they have a wealthy father in their places!"

Her eye twitched. "You dare to mention my father? Oh, Dios, you just signed your death wish. But tell me, who even are you?"

I knew she wanted to know who I was just to come capture me later or report me to her father who would definitely see to my illegal execution.

The problem was, this was Mateo’s form, not mine. Hence, they’d be capturing Mateo. Poor man... he was going to get punished for things he knew nothing of.

Well, I needed him gone to effectively use his form. Two Mateos couldn’t be walking around the pack. It was only a matter of time before someone discovered it.

I might as well let Don Diego do the work for me. Oh, Mateo... sorry, buddy.

Your offense was being at the wrong place at the wrong time.

I gasped dramatically at Camilla. "You don’t know me? I’m wounded, truly. I am a packhouse guard, of course!"

Camilla’s lips curved in disgust. "A guard? That’s even worse."

I pressed a hand to my heart. "Worse? Mi cielito, I am more noble than you."

She scoffed. "You? A lowly guard? More noble than me?"

"Oh, of course. You see, I have something called morals—a rare trait among de la Vega women, I hear."

The maid wheezed but regretted it immediately when Camilla shot her a death glare.

She looked murderous as she yelled; "I should have you thrown out for that."

I shrugged. "You should have a lot of things, mi reina, but what you actually have is a jealousy problem."

"Jealousy? Of what?" Her large eyes which looked a lot like María José’s popped open wider:

I smirked. "Of María José, obviously."

She laughed. "Oh, please. Why would I ever want to be like María José?"

"Good question!" I agreed. "Why would you want to be like the girl who was your late mother’s favorite? The one who had more followers on social media than you even though she hasn’t been online for months? The one who used to be your father’s favorite? The one who, despite being ’weak, useless, and wolfless,’ still captured the heart of Álvaro—the same Álvaro you’re supposed to be marrying in twenty-one days?"

Camilla stopped laughing.

Oh.

Oh, that one got her.