Rejected by the Alpha, Claimed by his Brother
Chapter 242: _ I’m Carrying Your Child

Chapter 242: _ I’m Carrying Your Child

I blinked rapidly, feeling my stomach dropping like a stone. Álvaro—my younger brother. Yeah, he was a pompous, arrogant little bastard most days, but he was still my flesh and blood. He’s Camilla’s fiancé, too.

Rosa’s sister’s fiancé. And she wanted me to... what? Kill him?

I shook my head, my voice cracking with disbelief. "What the hell are you talking about, Rosa? You want me to kill my own brother? Álvaro might drive me crazy, but he’s still my brother. And Camilla... your sister—is about to marry him. You want me to murder him over an heir? Over a damn ultimatum?"

My voice rose, sharper now, fury breaking through the disbelief. "What kind of monster even suggests that?"

She didn’t flinch. Not even a little. Her eyes narrowed, but her smile was cold, calm... like she’d just told me we were out of milk.

"Axel, amor, you have to understand. This is the only way. If you don’t act now, Camilla might give Álvaro a son before you can." She leaned in close, brushing her lips over the shell of my ear, her voice smooth like silk over steel. "It’s about power. About control. It’s a necessary sacrifice. And once you’re in charge... you’ll thank me."

I stepped back like her words had burned me. My heart thudded hard against my ribs. "No," I growled in a raw and finally tone. "That’s insane."

She’d crossed a line. A line I didn’t even know existed until she casually stepped over it with her heels clicking and her smile intact.

I was here on a mission, but there was a damn limit to the things I could tolerate. My only regret was not recording this conversation in the first place. My phone was left in my car.

If I had brought it in, I’d have clicked on record and take this as a solid evidence to use against her.

I turned, rage boiling in my veins, ready to walk away and put an entire city between us. "I’m done with this conversation," I muttered through clenched teeth. "You’ve lost your damn mind, Rosa."

But before I could take a step, her hand firmly clamped around my arm.

"You’re not going anywhere," she hissed, voice dropping to that lethal softness she used when she wanted to make something sound like a gift when it was really a threat.

"You’re mine now, Axel. And you better start getting used to it."

Like hell I am.

My wolf was snarling beneath, angry, irritated, and disgusted.

Hugo growled inside me. "She’s a viper, Axel. Get out of her grasp. She’ll poison everything."

But I knew better than to make a scene. Not yet. Not now.

"I’m carrying your child," she whispered in my ear like it was a dagger to the chest. "And that’s all that matters. Forget María José. I’ve seen the way you look at her and though you might claim to love me, I don’t really think it’s true. Maybe you’re doing this to make her jealous or something."

Oh, Rosa, you have no idea, honey.

"She’s nothing but a worthless little Omega. You used to look at her like she was the only star in your sky. But she’s gone. She’s disowned, ugly, and nothing. And I’m here."

I clenched my jaw, my pulse hammering. She was pushing, harder than ever, digging into the part of me that still ached every time I thought of everything María José’s had been through.

How dare she try to tap into that? Try to paint María José as pathetic when she was the devious one? Someone needed to teach this woman a lesson.

Gosh, she was so disgusting to say the least.

"I’m giving you a future," She went on, voice syrup-sweet. "Power. Legacy. Everything you ever wanted. And you’ll forget her. You’ll forget all of her."

My hands curled into fists at my sides. I wanted to scream. To shift. To tear something down. But I forced myself to breathe. Forced myself to remember who I was—what I still wanted and why I was doing this: And it wasn’t her.

She smirked like she had me pinned. "You see, Axel," she purred, her voice coated in venom and pride, "I’m already carrying your child. She can’t give you that. She never could. She’s weak, Axel. You don’t need her. You need me."

Every word scraped down my spine like glass. I felt sick. But I wouldn’t let her see it. She’s a crazy woman.

How did she grow up to become so horrible?

I pulled out of her grasp like I was tearing off a second skin, turning to face her with all the fire still simmering inside me. "I’m done here, Rosa. You think you’ve got control over me, but you don’t. I’m not your puppet. You’re not my future. You’re just a mistake waiting to happen."

I started walking again, needing air and needing out. But her voice followed like the snap of a whip.

"You’ll come back to me, Axel. They always do. And when you do... remember this—you’re mine. You can’t run from this. Our wedding will happen in four days and our child will be with us in some months after."

Fuck playing the good fiancé. I’d rather die.

I didn’t stop to look at her. Didn’t look back. My fists were tight, my steps uneven with all the fury building inside me. She thought she had me. Maybe she thought the baby gave her a crown to wear. But I wasn’t hers.

And no matter what lies she spun or what poison she tried to pour down my throat—I’d never leave María José. Not a chance in hell.

I stormed out of there and didn’t stop until I was safely out of that cursed villa and finally, the entire estate itself.

I paused right outside to catch my breath, almost wheezing as Rosa’s venomous words played over and over again in my ears.

I had no idea why it felt like I’d just cheated on my mate letting another woman touch me as she pleased.

I need to see her... María José. Hell, I might just sneak her into my room and have her live with me.