Rejected by the Alpha, Claimed by his Brother
Chapter 295: _ My Wife

Chapter 295: _ My Wife

Chapter 295

~Axel’s Point of View~

Morning sunlight spilled through the gauzy curtains, stretching golden fingers across the bedspread. My eyes opened slowly, adjusting to the warm light... and there she was.

María José... where she was supposed to be.

She was still asleep, soft features relaxed in the deepest peace. Her dark lashes kissed the tops of her cheeks, and her lips were parted a little, her breathing slow and even. There was something almost sacred about the way she slept. As though the universe had paused time just to paint her like this.

My wife.

A slow smile tugged at the corners of my mouth. Mine.

I shifted slightly on the bed, careful not to disturb her. The memory of last night unfolded in my mind like a slow flame. You know, her hands on herself, the tremble of her thighs, the sounds she made as she broke apart right there in front of me. Watching her pleasure herself had been the most erotic thing I’d ever witnessed. She’d been so open with me, so free... so trusting.

But it ended there.

We never... completed it. I remember standing up, unbuttoning my shirt, about to climb over her—and then what? Did we fall asleep? That didn’t make sense.

I frowned slightly, brows furrowing.

Why didn’t we continue?

There was no logical answer, just the strange haze that took over everything after that point. I remember her eyes, glassy with pleasure, looking up at me like I hung the stars, and then, there was nothing. Just darkness.

Maybe we were both so exhausted we just passed out. Not the best excuse, but hell, I’d take it. No point questioning something that was clearly consensual and warm and... good.

Still, the unsatisfied tension in my body was there. A super attractive and beautiful girl like María José couldn’t undo herself before you and you’d shove it off after a short sleep without satisfying your little monster.

"It’s not too late to complete it, you know, Axel. I’m running insane with want right now." Hugo groaned.

I sighed. "So am I."

My cock stirred beneath the sheets, hardening at the memory of her, the way she moved, the way she cried out, the way her body surrendered to mine in every way but one.

Dios.

"Just let’s have her already, Axel. There’s no need to delay things further. She’s ready for us." Hugo pressed on.

I understood his impatience. He had just been officially mated to our mate yesterday. He would be in heat right now, and logical thinking must be out of the window.

I turned my gaze back to her, wondering if I could maybe wake her up gently, with kisses down her stomach, my fingers tracing the shape of her thighs... She’d whimper and stretch like a cat, sleepy and soft, whisper my name with that breathy voice that drove me mad...

But no. Not yet.

She looked too peaceful, too tired. The faint circles under her eyes were still visible, and her limbs were slack in that way that told me she’d given everything last night, even if we didn’t cross the final threshold. I’d be a bastard to wake her now.

I sighed and leaned in to press a kiss to her bare shoulder. Her skin was warm beneath my lips, tasting faintly of sweat and...

No.

Let her rest. She deserves it.

Besides, I had something else to do.

I slid out of bed quietly and padded toward the ensuite bathroom. On the way, I caught a whiff of her lingering scent on the sheets and stopped briefly to take it in. Sweet, warm, and slightly wild. That was María José. Everything about her got into my blood, crawled beneath my skin, and rooted itself into the part of me I never showed anyone else.

Our room was still silent except for her breathing, but outside, I could already hear chaos brewing downstairs.

"Seriously, Álvaro?! On that stupid phone again?!"

Camilla’s voice lanced the morning calm like a siren. I rolled my eyes as I stepped into the bathroom and turned on the faucet.

Another day, another Camilla tantrum.

"Are you looking at Instagram while I’m talking to you? I can’t believe this shit..."

Yup. Full meltdown mode.

I ran the toothbrush under the water, chuckling to myself. I hated my brother, but I had no idea how the hell he and Camilla were going to make that marriage work. Every conversation between them was a grenade waiting to go off. Maybe they were just too different... or maybe Álvaro was too obsessed with his phone and Camilla too obsessed with his attention.

Or maybe Álvaro just wanted a wife to show off, and now that I’ve got the better one, he felt his was a failure. Had Camilla not treated María José like shit, I would have pitied her for the fate and life that awaited her. But being who she was, she had her karma coming,

Either way, not my business.

My job and my only priority was María José.

I brushed my teeth quickly, then stepped into the shower and let the water wash over me. The heat helped clear my head, but it also made the ache between my legs worse.

I wrapped my hand around my cock briefly, tempted to take the edge off, but something about it felt wrong. Masturbation wasn’t my wife, but my erection wouldn’t settle.

However, I wanted her. Only her. And she deserved more than a quick release.

She deserved the full treatment—my hands, my mouth, my love... and breakfast in bed.

After all, we’d kicked all the staff out for a reason. This honeymoon week was about just us. No one else. No interruptions. And damn it, I was going to do it right.

Dried off, dressed in sweats and a white tee, I padded barefoot down the hall and toward the kitchen. The yelling from Camilla and Álvaro had moved to a duller roar, their bickering bouncing off the high ceilings of the hacienda. I didn’t envy the crazy bastard.

I cracked my knuckles and stepped into the wide-open kitchen. The sunlight lit up the marble counters and the rows of fresh produce the servants had stocked for us the day before.

Today was about her.

I was going to make her favorite; eggs soft scrambled with queso fresco, avocado slices, and pan dulce warmed just right. I’d brew her coffee exactly the way she I knew she’d like it; strong and black with a touch of cinnamon.

And when she woke up, she’d find me standing there, apron tied, breakfast on a tray, and love in my eyes.

Because that’s what she deserved. Always. My María José. My wife.

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