Rejected by the Alpha, Claimed by his Brother
Chapter 40: _ Don Diego’s Villa

Chapter 40: _ Don Diego’s Villa

[Warning: Graphic and Violent Content Ahead!]

I freed my hand that was still on her ass and undid my buttons. My cock had already risen from all that screaming and pleas for help.

"I’m paying to fuck you, and that’s exactly what I’m going to do." I groaned, sliding a hand down her bum and into her ass.

I wasn’t sure if the melancholic sound that erupted from her was a moan or a whimper. She fidgeted, legs visibly shaking now.

"I... I don’t want this anymore. I don’t want your money, or the sex. LEAVE ME ALONE!" She cried out loud.

Argh... this was getting so boring. I released my other hand from hers and pumped her breasts with it. However, I was shocked to find them as flat as a pancake.

They were sitting on her chest so laid back like someone had driven a bulldozer across them.

"What the fuck? Are you a mother?" I asked, my face scrunched up in wonder.

She took the opportunity to jerk away from, taking multiple steps backward. She began to walk in reverse.

"Stay... stay away from ME!" She barked, coughing as she wagged a finger my way.

Oh, please. I could turn her into a cat right now if I wanted to. I rolled my eyes and slapped my forehead when the pungent smell hit my nostrils.

It was a sharp, sour tang hit that made my brows knit. It was faint at first but grew stronger, carrying with it an unpleasant dampness, like something left to spoil in a closed space.

I gnashed my teeth together as the realization hit me. "What the fuck?! Why does your pussy reek?!"

"It’s—none of your..." She was about to sputter when rage grew inside me like a tumor.

She was bloody infected with some STI and was going to let me fuck her. With my werewolf speed, I dashed to her and aimed straight for her left chest, plunging my elongated nails into her ribcage, and plucking her heart out of it.

It happened in such a fleeting moment that one minute, she stood there, full of defiance, and the next, her body stiffened as a soft—and last failed gasp escaped her widened mouth.

"One less diseased and tainted for the world." I spat a chunk of saliva on her now lifeless face before totally removing the slippery and warm organ.

Clara’s body landed with a loud thud that sounded like hip-hop in my ears. I spread my hands in the air, the heart still in my hands as the beautiful sensation settled over me.

My fingers, trembling slightly, pressed against its warm, pulsing surface. It was like the very essence of life itself was coursing through me, seeping into my bones. My breath rose, and I couldn’t help but close my eyes for a moment, just to savor the sensation.

"Es como si... mi alma despertara," I whispered to myself.

It felt as though something deep within me was coming alive. Oh, the joy of killing.

The beauty of it... the sweet, sweet delight!

When the euphoria subsided, I was breathing heavier than a sprinter crossing the finish line.

I glanced at her body on the floor and put my hands on my hips. "Time to dispose of the garbage."

Once again, I spat on her now flat body. Its limbs were slack and unnaturally still. The skin had begun to lose its warmth, taking on a pale, ashen hue—almost lifeless in its color.

As I gazed into her empty eyes that were gazing into nothingness, I knew my pig friends were going to have a treat.

I always loved visiting them. They’d always feed on every corpse I ever killed while I stood by and watched for entertainment.

If I ever became an Alpha, I would make such into a sport. Whenever we lose any wolf, their bodies must be fed to the pigs.

First, I swirled my hands, cloaking both me and Clara in invisibility. As I carried her all the way to Don Diego’s villa, I wouldn’t want to be detected.

Her mouth that was hung slightly ajar with the faintest trace of a final expression frozen on her face shut close when I picked her up, the weight telling on me despite my boundless strength.

"So heavy for someone who is literally a bag of bones." I hissed before heading to my destination.

The walk to Don Diego’s villa was tiring, but the prospect of the entertainment that awaited me there was worth it. I remembered Axel telling me about a pretty flower who lived there.

I knew Dom Diego had beautiful children, but I’d always known them as spoiled brats and sinful girls, hence I never paid attention.

Camilla who was always trying to get my attention back when we were little whenever Rosa was busy playing with Axel.

She was everything I hated in a woman. As for Rosa... she had always been smart and strong. I had completely forgotten about her until one day, during one of my killing missions, I saw her.

There, I discovered her secret and lost every ounce of respect for her. As for this pretty flower... what was her name again?

María Josè!

For all it’s worth, I might just sneak in once I was done with my mission and find her. Who knows? She just might be the perfect Luna I’d always been looking for.

The corners of my mouth quivered up. Finally, I’d have something to myself. Someone... to myself. I couldn’t wait to meet her.

I almost forgot about the body on my shoulder or the heart I held firmly in my palm, or the blood forming a trail after me while dripping from her body to mine.

The wind followed us, covering my track and the blood as I proceeded. I couldn’t risk Clara’s body being detected.

It would spark an investigation, and that—that’d be so tiring and become extra work for me. I wanted fun.

Wanted to kill as much as I could without the worry of having someone or Tomas’s men over my shoulders.

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When I arrived in front of Don Diego’s villa, I sighed in excitement. The show was about to begin.

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