Rejected by the Alpha, Claimed by his Brother
Chapter 83: _ They All Know

Chapter 83: _ They All Know

The moment my mother left, I flopped back onto the bed with a groan, rubbing a hand on my face.

María José.

Shit.

The memories of last night sat around my mind like a noose. Her soft body against mine, her intoxicating scent, her parted lips, her pulse racing beneath my teeth.

My teeth. My bite.

I had bitten her. I had tasted her. And worst of all? It hadn’t been a mistake.

The pleasure had been consuming, too raw and real to be just a slip of control. Something inside me had wanted it—no, craved it.

Hugo had disappeared last night, that traitor. I was left dealing with the aftermath alone, with no one to blame but myself.

"Hugo, you bastard." I hissed out, gritting my teeth.

"Oh, don’t pin this on me," Hugo replied lazily, stretching in the back of my mind like a wolf basking in the aftermath of a hunt. "That was all you, buddy".

"You disappeared!" I seethed.

"I didn’t disappear," he corrected, sounding smug. "I was... watching."

"You were supposed to keep me in check!"

"And miss that? Like I was going to ruin that moment. You think I wanted it to end? No way. That was..."

I could feel his shiver of pleasure sizzling through me, and it made my skin burn.

"That was what?" I growled.

"Too good to stop," he admitted.

I sat up abruptly, my pulse thundering in my ears.

"What the hell does that even mean?"

"It means," Hugo stated as a matter of factly, "...that whatever happened last night was beyond just logic. It was something else. Something we haven’t felt before."

An itchy heat slithered up my spine at his words. I hated that I understood.

"Did we mark her?"

Dios mío, he took it upon himself to be silent at this time!

"Hugo."

"How can I mark someone who doesn’t have a wolf?" he finally muttered, but his usual teasing tone was gone.

He was uncertain. And Hugo was never uncertain.

He was my wolf, my instincts, my other half. If he didn’t have an answer, then I was screwed.

"Then what the hell did we do?"

"I don’t know," he admitted. "But it felt euphoric. It felt... right. And yet, there was no bond."

I swallowed hard.

No bond. No mate pull. Just pure, uncontrollable desire.

But that wasn’t what disturbed me the most.

"We drank her blood," I said slowly, the realization slamming into me like I was stumbling into a brick wall.

"I fucking drank her blood, Hugo."

Instead of sharing in my panic, he growled with satisfaction. "And it was delicious."

Her blood.

The taste of it rushed back to me so fast my mouth nearly watered. Rich, sweet, something that sank into my very bones and made me feel... more.

I clenched my fists, my nails digging into my palms.

"What the fuck is wrong with us?"

Hugo Grunted. "Oh, now you want to have a moral crisis? Didn’t seem to bother you when you were sucking on her neck like your life depended on it."

"Shut up!" I snapped.

"Make me."

I let out a breath through clenched teeth and shoved him to the back of my mind, dragging myself out of bed before I could be paranoid any further.

I had a lot of shit to deal with today, and standing around having a breakdown wasn’t going to help.

.

.

I forced myself through my usual morning routine, though everything felt ten times harder than it should have.

Washing my face, brushing my teeth—every little thing was sluggish as my body was weighed down by the mess in my head.

And then there was the issue of dressing.

I stood in front of my closet, glaring at my options. If it were up to me, I’d throw on the first thing I touched and be done with it.

But my father? He expected me to look like the Beta I was supposed to be—noble, proper, and ready to grovel in front of Don Diego.

The disgusting father and Gamma. Matter of fact, he was an excuse for a human in a whole!

I grabbed a white shirt and dark slacks, buttoning up as begrudgingly as possible.

"You’re dressing up for her." Hugo snickered.

"I’m dressing up to avoid arguments with my father." I corrected.

"Sure you are. Look at you, fixing your collar like some lovesick pup."

I yanked my collar with unnecessary force.

"I will skin you, Hugo."

"Please. Then gladly become an Omega after."

"Shut up."

Still, as much as I wanted to argue, I couldn’t deny the truth chewing back at me.

I was going back to that house.

I was going to see María José again. And I had no idea how to face her.

Guilt and Paranoia... those were the only fitting words for my emotions right now.

.

As I stepped out of my room, the heavy weight in my chest only grew.

The mansion was already awake with the usual morning routine in full swing. Maids buzzed through the halls, their hands full of linens and trays of food with gossip in their mouths.

Imagine someone saw me sneaking into María José’s room last night, and it was found this morning that she had yet to wake up.

... apparently, from blood loss. Darn, would the pack’s dungeons take a Beta? Maybe.

I kept my head down, moving quickly through the hallways as I passed the maids. But then I noticed something.

It was a glance. Then another and another... all cringe.

The maids were looking at me.

Not outright staring, but sneaking glances, whispering behind their hands with their cheeks tinged pink.

My throat went dry.

They knew.

They all knew. They knew what I’d done. Everyone knew my secret now. They must think I am a pervert.

Hold on a second... What on earth did I mean they must think?

Like I wasn’t a bloody pervert; sneaking into a señorita’s room, kissing her, touching her even though she touched me back, and biting her.

Drinking her blood until she was so lightheaded that she collapsed.

Oh, fuck. They all knew.

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