Rejected by the Alpha, Claimed by his Brother
Chapter 95: _ Slutty Rosario

Chapter 95: _ Slutty Rosario

The door was shut after Rosario and Ernesto and then, they were gone.

Thank the Devil.

I could finally breathe again—if only that weren’t a luxury I didn’t actually have thanks to this useless body. My whole being was thrumming with rage, but I could do nothing but lie there, seething in a silent prison of my own flesh.

Ernesto. That bastard. I could still see him; his hands on my property. His fingers squeezing, his arrogant little chuckles, the way Rosario giggled like some lovesick idiot...

Dios mío.

I needed to kill something. Someone. No, no—killing was too kind. Too fast.

My mind spun with the possibilities. Would I gut him like a pig? Cut out his tongue and make Rosario serve it in a stew? Tie him to a chair and peel his fingernails off one by one while he sobbed for mercy?

Or...

Would I skin him first? Very slowly. Then I would break every bone in his pathetic body, one by one, making sure he felt each and every snap reverberate down to his very soul. Then, just when he thought he could take no more, I’d sew him back together just to start all over again.

Oh, he would scream, of course. He’d beg. He’d wail. He’d plead for his life.

And I’d smile.

Because this? This right here? This was unacceptable.

And yet, all I could do was lay here with my limbs as lifeless as my father’s corpse all those years ago, while that cretino walked away with what was mine.

The room was too quiet. Too empty.

I could still smell her perfume in the air. Jasmine. Fake vanilla. Sweat. I could still hear her stupid, airy giggle echoing in my ears, her sweet "Ay, Ernesto, no seas tonto," looping in my brain like a cursed melody.

And that bastard—that bastard. Ernesto had touched her as if he had any fucking right. As if she were his.

Mine.

She was mine.

Not because I cared. Not because she meant anything beyond momentary amusement. No—because I hated sharing.

And because I was supposed to be the one tormenting her, not him.

Now, thanks to my worthless, immobile body, I was lying here like a sack of potatoes, helpless, waiting for them to come back.

Or not.

Maybe they wouldn’t come back.

Maybe Ernesto was already dragging her into some dark corner, pressing her up against a wall, whispering disgusting things in her ear while she giggled and preened for him.

I nearly blacked out from rage. And just when I thought I’d seen it all, I heard footsteps. Fast ones.

Then, came, two bodies bursting through the door, panting.

Rosario was wide-eyed but she was clinging to Ernesto’s arm.

Ernesto, looking both alarmed and stupidly delighted, whistled.

"They almost caught us!" Rosario wheezed, clutching her chest as she tried to catch her breath.

Ernesto grinned —the absolute imbecile. "That was close."

I wanted to ask, who almost caught them? The devil? Some other guard? Moon Goddess?

But alas, I was mute. All I could do was glare daggers at them, mentally carving out Ernesto’s obituary.

Rosario wiped her brow, still giggling like this was the most thrilling thing that had ever happened in her miserable little life. "We need to be careful!"

"Nah," Ernesto dismissed, waving a hand. "We’re safe here."

Safe. Safe?

In here? What a joke.

No one was safe in my room. I could do and undo it if I wanted to. If only the devil hadn’t done this to me.

Rosario thought twice about it all. I saw it; a flicker of discomfort crossed her face as she glanced at me, still frozen on the bed where she left me after feeding me.

"You don’t think it’s weird doing it in front of him?" she asked, lowering her voice.

Weird?

Weird?!

Woman, are you deranged?!

"Oh, come on, cariño," Ernesto crooned, sliding an arm around her waist. "What’s he gonna do? Blink at us?"

I wanted to rip his intestines out and strangle him with them.

"He can still hear," Rosario pointed out.

"Yeah? And?" Ernesto grinned. "Maybe he’ll learn a thing or two, eh?"

Oh. Oh, I was going to kill him so slowly.

But Rosario was still hesitating, shifting awkwardly on her feet. "I don’t know, Ernesto. It feels... wrong."

Yes. Correct. Go with that. Leave.

Ernesto sighed dramatically, rolling his eyes. "Fine. If you don’t want to..." He leaned in, pressing his lips to her ear, and whispered. "But you seemed so excited before..."

Rosario bit her lip like she wasn’t the one complaining about men just an hour ago. Her husband was apparently the most unlucky man in the worlds

Her doubt disappeared in real-time all because she wanted to be fucked. Rosario, I fuck you mad four times in a week—is that not good enough?!

"No one will find out," Ernesto purred, dragging his hands down her hips. "Besides, what’s hotter than a little danger, eh? Dangerous sex is the sweetest

Rosario exhaled with uncertainty.

I internally screamed.

And then, It began.

I watched as my own personal hell unfolded before me.

Ernesto was a menace. He slammed his mouth against hers, and I swear on my dead father’s grave, I have never seen a man so aggressively incompetent at kissing.

His lips devoured hers in a way that resembled a starving animal trying to inhale a fish whole.

The wet noises were unholy and increasingly annoying

He made sound effects. BLOODY Sound effects.

"Mm. Mmmmh. Ah, yeah..."

Dio mio, send me back to Hell.

Rosario moaned theatrically, tilting her head back as if she were in some cheap porn video.

Ernesto took that as an invitation to descend upon her neck like a man who had just been informed he was, in fact, a vampire.

SMACK.

SUCK.

SLURP.

I was going to vomit. They were half naked, right in front of me, with Rosario’s pants half-pulled down.

Ernesto was sticking his fingers into her hole, making her groan out in pleasure. However, when he increased it by sticking his entire palm into her, she was screaming and never stopped until he pulled the gruff palm out of her hole.

Yuck. Big Bad Daddy Luis is officially raging. Big Bad Daddy Luis will be very bad... soon.