Chapter 155

Pushing the door open, I stepped inside, preparing myself for whatever nonsense awaited me this time.
And there it was.
A sight so horrific and so disturbing, that for a moment, I actually reconsidered my entire existence.
Axel was lying in my bed, shirtless, his wounds fully stitched, and was sleeping like some pampered prince.
And Rosario— that stupid woman, was kneeling beside him, lightly tracing her fingers over his abs as she continued singing her ridiculous song.
” Si me miras así, me muero, ay Dios… ” she crooned, sighing dramatically.
For a moment, I just stood there. Watching. Disbelieving. Dreading.
Was there… was there ever going to be an end to Rosario’s absurdity?
No. No, there wasn’t.
Because Rosario was not merely horny. She was a state of being.
A force of chaos and high libido that refused to be tamed.
There are moments in life that challenge a man’s patience, that push the boundaries of his endurance, that make him question if there is a god above or if the universe is merely a chaotic, lawless abyss.
This was one of those moments.
I slid back into my body to continue acting the crippled cousin role. The illusion dissolved, and once again, I was Luis—the cripple, the silent, pitiful thing bound to a wheelchair.
Luis… a burden that nobody wanted.
The feeling of reinhabiting this wretched, useless form; the stiff limbs, the dead weight of my legs, the pathetic stillness, was infuriating as always. But I had learned to wear the stroke like armor, my prison and my disguise in one.
It didn’t matter.
What mattered was her.
Rosario.
Kneeling. Fawning. Swooning over Axel as if he were some goddamn celestial being sent from above.
I watched as she lightly trailed her fingers across his stomach, sighing wistfully, her lips singing some ridiculous poetic verse of longing. Her voice was tender and not the usual dramatic screeching she employed when nagging me.
“Oh, mi amor, mi vida, ” she moaned, her fingertips ghosting over the dip of Axel’s abs like she was caressing a sleeping deity. “How could a man be so perfect? This body… this face… Dios mío, if only I were a few years younger
I choked on my own saliva.
If only she were a few years younger?
What in the name of all that was unholy was she talking about? Rosario was barely in her mid-thirties. Mid thirties! Was she trying to act like some tragic old widow whose youth had long since withered away?!
My fury deepened as she sighed, absolutely enchanted, like a woman who had just laid eyes on a celestial being for the first time.
The funniest part of it all was how she was always clamoring to me about how Axel was a pain in the ass and a bad influence.
Indeed, love was the root of hatred of no source.
So secretly, she had been crushing on him all this while. I mean, what woman in the pack wouldn’t crush on a nobleman?
Not to mention an able-bodied and good-looking one. I bet when I could finally move around as I wanted, all the girls would grovel after me.
“You must be a gift from the Moon Goddess herself,” Rosario breathed, clutching her chest as if her own heart couldn’t withstand the raw magnificence before her. “Oh, mi príncipe, if only the Goddess had made you my mate, I would have treated you like a king! ”
Oh, you absolute clown of a woman.
Axel was lying there unconscious, completely unaware of the tragedy unfolding beside him, and yet Rosario continued her delusions with such conviction, that I wanted to die.
I narrowed my eyes. This was the same woman who had spent years telling me what a pain I was.
“Ay, Luis, do you know how much work it is to take care of you? You’re exhausting.”
“Luis, I have a life too, you know! I can’t spend all my time babysitting you!”
“Luis, stop glaring at me like that! You’re lucky I haven’t abandoned you yet!”
But now— now… she was practically singing hymns over Axel’s unconscious body, acting like it was an honor to care for him.
I watched, teeth grinding, as she continued rambling.
“Oh, if only I could take care of you instead,” she lamented, gazing at Axel’s peaceful, unconscious face with far too much yearning for my taste. “Imagine, mi amor… I would bathe you, clothe you, feed you by hand
By hand?
I gnashed my teeth.
Not only was Rosario a traitorous snake, but she was also an insufferable romantic fool. A complete idiot who knew quite well that the very thing she was drooling over had nearly died hours ago.
He couldn’t even protect himself. What the heck was so special about him? What did María José see in such a loser?
I curled my fingers, the hatred for Axel swarming over him. I swear, I’d do my best to ruin him. FOR good. Latest content publıshed on.net
And no, I wouldn’t kill him. Death was too easy a punishment for a man who had been living the life I deserved because his Father chose to be a murderer.
I decided to start by teaching Rosario a lesson first.
I let a thin, invisible force snake around her body, locking her limbs in place.
She gasped as her entire body went rigid. Her hands, which had been close to Axel’s stomach, froze in the air while her fingers twitched as she tried to move.
” ¿Qué ” Her breath ceased. “Wh-what’s happening? I—I can’t move!”
That’s right, you brainless wench.
I tilted my head, watching with delight as her eyes darted around in pure panic. Her chest rose and fell rapidly.
” Madre de Dios… ” she whispered. “Did I—did I anger the Moon Goddess?”
Oh, for fuck’s sake.
Rosario, being Rosario, immediately assumed this was some kind of divine punishment instead of the reality; that I was the one punishing her.
Of course, not in their wildest dreams would they have guessed that I was the one behind their worst nightmares.
I tightened my hold on Rosario, almost wriggling the life out of her.
She let out a sharp breath as her body remained locked in place. A smirk curved my lips as hers trembled while she tried to speak.
“M-maybe I shouldn’t have been so flirty,” she stammered. “Oh, Dios mío, was I too forward? Was I too tempting?”
I rolled my eyes so hard I nearly saw the back of my skull.
Yes, Rosario. The gods simply couldn’t handle your overwhelming sensuality. That’s exactly what’s happening here.
She whimpered, trying to shake free, but of course, it was pointless.
“I—I repent! I swear!” she gasped. “I… I was only admiring his beauty, no es un pecado! It’s not a sin to admire, right?”
I resisted the urge to break down with laughter.
Oh, she was so lucky I needed her.
But she would not be getting away so easily.
I turned my attention to Axel, who, despite all of Rosario’s dramatics, was still fast asleep. I had to admit—I wasn’t in the mood to deal with him waking up anytime soon.
Not when I needed him inactive for what was to come tomorrow.
Lifting a single finger, I curled my power into him, wrapping his consciousness in a prison.
He wouldn’t be waking up for at least two days.
Not unless I willed it.
And I wouldn’t.
Not yet.
Not until I had done everything I needed to do with his form.