The Rejected Alpha's Vengeance

[HAWI]

There were days when Hawi just wanted to be a normal girl who did normal things. A girl who didn't have to worry about whatever the fuck would happen, or even the probability that someone would attack hr. home and she would have to gear up and fight.

Those were the days she would try to live life in the most relaxed way possible. The days when she would try to blend in and be normal, when she would show her people that there was more to life than the same routine.

They always had one such beautiful day, which was why she had decided against getting out of bed early despite having not slept at all since two days ago. She wanted to feel normal.

She wanted to let the bags under her eyes be a reminder that sometimes there was hope in blending with her people. But then unlike the days she had succeeded, today seemed to be a whole different thing for her.

Jeremiah Warner had made sure of that.

"Oops?" Jer said as he looked at the Savasci Knights who were staring at him with bored faces.

They look like they were constipated just from watching Jeremiah Warner. They couldn't be blamed though. This man was the poster child for failure and he had excelled at it one too many times that they were no longer surprised.

"What is it this time? Hmm? Come on get killed? Come to try your luck with death again?" Hawi asked broadly and Jer just stood there as he looked at the woman he had fallen in love with even though there was no chance that they would ever bloom.

He had hoped and in the process had fallen for the woman, impossible again. Maybe it was just his luck, or maybe Jer was way past the games that were ever being played in Sicario, right? But who was playing games?

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"My fight is not with you, Awuor. My fight is with the woman who killed the woman I love. That bitch parading beside you and looks like she has won wars endless times. She is the one I am after today," Jer said as the Savasci knights watched amusedly.

His description fit so well, but unlike Hawi who had wanted a relaxed day, her protector was feeling like shit and that always ended up with her breaking someone's bones and doing irreparable damage to her prey.

"Who?" Hawi asked even though she knew what Year was aiming for. He was dumb. He had to be because there was no way he had caused an explosion just because he wanted to talk to Malika Jabali.

Or maybe he had lost his mind the last time he had died right? Surely that had to be the only explanation because this was insane. Hell, no one in power or even powerful enough would brother Jabali Malika.

"The one with the name my beautiful Malika had. That imposter. I want to fight her. I need to make things right for my Malika," Jer said and Mbali let out a laugh as she stared at the madness before them.

"Go back to what you were doing, Sicario. There are no casualties, and the leaders here are just leaving. As for me and my friends, we are going to bed. We had quite the night and are sleep-deprived.

"You all can go now, there is nothing to see here, alright," Mbali said to the wolves who had not yet understood what the fuck was going on here. Of course, some were worried that they would be aware, and others knew that nothing would happen.

Awuor Hawi had fought tooth and nail to have her home back and safe, and she wouldn't let a measly failed dumb warrior fuck that up for her. She wouldn't let Jer have the upper hand in this and her people trusted her to fix the Jeremiah mess.

Maybe they trusted her too much. But then this same woman had brought them out of the rubble one too many times that it was no longer surprising that she was capable of doing so many things at the same time.

She was their powerhouse, and they would believe in her, the girl who had been there no matter what happened, and the girl whose promises of forever had never once failed. She had been there for them regardless.

"Are you guys coming or are you going to stand there and watch the man make a fool of himself?" Mbali asked and the Savasci Knights just shook their heads at Jer before they walked back to the pack house.

Hawi and Ruru had remained to make sure the remaining leaders had safe passage out of Sicario. Thankfully Jer had created the mess outside of Sicario, which meant that there was nothing that could happen within Sicario.

"I'll see you in three months during the next meeting," Hawi said to the leaders as they made their way out. As if they needed assurance for protection from whatever mess Jer was planning, Hawi cast a protection spell on the leaders.

That was going to hold until they reached their territories and then the protection would wear off as they would be safer in their homes and they own their protocols better. And so, when the last of the ladies left, Hawi held her mate's hands and went home too.

"I still need to talk to Malika!!" Jer shouted and the warriors stare at him wondering what the fuck was wrong with him. They had seen for themselves how fucked up a leader Jeremiah Warner was and they didn't trust him anymore.

If anything, they would kill him if he so much as tried to wade through the borders of Sicario. Even though there was still a high chance that he wouldn't be able to get into Sicario again.

"Open these gates!" Jer shouted and Hawi sighed before she opened the gates for Her, who didn't think twice before he tried to rush into Sicario. However, his attempts were met with an epic fail as his hands began reducing to askes the more he pushed.

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He wasn't allowed back into Sicario and the warriors watched excitedly as the man slowly lost his hands. Jer didn't realize it soon enough and by the time he did, he was left with just upper arms that were useless to him.

"What? No!!" Jer screamed as the pain hit him instantly when he stepped out of the boundaries and back beyond Sicario.

Jer had been unconscious for two days after the reinstatement of Hawi, and when he woke up outside of Sicario, he was confident that the clouds would still go back given it was his home.

Then it didn't work and here he was, bleeding profusely. The Sicario warriors at the watchtower stared in shock as Jer turned paler.

It was like he had lost everything that could be useful to him. They could however see how angry he was as he tried to chant shit, but none of that did work for him. It was like he was a mess, and they couldn't figure out a way this really was.

"Holy shit," the Sicario warriors gasped as they watched a portal suddenly open and three men stepped out, and dragged Jer back with them. However, they didn't fail to see how the three men had looked at the Sicario gate, it was almost like they would be back.

No matter what they were thinking, Sicario had changed and it wouldn't be an easy conquest for anyone.