The Rejected Alpha's Vengeance

"I still think we should have gone a little farther than this," Malika complained for the hundredth time as they finalized their settlement. They were currently in a shelter that was a little too close to the camp Rukiya had set up.

Everyone knew the Greyson alpha was bad news, and yet as Awuor smiled at Malika knowingly in the midday, like it was going to undo all the fatigue they had, she knew she wouldn't have it any other way.

Malika didn't want the alpha to be in danger because of the Greyson troops, but the woman she was dealing with was a stubborn mule who wasn't even scared of death itself.

"Relax Malika, it's not like they will even know we're here," Awuor said excitedly, like she didn't just come back to the one place that witnessed her worst of days.

After the rejection by her mate, Awuor had changed a lot and it even scared Malika. It was almost like she was working towards one mission and one mission only. Vengeance for her mother's death.

Somewhere along the way, her desire to fight for her mother's justice had faded in the distance, and she wasn't even interested in trying to salvage her bonds.

Justice was a thing of the past, considering Awuor had been banished by her father, rejected by her mate, betrayed by her brother and best friend, not to mention, ignored by her people. She had nothing left to gain and lose and she was going to do whatever it took to get her vengeance.

It didn't matter who she would have to cross off, and if Rukiya Gretyson was going to be thrown in her way, then Awuor Hawi would simply eliminate the woman. After all, Hawi was done thinking of other people.

"Fine then. Now that we are almost done with setting everything up, what else?" Malika asked even though a part of her knew that she wouldn't like the answer Awuor Hawi had for her. But then again, as the woman's protector, Malika had to make sure she was always available whenever Awuor needed her.

"We say hello to Rukiya," Awuor said and Malika choked on air. Surely this woman couldn't be serious, yeah? They had just got here, not to mention her disguise was slowly fading away.

"We can't. You can't. You still look like an old hag, and while you're good at fighting, you can't fight in that state. Be patient. Let yourself change back to your original self, and then we can even go back to Sicario to say hello.

"Just be patient, alright. A week is all I ask, Hawi. Just a week," Malika said, trying to pump some sense into the woman. It was going to be a long battle of wits, especially if Rukiya caught a whiff of Awuor's scent.

They needed to be sure that Rukiya was not Hawi's enemy, before Hawi did anything. Sure Hawi didn't need anyone to help her out in her war, and she could fight whoever she wanted to, and win, but some fights were not necessary.

"You're no fun," Awuor said to Malika who just let out a sigh and looked at the woman. She knew Awuor was curious and wanted to see what Rukiya was doing, so Malika made an offer she knew she would regret, but also one that could put the white wolf at ease.

"I'll take you to the camp, but we're only going there to ask for food. Which isn't much of a lie since we didn't have the time to get some food for ourselves alright?" Malika asked and Awuor's eyes lit up. She looked like she was finally going to do something fun.

"Why do I sense a 'but' coming?" Awuor asked when Malika went a little too silent for a woman who was offering to take her out there.

She was a strategist, and she was doing that at the moment; probably calculating the odds of a screwup on their end if Awuor went and if Awuor didn't go. And since Hawi was insistent on leaving with Malika, the protector had to be ready for whatever it was the woman would do.

"But you must not talk to Rukiya. I will do the talking and the begging," Malika said and Awuor pouted. Of course, the deal had been a little too good to be true, but then she wanted to scout the free lands and she wanted to know if there were people spying on the free lands.

Awuor knew Jer was stupid as fuck, and probably assumed that Hawi was dead with the rejection and the mindlinks finally being cut. But she also knew that Dom and Elodie would want to see a body.

Those two were her best trackers and probably didn't believe that Hawi was dead. They weren't going to ever believe that no matter what happened.

Dom and Elodie knew Awuor Hawi, and they were also aware that the woman was a little too strong and too powerful to be weakened by a stupid rejection.

Sure, Hawi had invested a lot on the mate bond, but she was a fighter and would always survive no matter what happened, especially if she survived the clog of penance. The woman was a force to be reckoned with through and through.

"Fine. Let's finish setting up and then head there. I assume since it's almost evening, they are winding up too. We need to make sure we see what they are up to before they leave the camp.

"The Greyson alpha has no reason whatsoever to leave her territory and come to this place of all the places. This is the most unguarded spot and everyone knows it will be difficult to process anything that happens in the far lands.

"And yet even then she still showed up," Awuor said to Malika who watched her like she had some interesting piece of art. Of course she was, but Awuor didn't want to think for herself as a special woman.

She was going to fight and fight for her mother's vengeance. After that, she would probably leave the wolf lands and go with Malika back to Olyana.

"I think you're being more rational," Malika said an hour later when they were finally done with everything and had even prepared their sleeping rags.

They had made everything ready so that when they came back from begging they could just get into bed and get some rest while they prepared for their attack on Sicario.

It wasn't the perfect or even ideal place for an alpha with Awuor's stature, but then it wasn't like they had so much to work with. Besides, they were here to kill ruthlessly, break bones, and ruin more lives that had taken the one life that mattered to Awuor, and not get comfortable and kiss ass.

"I have to be Malika. The people I'm after aren't just my family, but people who know me best. If I am to stand a chance against them, I'll need to be more careful with them. I have trained with them, and they know my strengths and weaknesses.

"I do hope though, that me being the white wolf could give me an advantage over them. And if that doesn't happen, then I will have to train a little harder and find new techniques. I have to be more careful," Awuor said honestly, shocking even Malika.

They had been walking for a while now, and could see Rukiya's camp in the distance. However, unlike earlier, they could see that the soldiers had gone and from the heartbeats, Awuor could only hear five heartbeats.

Two sounded scared and were beating a little too fast, while the other three were relaxed like they were having some sort of little party or interrogation.

"You have me, Hawi. Always," Malika said as she gently pat Awuors back in reassurance. The road ahead was tough, but at least taught, they stood a chance against the people they were after.

After all, the only way anyone would be able to get to Hawi was if they went through Malika first, and that woman was cold, cruel, and wild as fuck, not to mention a woman who didn't mind spilling blood for the white wolf assigned to her.

All Hawi had to do was simply ask and Malika would do the dirty work for her.