The Rejected Alpha's Vengeance

She had been told to go away by Jer, but she had failed to do so because she wanted to eat their conversations and get to see what the hell was happening here.

She wanted to understand what was going on and figure out if the conversation would have any effect on her plans, so she could make contingencies and get it all ready.

"Huh?" Malika responded meekly, the pretend shock on her face making another appearance as she walked into the room and saw Jer unconscious.

"Still playing meek, huh? Or you want to hide under Jer's shadow and pretend to be everything he would ever want in a perfect woman no?" Elodie asked with a bored face and Malika just looked at her with a fearful face. Oh, but she wasn't letting it go.

"Oh, dear… You killed my husband. What will I tell the people? What if they suspect that I killed him? Goddess, what am I supposed to do now?" Malika asked as she began prancing around the room.

Jer looked terrible and he was going to feel the heat of the punch when he woke up.

Malika was aware he wasn't dead, but she was supposed to be the dumb one, the girl who couldn't use her brains, and the girl who was married for that purpose exactly. Elodie stared at the woman before where and he could feel her blood boil.

These two looked like the perfect couple with their stupidity making a show at a time when all Elodie wanted was answers for the shit that had just happened.

"He's unconscious and will be asleep for three hours, so drop the fucking act," Elodie said and meek Malika looked at the woman like she had gone bonkers. Surely, she wanted to insinuate that the acting protector was really acting, right?

It seemed offensive, and meek Malika wasn't about to have that.

"You… You hurt him. He's your alpha and you knocked him out. How am I supposed to react to that? You even threw a vase at us earlier. You are a dangerous woman, Elodie…

"GUARDS!!" Malika said to Elodie before shouting the last part so people could come to her rescue. The warriors were in the hallways and had definitely heard their luna calling but as Malika shouted, Elodie just laughed sadly.

She had never imagined that she would ever be in this situation and yet as she stood over Jer's bruised body and stared at Malika, she felt like she was in some dystopian reality. All of this was what insanity looked like and it wasn't pleading at all.

"Are we really going to play the game of securities and insecurities miss luna girl? Do you really want to go there with me right now? Because I know a few things about you that could turn your marriage to this dumb fuck a dedicated mess of all time.

"You don't understand just how pathetic it all is," Elodie said and this time, meek Malika scoffed like she couldn't believe this too.

This was beyond her supposed thinking so she screamed for help. Like full-on screamed for help, making Elodie just stare at her incredulously. Goodness, this woman was crazy, but was she?

"Help me!! Someone, please!!" meek Malika screamed her lungs out as she turned to her husband who was laying on the floor. However, one look into Elodie's eyes and meek Malika knew not to try anything.

The woman wasn't even scared that there were guards at the door banging and wanting to get through. Elodie didn't look like she gave a fuck about what meek Malika was doing, because she seems to know something else.

"Shut the fuck up, and stop screaming like a lunatic you psycho," Elodie said and Malika smirked at her before she continued screaming. All of this was intentional. Because she wanted to see if Elodie would make the mistake of trying to fight Malika.

Oh, but Malika wanted a fight. She needed to let out all the anger she was feeling at the moment. She had tried to reach Hawi again, but all her efforts had bore no fruits.

Hawi had shut the mind links, all of them completely and there was no way for Malika to communicate with her or even Mbali. She wanted to know how Hawi was coping with the news of her brother's death.

It wasn't comforting at all and Malika knew that if she left Sicario again this time she wouldn't be back on time to pretend to be the meek Luna that Sicario knew. So she was frustrated by everything.

Her mistress wasn't responding and she wanted to be there for Hawi. Sure, Rukiya wouldn't definitely know a thing or two about how to help Hawi, but Malika needed to consume Hawi's anger and let her mistress get some rest.

But that was impossible. And it angered her even more.

"Why? You want them to think I murdered my husband when I can't even hold a knife? I can't even fight to save myself and you're here trying to make assumptions.

"I don't know what the fuck you think you have been doing or whatever you went to do away two hours ago. But I don't want to be a part of your schemes," meek Malika said, frustrated Elodie even more.

She had never met such an insufferable person and it made her feel like strangling the life out of Malika. But even if she wanted to, was she ever going to be able to?

"You know damn well that that isn't what I'm talking about," Elodie said as the banging at the Alpha's door increases.

The Warriors were getting angrier, and it was just a matter of time before they broke through and if they did, it wasn't going to be a pretty sight for Elodie Kane.

"Look, I get that you're interested in my husband, and I'm sorry that he married me, a dumb woman who doesn't fit into your standards. But I'm the pack luna now, and if you do anything to my husband, I will have to step in and be the alpha and trust me that won't be pretty.

"Now surrender while I'm still being nice. Your face makes me sick," Malika said but Elodie wasn't even interested in all that.

She had something else in mind. She wanted to know something, once that only Malika knew of and not this meek version of the woman. Goddess, she hated what she was feeling right now.

"You bitch what did you do to me?" Elodie asked irritatedly making Malika let out a laugh before she continued screaming for help.

Malika made sure to tear through her clothes and scratch herself, not to mention stopped her healing. Elodie watched in disbelief as Malika made herself look like the ultimate victim of Elodie's violence and goodness it was insane.

"You're hurting me, please, stop, I beg of you," Malika fake cried as she let her tears flow and reddened her eyes to make her seem like she had really been hurt by Elodie.

However, as the door flew down, Elodie asked a second question in Malika's ears, one that got Malika certain that she had fucked up.

"Why did you, and Hawi try to erase my memories today?"