The Rejected Alpha's Vengeance

However, these two wer't regular wolves.

Rukiya had be watching Hawi this whole time and while their wolves were fighting like cats and dogs, Rukiya could see that Hawi was trying her best not to let out her beasts. She could tell that Hawi was holding back a lot, and that worried her.

She may have be the Greyson alpha, one of the most powerful and one of the many alphas whose scratches were countable and had actual meanings, but right now she was battered and bruised.

Ruru looked like she had be invited to the devil's dinner and had managed to survive just because the devil himself had found that her life was worth holding on to. And yet ev in her state, Rukiya could tell that Hawi hadn't gone full on with her.

It made her pity anyone who was stupid ough to anger the brok girl who wasn't ev trying to fix herself.

"Hey…. Hey stop," Rukiya said wh she realized Hawi was beating herself up for everything once again.

It had tak her weeks to stabilize the woman and get her to trust her and right now, if Hawi wt back to that shell.  There would never be a way out, at least not for Hawi anyway giv she had mastered the art of fighting herself.

It was rough and easy at the same time. It was like there was a pandora that Awuor Hawi wasn't ready to op and yet this same pandora had so much chaos it was tempting for the wolf to get out and just face it all on her own.

Over the weeks, Rukiya realized that it would take her a while to actually get Hawi to believe and understand that this wasn't a war she was fighting on her own.

It was something she was still working on, but with Hawi's desire to go to her brother's funeral, there were just so many things at stake.

"I should have be stronger, Ruru. I should have fought the drugs or whatever the hell they had giv me. I should have not lowered my guard just because I was in my part's suite. I should have be better.

"And yet ev to this day, I have prov useless to my brother, the only family who could look at me and say something reasonable. I lost him too, Ruru," Hawi said as she punched the nearest tree, making the dead leaves fall, while the birds flew away.

This wasn't the time or the palace for any of them to be, and it was slowly dawning on them but goddamn.

"No. You don't get to do that. Do you want to go to war? Fine, I will give you the whole damn Greyson army. Hell, I will mobilize other armies from other packs and ev call in any and all favors from the worst of the worst just to get you what you want.

"You want to rest, th fucking walk with me and get to the damn bed and get a rest. Do you want to go to Sicario? Ev after everything? Th I will lead the way there.

"But what you don't get to do, what you are not allowed to ever do, is to blame yourself for something you had no control over. I don't care if it rains shit in Sicario. I don't care if they have the angels on their side, we will deal with that wh we get there.

"What you must do, what you will do right now, is to get a grip, because you, baby, are going home. You are going back to Sicario to turn your brother and I will follow you to the ds of that damn world.

"Until th, get a fucking grip and get up. We have a mission to get to," Rukiya said, shaking Hawi as if trying to snap her out of her hellhole.

There were days wh Rukiya wished that Malika was here, and this was one such time, but th Malika was busy playing mind games with Jer and making the man believe that he was seeing ghosts.

Malika was doing a pretty good job, because frankly, half of Sicario was sure that their alpha wasn't of sound mind, and they blamed it on the fact that their Luna was still unconscious.

Funny how that Luna was busy making their alpha look like a fool everywhere in Sicario. Well, Malika had promised soft Karma anyway, right? She was just keeping her word and goodness, was she good at it?

"I don't need an army, Ruru. I can get one on my own," Hawi argued and Rukiya just pulled her into a hug, making the woman stop pacing. It was the only way because if Hawi continued like that, th they would d up being ev more bloodied.

Sure, their wounds had started healing, but goodness, they were covered in each other's blood like they had both be desperate for this release.

"I know that. I know you are the alpha of alphas, and I don't care about that or your damn position. What I give a shit about, is how you are doing.

"I want my woman back and if I have to go to Sicario and chop off some bastard Jeremiah's head to get it, th damn right, I will come along.

"Now you and me, we need to get a fucking shower because we look like sacrifices that escaped the stupid altar. Are you with me, Hawi?" Rukiya said as she pulled away from the hug, Hawi's platinum hair now covered in blood lingering on her face.

"I love you," Hawi whispered softly as she looked into Rukiya's eyes.

"And I you. But first, we need to get to the Sicario funeral, because we both know that if we get on with this, we will go on for days and we don't have that much time on our hands alright?

"Chin up baby, we have a man to kill and a pack to slaughter," Rukiya said before letting out a dark chuckle. Hawis' brutality was definitely rubbing off on her and it was scary. but perhaps that was also why they were the perfect match for each other, right?

"Let's go home, Ruru," Hawi said and Rukiya smiled heartily, ignoring the blood on her face and the mess they both were in.

Hand in hand, they walked back into Greyson, just like they had walked by earlier, only this time, they looked like shit. They looked like they had come from a slaughterhouse.

Anyone who met them made sure to make way for them, because as dangerous as they were and as responsible as they both were for the Greyson wolves, there was really no telling what they would do, if someone tried to fuck with them.

It was a giv and it was haunting as hell, but hey, that was the only thing keeping them sane right?

"Helloo… hi, people… You guys look healthy, be well. Hello," Hawi greeted awkwardly as she waved at the Greyson wolves who were staring at them and Sherry just sighed, while Adolf shrugged at the wolves as if to tell them that this was what he had to deal with every single day.