The Rejected Alpha's Vengeance

She wasn't sure how long she had been out, but she knew it had to be a really long time, given she couldn't feel her body. It was like everything had gotten numb and her world was once again, an extended prison.

"Shit," Hawi winced when she tried to turn and felt a blade cut her arm. She still wasn't sure where she was, but one thing that she knew was that she was still in Sicario.

Perhaps it was the olden dungeons, or maybe she was still in the same dungeons with her father but someone was playing games with her. She couldn't see in the dark and couldn't feel her legs.

However, even then, Hawi risked being cut by the blade that seemed to be a little too glad to have a taste of her, as she tried to estimate whatever she was in.

It didn't take her long to know that she was in a jail cell, one that only had enough space for her to stand. And yet she was sitting. That could explain the pain she was feeling and the blades that were constantly hitting her.

She was in the Sicacrio dungeons, and more specifically, her father's favorite torture chamber. It was something that Hawi had seen her father build for the worst of the worst and yet right now, she was in it.

Perhaps her father had never truly forgiven her for the death of her mother, right? And if that was so, then why did he wait for Dom to die for him to act on it? Or perhaps her brother wasn't even dead and she had been lured to this place?

Hawi had so many questions, most of which she wasn't sure she was ready for their answers yet. She had gone through so much but right no. she wasn't thinking with her emotions or even the pain she was feeling.

She was more clear-headed than ever, even as she forced herself to stand up, the crunching sound of her bones breaking made her cringe. But she had endured worse.

Perhaps the beatings she had forced herself to take over the past few years were eventually spying off. But was this something that her friends would agree with?

Was this something that Malika would sit by and watch on the sidelines?

Was this what Hawi was letting herself be into? And what if Rukiya came after her?

Well, this was one that he had to face alone, because she could dent everything but everyone out there couldn't. Everyone except malika.

Granted, she could have called Malika for help, but she knew Malika had to make sure that the whole madness in Sicario was dealt with properly.

"Well well well. If it isn't the prodigal daughter coming back home. I must say I never expected you would show up for me when you heard I died. That was a trick well played by Jer you know," Dom suddenly said.

Instead of Hawi letting out a gasp of shock, she just stared boredly at her brother standing outside her dungeon, smirking t her like he had won some damning jackpot.

Well, he had in a way.

He was finally having his sister who had eluded death, right there with them in the dungeons that she had helped fortify. Maybe caring did make her weak, but was that something that surprised Hawi anymore?

"Impressive, right? You both could feel that I was alive, because I let you. When I cut the mind links from Sicario on that rejection day, I intentionally left my links with the three of you open. I knew that I would someday get to this point.

"So how about greetings, Dom? Why don't you be nice to your sister and say hello in the right way, huh?" Hawi said and the younger Sicario kid just laughed at her, before the realization dawned on him and his father who was just calmly walking by.

He looked as fit as a fiddle, standing there and healthy as fuck. There was never anything wrong with the alpha and Hawi just stared at them with a blank face, like she was still waiting for her brother to formally greet her.

She didn't give two shits about the greetings, but right now, she wanted to strangle them both. She wanted to make them feel a little bit of pain for thinking they could outsmart her.

"For someone trapped in that jail, you sure have a mouth on you," Former Alpha Sicario said and Hawi looked at her leg that was slowly taking the hits of the blade that was constantly cutting her like it was some damning ritual.

"What can I say, I was born of the best," Hawi said and she heard a chuckle that seemed too familiar for it to be a mistake. She could have sworn she was hallucinating.

However, she didn't pay attention to it, because he knew it was a possible distraction, especially given how familiar the chuckle was.

She could have sworn she had heard it before, but then she still needed to be sure, though she didn't want to be played.

"You know I have a mole in Sicario,'' Hawi stated casually.

"Of course. Besides, who would have thought your mole would do the job and get you to us?" Dom said and his father just nodded at his son like it was the best of things.

"Well good luck finding them," Hawi said, knowing so well that Malika could easily murder her brother and her father without so much a second thought, let alone putting in any effort.

She knew Malika could take care of herself and she was proud of her protector, so she wasn't even worried about anything. Because Malika was her ultimate killing machine.

Her protector could burn the world if Hawi so requested, and if she pointed her at Sicario, then Malika would turn the once-great pack into a mass grave without thinking twice. Hawi knew that, and she trusted that.

"Oh, but we will. She spies all over. Though now that we think of it, it could be Elodie, since she suggested that we banish you. The rejection was her idea, and she seemed too relaxed lately.

"Unlike the other times when she was always sad and curing us out," Dom said and Hawi let out a laugh. These people had to be high on something if they thought that her sister could easily be manipulated by anyone.

Elodie Kane was the most emotionless butch that Hawi had met, and these people knew that too. Perhaps they were trying to make Hawi crack. But would they?

"Wow. Who would have thought that Kane would be at the forefront of it all?" Hawi asked in an unsurprised tone as she watched her father and her brother team up.

She had expected them to be on the same side. After all, they had been birds of the same feather, right? But would that explain the chuckle that came through again?

Hawi could tell that the person who was chuckling constantly was familiar and she wanted to put a name to the voice, but then maybe she was wrong.

Maybe it was In her head.

However, was it a coincidence for the second time?

"Anyway, do your worst."