The Rejected Alpha's Vengeance

"The sister I know would have brought down the damn door if that meant getting to us. Remember when Awuor sniffed us when we were at our mother's funeral? She was so angry even then.

"My sister and vengeance go hand in hand. She wouldn't have held back like that woman did back there. What the fuck does she even want with us?" Dom asked frustratedly. He was right to wonder, really because Hawi had changed a lot over the years.

The only difference was that she had grown more lethal and was gladly parading in the pretense of a soft woman, a kind woman when all she wanted was to rip her brother's neck off. It would be so comforting to her and that was a truth that even Dom knew.

So, what the hell was he to make of this?

And would Hawi keep locking out everyone she cared about, while on her mission to doom?

"Whoever she is, she certainly had something to do with Malika being unconscious for two weeks. I need to be able to protect my mate, otherwise, nothing will be worth it, not even the power I worked so hard to get from your sister," Jer said defeatedly.

He didn't want to think of Hawi, because he knew that the longer he thought of the woman who had been tormenting him all that time, the more she would be real.

And if she ended up being real, then he was so certain that he would be first on Hawi's hit list. That much was a given.

No one would ever be able to save Jer when Hawi finally came for him. That was probably one of the reasons Rukiya was slowly enduring Hawi's pain on the other side of the pack.

"You seriously love that brainless woman, huh?" Dom laughed at Jer's stupidity. He couldn't however spell the stupidity out, because he knew Jer would be mad at him. However, even the blind could tell that what He had done had been crazy.

He had gone for a woman from the worst of the worst packs, a woman with no power and one who didn't even know how to act; like a damn trophy.

Meek Malika was an embarrassment to many and to Dom, she would never be the ultimate Luna. There was just no one who would ever match up to the alpha Hawi had always been; even Dominic Sicario knew that.

"You wouldn't know, man. I love her so much it makes me feel like I'll lose my brain. You are not to touch her no matter what happens. May Malika must be protected at all costs," Jer said as he watched the man behind the dungeons.

He truly cared for Malika, even though he didn't know that his love for Malika would probably be the worst thing that ever happened to him, especially if Hawi gave Malika the go-ahead to be the one to deal with Jer.

The skies would mourn for months on end, once Malika would be done with Jer. Oh, but he needed to pray really hard, but then it wasn't like Hawi would be forgiving either way, right?

"I wish you all the best with that. At least this one you can control. Awuor was unpredictable as fuck. She could burn down the world just to make things right.

"Oh, and make sure to be on alert, we don't know what the woman back there could do, just to try and prove to you that she is my dead sister," Dom warned Jer. He was aware of the repercussions of dealing with Hawi or even trying to, for that matter.

Dom knew his sister so well that he was sure the skies would turn green if Hawi so-wanted them to. But perhaps even he was counting on his sister's ability to comprehend right from wrong, yeah?

"I'm not scared of her. If I managed to take down your sister, the alpha of alphas, I have nothing to worry about," Jer said proudly like it had been an easy feat to take down Hawi.

At that, Dom stared at the alpha before him, and he was taped to tell Jeremiah Warner that he hadn't been able to take down Hawi. No one could take down Hawi and that was something they had known from the beginning.

Dom knew something and he wasn't about to let it out to Jer, because instead of responding to the man, he changed the subject, like he had done listening to the pathetic alpha he had chosen to side with.

Well, his choices sure did have consequences and alpha Jer was that one consequence that wouldn't ever be good for him, or anyone, ever.

But what if they were wrong?

"Why are we here?" Dom asked, turning to the prisoner before them. He was a familiar face, one that Dom would have loved to interact with over the years, but then the universe and the tidings of fate haven't given them that chance.

So, all they had to go by was just the emptiness and the blank stares that yielded nothing in the end.

But was it comfortable enough that they could see each other?

"We have to check if your father knows anything about Elodie acting up. That bitch is giving me a hard time. She even popped up and tried to save face today," Jer complained before he went on to tell Dom how Elodie had saved Malika and him.

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It was all so crazy and perfect. A little too perfect, if it got the reigning Sicario alpha to notice.

Even then, would Jer manage to convince Dom, when the man was looking at his father who was beaten, bruised, and broken courtesy of Jer himself and the warlock they had chosen the side with?

Funny how Hawi was too much a force to be reckoned with, to the point that they had done everything humanely and supernaturally possible to make sure that she had no reason to come back home if ever she was alive somewhere out there.

"She really wants to be the beta, huh? And why would you let her protect the woman you love?" Dom asked, even though he wasn't interested in listening to a love-struck Jeremiah.

It was just a waste of his time, but then they were on the same side, so he needed to be supportive and shit.

"She is the perfect fit for the job. Besides, she attacked Malika because she thought I killed you. I don't know what goes on in that woman's head. I wouldn't even want to think about it right now," Jer sighed as Dom laughed at the alpha's reasoning.

If that was the same brain he was using to run Sicario, then Jer could as well surrender himself to the mad woman in their dungeons who looked like Hawi, right?

"Kane came after YOU? Because she thought you killed me? Damn, that woman must be out of her mind or something. She doesn't like me, and would rather fight me than fight for me, and yet she came after you for me?

"I'm not sure if that should make me feel special or worried for my life," Dom said and Jer just punched him. It was not an easy thing to do, and the longer he was around Elodie, the more Jer got concerned with what the woman wanted.

At least this time she had been clear about the beta position. But how long would it take before she changed her mind and started thinking of something else?

"You're already dead in her eyes you little fucker," Jer reminded the young Sicario who seemed to have forgotten he had a wake earlier.

"If you put it like that, then it seems I still have a chance with her," Dom said, ignoring what Jer had just said.

"That bitch likes women, bro. The day she tells you she wants you, just run," Jer said and they both burst into laughter, especially since that was the turn of the matter. It was hopeless for them.

"Hello, Papa, you look so worn out," Dom greeted the man they had been staring at in the dungeon.

The former alpha, Sicario.

The real alpha anyway.