The Rejected Alpha's Vengeance

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

The former alpha, Sicario.

Dom may have been here with his father but he hadn't ever once come to see the man.

It was like they didn't have any other relationship, which was questionable since the man had been forced into that dungeon for his alleged murder of the song that was staring at him.

"He must be going out of his mind. He tried to escape fifty times in the past week alone. Your family is nuts sometimes," Jer said as he looked at the distraught alpha in the dungeons.

He looked so beaten and bruised. The Sicario alpha was covered in dried blood.

His face was scarred, his throat bruised and he had dark marks all over him. He looked so terrible it was hard to even tell that this was the same man who had been in power, the man who had fathered Awuor Hawi Sicario.

He looked like he had been to hell and back, and he would always belong there for some reason. Oh, but the alpha was broken, both literally and mentally. He couldn't even handle hearing what his son was saying, because he hated the betrayal.

He hated that his son had betrayed him, of all the people in the world. Well, if Dom had betrayed Hawi, who was his best friend and sister, who was his father, right? Or maybe that was supposed to be an exception for some reason, yeah?

"I wonder what he will do if he hears we have caught a woman who looks like my sister," Dom said as he roughly tapped the bars of the dungeon his father was in. He knew that this wasn't fair for the man, but then he had known too much.

His father had found out about their horrifying truth, which made it even harder for him to be killed. His father had learned things that they weren't ready to share with the world, ever.

Maybe that was not reason enough for a son to want his father dead, but with greed in the mix, there wasn't much left to be considered anyway. Life was shit and he wasn't going to try and play the good soldier, because even he knew that it didn't suit him.

"He's probably hallucinating. Perhaps we should drag his ass to that woman, right?" Jer said and Dom just nodded in agreement like that was the best idea that he had ever heard in a long time.

It was crazy, what the both of them were more than willing to do, the lengths to which they were more than ready to drag the former alpha to.

They knew he couldn't protest because, with a broken trachea, there was just no way he could say shit, not to mention he didn't even have a tongue. Alpha Sicario was on his own and in the worst of ways, which didn't make his life any easier.

"Alright, let me open the door," Dom said as he grabbed the keys from his pocket and opened the door that was staring at them.

"Hey papa, we have your daughter. Your Hawi is back," Dom taunted and alpha Sicario just groaned. He had been going crazy the whole time he was locked here.

The alpha had had the displeasure of watching his son fake his death and him taking the blame for it. If they hadn't used magic to suppress his abilities, Sicario would have straight-up murdered his son. your-MVLeMpYr-source

He couldn't fathom how he had raised such a monster. He had always hoped that Hawi was somewhere out there or that Hawi would come home and fix things. But if he knew that his daughter was back, would that relieve him?

Would it make his life better?

Would it benefit him in any way? And more than anything, would it give the poor locked-up alpha hope that life would be better? There was so much he had been dealing with in here, but he couldn't ever complain.

"He won't speak. But let's take him on that little tour," Jer said and Dom laughed, staring at him after. He knew the man was weak and a part of him wanted to pity his father, but he wasn't in the capacity of that.

He had committed one too many crimes against the house of Sicario that he wouldn't ever be able to fix. He was also certain his father would never forgive him for what he had done. So, he chose to go along with it.

If anything, Jer loved power and he wanted to be in charge.

Granted, Jer seemed to be in power, but Dom was the one calling the shots. In the end, Jeremiah Warner subscribed to a lifetime role of being the Sicario household piper. Perhaps it suited him well, yeah?

"Are you sure? He could be a nuisance to us," Dom said and Jer just stared at him like he wasn't serious.

Well, the argument didn't make any sense because they had been planning this for months and months. Now that they were so close to eliminating the final pawn on the chessboard, they couldn't be backtracking.

They couldn't just let everything fall apart like that.

"Dude, we don't have enough time to be playing games with him. Get in there and bring him out," Jer said as he stood outside the dungeon.

He was scared of going into the Sicario alpha's dungeon because he knew for a fact that the alpha wouldn't ever forgive him. He knew the alpha was still strong and would try to hurt him if he went in there.

This was also why he had insisted on Dom, because the alpha may have been angry, but he would never harm his kids. Maybe that made him a soft alpha, but wasn't it with that soft nature that he had managed to nurture the craziest alpha to ever exist?

"Fine whatever," Dom said as he fit into the dark dungeon and used his werewolf sight to see his father. The lighting was dim here, but it was enough for him to get a good look at the man who had cared for him since before he even knew himself.

Sighing, Dom held onto his father's arm, gently like he was afraid he would harm the man. He was delicate with him to the point that anyone would think that he still cared for his father, but then the Sicario alpha knew better.

His son was nothing but an imbecile.

As Dom helped his rebelling father up, he couldn't help but notice how weak the alpha had gotten. He couldn't even get up on his own, and his arms were fractured.

However, it didn't take long for Dom to realize what had happened, and boy was he pissed.

"What the fuck happened to his legs?" Dom asked worriedly as he hid the concern in his voice.

He also didn't want to show that he was pissed off because if he showed it, he wouldn't let Jeremiah live and he needed to see the end of the project he had betrayed his family for.

That was probably the only reason He was alive but would it change the betrayal?

"We broke his legs because he was constantly trying to escape. Is that going to be a problem for you?" Jer asked, hitting a tone that left no room for questions but Dom didn't care.

He never thought he would see him after this week, and that disgusted him and made him angry. It was like his father had been reduced to whatever the hell this was. But was he any better than the slain Luna Eniola Sicario?

"If I'm the one carrying him to that fake sister then yes. Help me out here," Dom said angrily after a long silence like he was contemplating what to say and how to react because he couldn't let himself twist Jer's neck.

He however couldn't do that today, even though with every word that came from the man's mouth, Jer was slowly thinking of teaching Her a lesson.

Defeatedly, Jer sighed before they both helped the alpha up and walked him to the one where Hawi was.

"Hey, sis. Look who I brought. I figured if you were real you'd already know that the man I came with earlier wasn't our father.

"But not to worry, we'll open the door so you can see father dearest," Dom's voice interrupted Hawi's empty thoughts making her look at Jer blankly, though what she saw made her want to quit the pretense and go to her father.

What the hell was even this and how the fuck had things escalated this much?