The Rejected Alpha's Vengeance

"Goodness, woman. What the hell do you want me to wear to our date then?" Jer asked and Malika asked again. She had made the poor man feel like this was a terrible idea.

"Malika is a simple girl. If you dress like that, she will be intimidated, and I doubt you want your little mindless Luna crying on your first date, no?" Elodie said and Jer seemed to be thinking so much into it.

He never wanted to hurt Malika and that was a weakness that Elodie had also learned.

She would without a doubt explore it later but until then, there was just no way this bastard was going to be dressing up to meet her woman – the one she fucked senseless in the past two hours. It wasn't going to happen, at least not on her watch.

"Actually, you do have a point," Jer said before he checked his office closet and got out some light clothes for their date.

Ever since the blood rain, there had been whispers in Sicario, but today he was choosing to focus on his woman and his woman alone. He didn't care about anything else. Maybe this was his way of getting back on his feet, right?

"Now you look better," Elodie said even though Jer looked like some kid who had never stepped into a ballroom and seen how beautiful women were. Perhaps this was truly fitting for the personality Malika had been parading around for them, right?

"Okay. Wish me luck," Jer said, satisfied with how he looked. He would charm his beautiful wife and make her feel loved. Perhaps today, he would get a kiss from her, right?

"Well then, whatever the hell people wish for each other. I wish you that. Is there anything you need from me?" Elodie asked, not wanting to be in the same room as Jer anymore. He was giving her mixed signals and she couldn't be here, not right now.

"Nothing. You can leave and go have fun. You might actually get a wife in the process," Jer said and Elodie snorted at him. Oh, he had no clue what he was talking about at the moment, and that in itself made it a beautiful surprise.

"Yo— Holy fuck," Elodie said, making Jer turn to look at her. He couldn't understand what could have prompted that, but as he followed Elodie's line of sight he couldn't help but think the same as the woman.

"Holy fuck indeed," Jer said as he stared at the beautiful woman standing at the door of his office. She looked so damn gorgeous it was almost a dream for Jeremiah. There was just no way that he had managed to score her, right?

"Is it too much?" Malika asked meekly, her eyes trained on her husband who was drooling already. She couldn't look at Kane, given her pussy still hurt from their little exercise earlier. However, that didn't mean that she didn't need more.

"Oh, sweet goddess, nothing is too much. It's perfect. You… You're so perfect, my love," Jer said, as he focused on Malika, not even realizing that Elodie had decided to leave the two of them and use the other exit.

"I— Thank you," Malika said, as a blush rose up her cheeks. She looked so beautiful in a long bodycon cowl neck black dress, with mule heels. Her hair was rolled into waves and her makeup was on point.

If it hadn't been for her voice, anyone could have assumed that Malika Warner was a goddess on her own. It was no wonder that Elodie had excused herself. She was fighting the urge to take Malika there and then.

"It's so tempting to complete the mating right now, sweetheart," Jer said and Malika hid her syringe.

She could only think of Elodie calling her that and it had been beautiful. However, hearing it from Jer's mouth was disgusting and it made her want to change into some baggy clothes for this goddamn date.

But she had to remind herself that this was all for the distraction, and it seemed like she would manage it without putting in so much effort.

"Thank you," Malika said with a blush as she looked at her feet, like she didn't want to look Jer in the eyes.

She was his Luna, but here she was just the girl who was meant to be in love with him. She was the girl who had fallen head over heels for him and whose world revolved around him. Oh, but Jer was falling deeper.

"Come, love. Let's go to that date before I end up doing things that will stop us from leaving this office," Jer said sincerely and Malika let out a shy chuckle as she raised her head.

"C… Can I kiss your cheek?" Malika said meekly, and she smiled helplessly at Jer.

"Oh love," Jer said before he captured her lips in a soft kiss.

He was gentle with her, like he didn't want to ruin her lipstick but at the same time, he was practicing restraint. He couldn't bring himself to imagine how beautiful his woman was and boy was it fucking with him.

"Let's go, my beautiful," Jer said when they pulled apart in a kiss that Malkia had agreed to, even though she was imagining Elodie's lips on hers.

The protector was whipped for the Sicario warrior and it was no secret that she had made up her mind when it came to Elodie. All they had to do was win the war for Hawi and then everything would be fine.

Perhaps it wouldn't be for long, right?

That morning was beautiful for the love birds.

The date was simple, like Jer was trying to see whether Malika would love it, and she did. At least her meek self did. She looked so happy throughout like she wouldn't hurt him if he tried to look in the direction of Hawi even once.

'How far, Hawi?' Malika asked in the midline when she couldn't take it anymore with the date she had been forced to go to with Jer. She had been absent-minded the whole time and worried about Hawi.

Knowing the woman, she was probably thinking of a way to sacrifice herself and if Hawi did that, Malika would kill Her and everything this bastard held dear. Then again, it wouldn't give Hawi closure, which was the only thing Malika wanted for her.

She needed Hawi to have closure because the woman needed it and if flattening Sicario was it, then she would lead the way.

'We're coming, Malika. I didn't change my mind. don't worry. How's your date with Jer?' Hawi asked, teasing the last bit like it was supposed to make Malika feel a little bit better. But then it was just chaotic for her.

'I would choose death over a date with him again,' Malika said as she mirrored their date to Hawi who ended up laughing at her misery.

Jer was babbling about the plans he had for Malika and to any normal woman, they would have been beautiful and worthy plans. They were plans to make sure Malika had everything she needed.

The Sicario Alpha talked like he would give the world to Malika which was true, but what world would he give to the woman who was determined to destroy him to bits? Maybe that was insane of him or her, but it just didn't matter.

'Well, don't die yet, Malika. We're here. But we attack at nightfall,' Hawi said.

Malika let out a breath of relief. She had never been this excited to kill people and right now the fact that Hawi was around, and she had endured this long ass date for that, made her feel like it was worth it.

"Thank the goddess," Malika breathed out and Jer just smiled heartily at her even though that was a response for Hawi.

"I am so happy that you belong with me, my dear Malika. Tell me love, do you have any plans for your future that you would want me to help you out with?" Jer asked.

Malika stared at him wondering what the fuck this man was blabbering about. She hadn't been paying any attention to his blabbers previously so she was a little out of the loop. So, she spoke the only thing that she could think of at the moment.

"I will follow you wherever you go, dear husband. I trust your decisions for me," Maika said and Jer leaned in for a kiss.

"I love you so much," Jer said and Malika just leaned in and kissed him. Perhaps one last time, right?

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[A/N]

* The physical description of Jer and Malika's date venue was quite insignificant... so I didn't give it attention as much... sorry. But you can picture a beautiful hotel with an arcade 🙁