The Rejected Alpha's Vengeance

Now that she was this close to Malika, Elodie wondered what was going on in Malika's head. She wondered if there was ever a definition of normal for her. She wondered if Malika would always put herself in harm's way for Hawi.

Granted, Elodie knew of Malika's job description, but a part of her couldn't help but pray that Malika would always be okay. She hated singing Malika hurt, and earlier today.

She had seen a pang of hurt in Malika's eyes, when Jer had started talking to Hawi indifferently.

"I know I can't talk you out of your job, but don't care me like that next time, Malika," Elodie said softly as she held her mate's hand.

Despite being in war the whole day and probably for centuries, Malika's hands were soft, and they seemed to give the feeling that this woman had never stabbed someone with chopsticks before.

She looked so delicate, so untouched, so fragile in her innocence. She looked like she could go into extreme mourning if she witnessed a butterfly die. Oh, how Elodie loved seeing this version of Malika.

That however didn't make it any better, seeing Malika stitched up like she was a sack of potatoes. The scene earlier, where her womb was removed, was scary as hell. It made Elodie wonder whether the Hawi squad knew what humanity was.

They had done the cruelest thing in front of so many and still managed to leave like they didn't just traumatize an entire pack. So much had happened that needed to be explained in simple term.

However, here next to Malika, Elodie was just grateful she was allowed to see her.

"I missed you so much today, and I wanted to come drag you from Jer's hands at whatever time you went on, I just didn't know today would be an ambush day. I would have been better by you, kissed you longer, held you closer, and hugged you tighter.

"Maybe I should have told you that I intend to mark you as mine when your mission is done and dusted. Or been courageous enough to let you know that I am in love with you, and not the kind of love that comes with the mate bond, but a love that knows no bounds.

"Maybe I could have made you understand that I would always, always love you regardless of the sides we fight for, love. Maybe this is me overreaching, but please, try and be safe out there even if your job is easily the most dangerous one please," Elodie whispered, even though it came off as a light whimper.

She could feel her eyes closing on her, probably because she too was tired from the battle earlier.

However, she wouldn't let herself sleep, because she knew Jer could come back any moment and if Elodie was asleep then he came back, he would probably think Elodie wasn't good enough to take care of his broken mate.

So Elodie held Malika's hand, softly counting the number of times her heartbeats could be felt. She hoped that it would keep her awake, but the rhythm of Malika's heartbeats seemed to be lulling her to sleep, which was the only thing that Elodie didn't want right now.

"Fuck. I need to stay awake, dammit," Elodie groaned, before she gently put Malika's hand hats he had been holding, back under the blankets, and then walked to the open window for some fresh air.

Perhaps the wind would be kinder to her enough and let her stay awake in the longest of nights for Sicario since the last battle that Hawi had held them on.

Elodie stared outside the window only to see the dead bodies of their fallen.

She reminded herself that she would lead the warriors in putting the bodies in one house, and when the war ended they would burn them all together seeing as there are thousands of dead bodies.

There was just never going to be enough mass graves for the fallen warriors. It was a cruel reality, but this was what home had been turned into.

"Ella—" Malika spoke after a while.

Elodie had lost track of time, but she could see that the sun was slowly coming up. She was glad to hear her mate's voice and she wanted to wish for her, but she didn't want to be seen as a desperate woman who was glad her mate, who hadn't even claimed her yet had woken up.

She wanted to ask Malika what it meant for them after the mind-blowing sex earlier, but then again, Elodie didn't want to be insensitive, seeing as the current situation was more demanding for the both of them, being head warriors of their masters and mistresses.

"You should still be sleeping, Luna," Elodie said as she looked out of the window still, and Malika felt like someone was toying with her heart.

Over the years she had closed her heart and promised to never open it, and now, the first one she opened it to was probably not in the mood to look at her because of the battle they were both into.

It was crazy what the war was doing to both of them, but then they were both helpless and couldn't make it end.

"Luna?" Malika asked with a scoff and Elodie turned to look at her Malika, her eyes cold like their relationship was not something they could talk of, not to mention the fact that she was trying to come off as professional.

But would it last when her heart was beating a little too hard because of Malika? Was she going to admit to this protector-killing machine that she loved hearing her name from Malika's lips? Would an admission change anything for them either way?

"The Alpha wants to meet the people and the elders. It's been a few hours, so he should be back soon, Luna. Do you need anything? I could go get it for you," Elodie said.

Her eyes and tone were passive like she hadn't eaten this woman's cunt like the holy grail, as if she hadn't fucked Malika and orgasmed with her more than they both could count. It was crazy how time could turn things into shells, but was that what this was?

"Yes, Ella," Malika said as she struggled to get up, before she slumped back on the bed. She had managed to tear her womb when she woke up, because she wanted to sit upright.

Perhaps she had forgotten that she had subjected herself to this pain to make sure that someone kept the Alpha busy, but goddamn, it fucking hurt so back that Malika almost triggered her healing abilities and walked out of this damning shitshow.

"What do you need, Luna?" Elodie asked and Malika felt the urge to throw up.

What the fuck was going on with this woman?

Or was this some sort of game that Elodie was playing with Malika? Well if it was a game., it wasn't interesting and Malika wanted to tell that to Elodie. but at the same time, she wanted to see how long this would take.

"Yes… I think I tore my wound, and it fucking hurts," Malika groaned out, not letting herself focus on Elodie's attitude. If Elodie wanted to play, they would play, but after Malika was well.

She couldn't do this anymore. But then she had to remind herself that she was here on a mission and she hadn't exactly objected to Mbali's sudden suggestion of her being pregnant.

That shit was hell for her, and now she knew she had to live with Jer and play the hurt and broken Luna for a longer time.

This game was exhausting and if Malika didn't know what the outcome would be already, she would have told Hawi to kill everyone to end the game, but she had to be patient, just like everyone else.

"I'm sorry, Luna. let me check it and patch you up," Elodie said as she looked around the room, almost like she was looking for something.

She then turned to the cameras in the room they were in, before she cut herself a little, and used her blood to block the cameras.

It was a wild thing to do and Malika was staring with her jaw open, especially when she saw Elodie walk to the door and shut them from the inside.

"What are you doing?" Malika asked weakly. She hated that this was happening and she wished she could have an amount of relief.

"Relieving you of the pain, sweetheart," Elodie said and Malika breathed out a sigh of relief, especially when she saw Elodie's smile brightening her face.

It was something Malika had never thought she would love to see this much, but goodness, seeing Elodie's smile made her feel human again. It was a beautiful thing for Elodie and Malika that Malika almost jumped, but she was still hurt.

"You really are crazy, and yet you told me earlier that I was the crazy one," Malika teased, before she threw the blankets off of her, and cast a spell that returned her body to its initial state before all the madness had begun.

Perhaps it was the only beautiful thing today, no?

"You heard me?"

"I'm immortal, baby. Looks like that is a concept that you will have to grasps differently," Malika said as she got off the end, and rushed to grab Elodie, smacking their lips together like they had been apart for years on end.

"Woah, woah, low down, tiger," Elodie said when she felt the urgency of the kiss.

"Give it to me," Malika begged

"As you wish, baby."