The Rejected Alpha's Vengeance

He had to fight for his Malika and make sure that she was okay. He didn't give two shits about himself as long as she was okay. And if that meant pleading with Mbali not to hurt his women then he would do it without a doubt.

He would crawl and beg like anyone in his state would.

"How pathetic. You warriors can clearly hear you being beaten and none of them cares—" Mbali said only to be interrupted by a meek voice in the distance.

It was a familiar voice that got her smiling at Jer who was still pleading with Mbali to not tell her. Then again what was the point of that at the moment when it seemed like Malika had been her all along?

"Husband, what shouldn't she tell me?" Malika asked and Jer wished the earth could swallow him at that moment.

He wanted to disappear and never reappear before her. He wants to make a run for it but where would he go when it was getting clearer that his Malika was also a target for his enemies?

Would it make his life any better knowing his love was to back suffering because of him again? This was what pain and defeat looked like and Jeremiah was the perfect example of just that.

"Baby… I… I thought you were sleeping?" Jer asked sheepishly as he finally got up even though his body hurt like a bitch. He couldn't take this anymore. However, he didn't have any options lying around for him to consider.

"What is she doing here?" Malika asked again as she looked at Mbali, the woman who had ripped out a part of her that she would never be able to get back. Oh, how she wanted to lunge at Mbali right now.

"I just found her and she began throwing me around," Jer said weakly and Malika held back the urge to snort. She would have never thought that Jeremiah would be accepting defeat like this.

It was obvious he was trying to shift her attention from what Mbali had said but would it really work? Would it be when Malika was staring at Mbali with familiar eyes while masking them for Jer not to see?

"What?" Malika asked and Mbali snickered.

"So you won't tell her that we killed her parents? I guess you're being a coward as usual. Anyway, Hawi sent me to tell you that you have three days to bury your dead and prepare yourselves to be worthy opponents in the war.

"She won't go easy on you but I think you already know that given the results from yesterday, and she says you might want to get your precious Malika off her battlefield because she won't forgive anyone this time," Mbali said to her face-palming.

This woman was a disaster to him and he would make sure to eliminate her first. Now he had a lot of explaining to do to his wife who wouldn't even want to look at him again.

It was like everything is going from bad to worse in his life and all because of his greed for power. It was all haunting him instead of making him happy. What kind of hell was this?

"What is she saying, husband? What about my parents? Wh—" Malika asked weakly and Jer wished he could disappear for real this time.

Everything was not getting better. It was one misfortune after the other and that was fucking with his mind. What was he even supposed to do about this? How was he to comfort his already broken wife?

Was there anything he would be able to do to keep her safe?

"Russel please," Jer whispered and Malika looked at him like she couldn't believe he was doing this to her. There was nothing good that Russel woman would be able to do to her and she hated it. That woman would only cause problems really.

"You— You want her to…" Malika began but she didn't finish her sentence because the warlock was here and the boy was Malika in shock.

Of the people she had been thinking of as Russel the warlock helping the dumb Alpha. This one certainly wasn't it and when the fuck was this woman ever a warlock? What kind of fuckery was this?

If Hawi knew this she would burn Greyson with everything and everyone in it, and Malika would gladly help her.

"Malika Warner… Nice to finally meet you," the warlock greeted and Malika stood there dumbfounded. If she wasn't acting as meek Malika and hiding everything about her, she could have struck this woman down.

This was betrayal worse than what anyone could think of.

The fact that this woman was demanding for the death of Rukiya Gregson was absurd in all ways. Unless she wanted Jer to go after Rukiya so Hawi would defend her, then she could do something to Hawi?

What was with everyone trying to kill Hawi? Was she too powerful to trigger this many enemies by just being born? Jer's existence itself seemed to be a problem to many in the realm and Malika couldn't understand just why people were so pressed.

"You—" Malika began and Russel looked at her as if to ask if they knew each other. It was almost like she was dating Malika to say something, anything that could let the woman know that she knew her.

It was now what they are used to and honestly, it was upsetting on so many levels. Malika could feel protector rage showing up and she had to fight everything in her not to lash out at this woman.

It wasn't going to be fright, not to mention if she lashed out at the woman, then she would have failed her mission, which was something that Hawi wouldn't accept and would be a long session for her in the protector council.

Even then, she wanted to wring this woman's neck and fold her up like a ck of clothes only to burn her up. Oh, how Malika was disappointed and angry. Was betrayal really something that people took pride in this much?

"I see your wife is in shock Jer. What happened to her this time and why did you call for me? I was in a council meeting," Russel said and Jer sighed before he looked at his tired wife.

He just wanted her to get some rest and he enjoyed sleeping it off. The news about her family was too much for her and him and honestly, he couldn't imagine what she was falling through. He couldn't even begin to imagine, seeing as they were at war.

"Do it. Let her sleep until the war ends. I can explain everything to her later. I just can't handle seeing her hurt again. Please, Russel," Jer said and Malika looked at the two of them incredulously.

Of course, that was an advantage for Malika seeing as she would be out of her body and rip through the Sicario warriors feely, but she wanted to know more.

"Wh— Luna Razia," Malika pleaded and Russel, or rather, Luna Razia cast a sleeping spell on her.