The Rejected Alpha's Vengeance

"Are you serious right now?" Elodie asked the brooding alpha. She had checked the entire pack house for the man and didn't find him, only to get him hurdled up against the door to Hawi's suite, like some monk praying for the impossible.

"Is this it for you? Do you think you will get my sister's brains transferred into your empty one if you lean on her door like some clueless wimp? Your people need you and you're here wallowing in pity. The people need their Luna and you have yet to answer any of the questions.

"What is going on with you? Are you stepping down from the Alpha position?" Elodie asked given she was done pestering him. She knew that this man was hopeless and had grown so in the last five days. He looked so screwed and out of touch with reality, it was devastating to watch.

"The warriors want you for them. Why don't you step up? We both know you can do better than a wallowing pathetic Alpha, right?" Jer said defeatedly as he looked up at the beta that his people loved.

He knew that she was the best choice for a replacement for him and regardless of what happened, the Sicario wolves would be in the best hands if Elodie was to take over from him. At least he was sure she couldn't be corrupted like him.

"Is that what this is to you? You're the alpha Jer. you and no one else. Why don't you get the fuck up and act like one?" Elodie said disappointedly as she glared at the alpha before her. She couldn't believe that this was happening.

Then again, she couldn't blame him for wanting some pace. The pressure was building up and it was all against him. There was only so much he could handle before he broke apart, especially now that he had no support system.

"What do you want me to say, Kane, huh? What is it that you expect me to say or do? You think I don't know I fucked up? You think I don't know my warriors hate me and want me gone? You think I don't hear the mind links filled with people cursing me?

"You think I am not trying to find a way to make it make sense for everyone? What the hell would you want me to do? I am trying to think but then nothing seems to be working anymore! You want to know why I led us to that losing war, huh?" Jer asked with a painful chuckle.

He looked like the world was strangling him and drowning him at the same time, and he was just trying to hold on and find a way to get back up with minimal casualties. But even if he managed to get back up, the damage had already been done.

Elodie looked at the desperate alpha before her. She knew he would probably try to spin everything in his favor and she expected him to spin it all around and bring it back to trying to save Sicario from imaginary enemies.

As much as Elodie wanted to hear the alpha implicate himself, she just didn't have the time for that. She hadn't seen Malika in five days and she had a terrible feeling about it. The war hadn't been that nice and with Malika not even coming to her, there had to be something else.

"Honestly? No. I don't want to hear more excuses from you. I came to look for you here because it was the last palace I could think of, having scoured the entire pack house and didn't find you anywhere.

"I imagined that something had been wrong with you, but you look alright to me, so I will be on my way. Whatever you want to do, you do it. You can either stay here and wait to borrow my dead best friend's brains, with the illusion that you see her, or you can go to your people.

"Whatever choice you make, I don't care. Goodbye Warner, I guess I'll see you around… Or not," Elodie said, intentionally mentioning Hawi and her death in the middle because she knew it would get him thinking again.

Jer watched as his beta walked away from him, just when he was about to explain. That in itself broke his heart even more because he knew that there wasn't a thing he could do at the moment. Perhaps he could try and reach out to Razia, right?

But how was he to do that, when they never had any channel of communication? The woman usually showed up and left as she pleased, not that Jer would have a say in whatever the hell the Greyson Luna did anyway.

So, he stayed there whispering to his wife who was inside the former alpha's suite. He hoped that Razia would free her, given that Jer had kept up his end of the bargain… well Theo had, but potato, potato, right? Maybe that was worth it?

"I'll find a way to save you, Malika. I will definitely save you, my love. Please hold on for me," Jer said as he struggled to get up. He knew there was no point in him getting seated in front of Hawi's suite.

Sure, he didn't want his Malika to feel lonely, but how was a woman who wasn't even in the room supposed to be lonely because of him and his dumb decisions? It just wasn't adding up, but hey he was the alpha in love wasn't he?

With one last look at Hawi's suite door, Jer dejectedly got up and headed toward the Sicario assembly hall. It had been rebuilt when the tunnels collapsed and even after the blood rain, but he never went back there.

Granted, he didn't even know the state of the pack he was leading but he would find a way right? Maybe they would give him a chance to explain, or maybe, just maybe, they wouldn't dismiss him and force him out, right?

Walking across the hallways, Jer could see the warriors in their uniforms, almost like they were not letting their guard down. They were manning the corridors, making sure that no one would be left alone.

He also noticed that the pack members hadn't gone back to their houses and instead were living in the bunkers under the pack house. They were huge bunkers, but this wasn't what Jer had envisioned for Sicario. This wasn't it.

"Hello Theo," Jer greeted, when he ran into Theo. The Sicario enforcer didn't even spare the alpha glance, if anything, he just walked past Jer with the warriors he was with. It was like the alpha was invisible to them, even though they knew he was there.

But what was the point in having an alpha whose main agenda was his Luna and getting his people killed? He had fucked them over twice and Theo wasn't going to let the same alpha fucked them over the third time.

The man could have the alpha position, but the Sicario warriors would be running the pack. If Jer had a problem with that, he could take it up with the council that wasn't even in the mood to listen to him.

"Fuck!" Jer shouted as he rested his head between his knees in frustration. But even that didn't earn him a glance from his people. They were so done with him.