The Rejected Alpha's Vengeance

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[HAWI]

"You're going to meet your sister, Atticus. It should be a perfect reunion, huh?" Hawi said, letting her team hear her voice for the first time in two weeks. She had been watching, and studying them, and eventually, she figured it was time to come here.

Atticus didn't even know what he was supposed to say to the woman. His voice was sore, and every word that came out of his mouth couldn't be heard. His body hurt, he was missing an arm and an ankle.

His entire body looked like someone had been throwing darts at it, and his magic had been absorbed by Hawi in the process. He was helpless and couldn't do shit, even though he could sense his sister's magic in Hawi.

He hadn't expected that, but the fact that Hawi was subconsciously absorbing the magic of the shadow warlocks was scary enough for the warlock. He didn't know how to live a life without magic, and at the same time, he wasn't sure he would be alive anyway.

"Wait… we sprint two weeks going in circles… because you wanted us to mourn the fallen, right?" Mbali asked as she looked at Hawi and then at Atticus who had so many wishes but wouldn't ever get any of them granted.

"That makes a lot of sense. She was always watching over us in silence, making us feel safe," Elodie added and Malika just chuckled, making them look at her. They had all been in the same position but she was happy?

"Took you long enough to realize that. The mourning period in Greyson is two weeks. Mistress knew we couldn't go and mourn with Greyson, so she made us mourn in our ways," Malika explained and they facepalmed.

Then again with Hawi everything she did always had a meaning to it. It didn't matter that she was psycho, because no matter what happened, nothing she did was just for the sake of it. She was, after all, a great strategist.

"I think I'm falling in love again," Rukiya said heartily, and they all let out laughs, while Hawi just turned to her and hugged her softly, kissing her hair as they waited for the Sicario gates to open for them.

It wasn't going to be easy, but then they were way past the technicalities and safety measures. They had come here to make sure that they got what they wanted regardless of the consequences.

"Well, well, well. Look who it is who came crawling back home. At least this time you had some manners and knocked on the gates, didn't you?" Alpha Jeremiah greeted as he opened the gates.

He could see the five women standing there but he was unable to see Atticus whose eyes were pleading for a merciful death. The warlock was way beyond living and he wasn't even trying to fight to live anymore.

He was fucked and he knew it, but as he looked at Jer, he wondered if the man could see him. Well, he couldn't.

"What can I say, east or west, all roads eventually lead home, don't they?" Hawi said as she stared at Jer who was glaring daggers at Malika. He looked like he hated this Malika more than life itself and if given the chance, he would end her.

"But this is no home for you, Awuor. Sicario doesn't want or even need you anymore. Besides, where is that army you always boast of? Don't tell me you were bested by the shadow warlocks," Jer said confidently and Malika snockered.

This man couldn't be serious right? If anything, Hawi could single-handedly take over the pack, but then he seemed to be forgetting about so many things. Maybe he would get the reminder once they were done with him right?

"I know, which is why your watchers are dead and your guards are no longer standing beside you. Need I mentioned that the Sicario gates are open and your people are looking ready to fight me?

"This should be fun," Hawi said as she walked past Jer, dragging Atticus with her while Malika stood her ground watching Jer with amused eyes. She had waited for this day for so long and her mistress was handing her the swine.

"I guess it's you and me now, huh?" Malika said as she walked towards Jer, who instinctively stepped back into the pack borders as if that would help him and save him from the protector who looked like she was about to wring his head open.

"You killed her and took on her skin. You took my Malika from me and I won't forgive you for that," Jer said as he tried to lunge at Malika only to miss and fall face-first onto the ground.

He could hear swords clanging around and he was certain that it wasn't Malika. However, that didn't make it any better because his people were now being fought by four crazies who had all the time in the world.

"So, what if I did… What will you do? You'll go cry to mommy and tell her that I took your woman's face and everything else? You know I wanted to know why you were so in love with this face, but even to this day, I don't.

"I guess you have a thing for the impossible huh? Your mate was a weakling who couldn't even try to survive. She died alone in a stuffed room with weapons? What a waste of life. I bet it's even good that she's gone.

"Besides, you had a mate, an actual one and you fucked it over. I'm starting to think your name should be changed to Jeremiah fucking Warner, man," Malika said and Jer glared at her, this time, he grabbed his blade and threw it at Malika who caught the blade.

It was so easy for her and Jer stared in shock. He wasn't certain what he was doing, but even he knew he was outnumbered. So, he made the only choice he could at the moment, if it would ever count for anything.

Jer ran. Literally.

Jhe ran towards his people and asked for swords to join the fight.

Expectedly, the fight was supposed to be ways, given it was just five women against the entire Sicario army. They were outnumbered, but would the huge army be able to win this kind of battle?

These warriors were immortal, had nothing left to lose, and had gone to the pits of hell and come back. They were worse than the devil himself and at the same time, they were being led by the devil herself, who was seated on Atticus's body.

Hawi was watching the warriors get their asses kicked by the women and she loved it.

It was always fun watching them in action and it was truly fulfilling. The best part of this all was that even though they were fighting everyone, none of them was even paying attention to Jeremiah; not even Malika who had been with him earlier.

She was focused on making sure whatever remained of Sicario was what they wanted and needed. It didn't matter how long the war would take or even what they would do, because today, they would fight to the death.

It didn't matter how long it took.

"You guys are really pathetic, is that all you got from my years of training you?"