The Rejected Alpha's Vengeance

"No… Please, no," Jer whimpered as he looked at his wife. He could only imagine what the poor woman was thinking and he hated it.

"Kill me if you must, but please, don\'t hurt her. Please, don\'t hurt my Malika, please," Jer begged, his words taking everyone back. The most selfish wolf was laying his life for his woman. And that too in front of the entire Sicario — dead and alive.

"Well, this just made it interesting," Hawi spoke as she looked at Jer, who was relentless in his fight for his freedom.

He was getting poked and slowly feeling the pain of the poison. It was just a matter of time before he fell limp, but then that didn\'t matter to him. All he wanted was his Malika. He was a man in love and he was fucked over it.

"Awuor, please. Let her be. Save her from this mess. Just please, if you must, please erase her memories of this horror. I will do whatever you want me to do. I won\'t even look at Rukiya Greyson to kill her as I expected of me.

"Please, for her, please save her the pain of all this, and I will be at your mercy," Jer begged and Malika felt her heart warming at Jer\'s request. If this man wasn\'t the bastard he was, she could have felt a little loved because of him.

Well, it was obvious he loved her, but then that came at the expense of so many lives. It just didn\'t make any sense and it was a cruel thing for them to even think of. Jer had ruined so many lives, yet he refused to add one more to the long list.

"Sire, the warriors, they—" Theo suddenly said as he reached the group that was with their Alpha.

Theo could see the pack Luna on her knees and the Alpha shackled in thorns not to mention he could see his former Alpha standing there covered in blood which was obviously from their warriors.

Theo was in shock as he looked at Hawi. he never imagined this would be possible and he could see that there was already a dilemma here.

Loyalty was never an issue for the Sicario warrior knights but right now, as Theo looked at Hawi, he wasn\'t sure whether to be glad that she was alive or sad that she showed up just to fight them.

Then again he couldn\'t blame her. Sicario had taken everything from her and if she was there for retribution, Theo wouldn\'t question it. Hell, he would do the same if he ever suffered a loss as big as the Sicario household had suffered.

Perhaps there was just more that could be done for them right?

"Alpha? You\'re alive?" Theo said as he dared to walk towards the rejected Alpha. He was astonished at how much she had changed and she looked like the best of the best warriors. He loved that this was happening.

Of course, her coming back, but then he had so many questions as did the entire Sicario pack, but did he have the right to ask Hawi any questions? Would it be right for him to do that?

"Stay back, Theo. We have more pressing issues than seeing your former Alpha alive," Rukiya said and Theo just snorted gladly as he smiled from ear to ear. Well, turns out he was one of the people who was glad Hawi lived.

"Spare her, please, Rukiya, and whatever the fuck this protector is. Please spare my Luna," Jer pleaded, and that got Theo out of the bubble he was in.

The situation was more dire than he thought so he rushed to stand beside Elodie, ready to defend whatever was left of Sicario with his life.

"Your husband killed all of these people here. He was the reason we came and attacked because your husband touched what he shouldn\'t have. Your husband, sweet Malika, caused my mate pain, and seeing you here, makes the perfect opportunity for me.

"But don\'t worry, your turn is here now, because we are done with the first house of the attack on Sicario," Rukiya said to meek Malika who shared between Jer and Rukiya, like she was trying to understand what the truth was.

She was confused and rightfully so or that was what Jer needed to see. But either way, this woman was playing her part so well it was already appealing to the Sicario warriors who are unable to get out of the pack house to defend their Alpha and their home.

"But—" the woman said and Malika snorted.

"Here\'s the thing, Malika. If you kill your husband, we will leave. We won\'t attack Sicario again. If you kill him, we won\'t have a reason to come after Sicario, because we will make sure that you are protected and the remaining warriors.

"Our battle is with Jer and the forces behind him, the forces that make the lives of innocents difficult. So do it, Malika. Kill your husband and save the entire Sicario," Mbali said and the woman looked at her as if to ask if this was a part of the job.

She had been dragged here to play meek Malika and her memories were fucked with so she could be the perfect Malika.

Honestly, she was so convincing that if Elodie didn\'t smell her scent on the real Malika, Elodie could have assumed this meek woman was the same woman she had fucked earlier.

"You want me to kill my husband? Haven\'t there been enough deaths here?" the woman cried out and Jer could feel whatever was left of his heart shattering to endless pieces again. He hated the tears on Malika\'s face.

He hated the fact that he was there and there wasn\'t a thing he could do. He had even begged them to take his life instead of leaving her with these mental scars, but they had refused.

Oh but Jer felt his world coming down on him and this time he was worried he would never survive.

"Of course. Kill him and we leave. Fail to kill him and we take away that other thing," Mbali said and the woman freaked out.

She wasn\'t sure what other thing Mbali was talking about and frankly, the temptation to kill her for the sake of peace was intense. It was a shit show that much was certain but the mess was already here and there wasn\'t a thing they could do to fix it.

Perhaps at the end of the day, they would have to face their new reality, no?

"Hold on. What other things will you take from her? She\'s already hurting, what else do you want with her?" Jer said, his anger forcing him to struggle against the thorns. He could feel his body slowly numbing and was convinced he was dying.

And even if she did, he couldn\'t die if his Malika was hurting. He just couldn\'t.

"Oh, you didn\'t know? She\'s carrying your heir, Jeremiah," Adolf said so casually.

"Now hold on dude… I\'m WHAT?" the real Malika asked, and Hawi facepalmed.