The Rejected Alpha's Vengeance

[RUKIYA]

"Wake her up," Rukiya said to Adolf who just looked at her.

They had agreed to get their answers, but then him poking the woman who most likely hated her, was like a death sentence. However, Rukiya was relentless and Adolf eventually had to poke Awuor with the stick he had been holding onto for the past hour.

They didn't have time to be welcoming to a possible hostile to their home, but then again, wasn't it Rukiya who had told them to get this psychotic woman into their home?

"Ayo, get up," Adolf said as he poked Awuor again, and Awuor instantly got up, her claws and fangs ready to dip themselves into anyone who was trying to hurt her. However, when she saw where she was, she let out a frustrated sigh.

"So once again it's you, the beta without brains. Great. Now are you people going to tell me why I'm here or are you hoping I'd tell you who I am and what I want? Well, I'll make it simple for you. I'm a woman and I don't need anything from you.

"If you please, hand over my banana leaves and I'mma be on my way, alright," Awuor said as she sat up, and stared at Rukiya who was blankly staring at her. Awuor knew they had questions and she knew that she had turned before them yesterday.

As much as Awuor wanted to regret what had happened, it had already happened and no matter how many times she would beat herself over her slip up, there was no erasing it from their memories. Which was also why she was going to face everything head-on.

"Are you hungry?" Alpha Rukiya asked Awuor and the alpha had had enough of it.

"Seriously? Am I hungry? How about you answer my damn questions, huh? What the hell do you want with me?" Awuor said to Rukiya who was just smirking at her.

This woman was fierce, and Rukiya liked that about her. She was already imagining what it would feel like, going to war with Awuor by her side.

They were both powerful warriors and given that Sicario had a powerful reputation because of Awuor, Rukiya hoped that someday she would get to benchmark in Scario, even if that would depend on her royal craziness, Awuor, actually letting her come along.

"Relax, Alpha Awuor. I apologize for keeping you guessing. Anyway, I'm alpha Rukiya Greyson of the Greyson pack. And you, are Alpha Awuor, of the Sicario pack. I'd say nice to meet you alpha, but I know you may fight me.

"So let's get to it, yeah?" Rukiya said and everyone expected Awuor to be shocked by the revelation, but she just stared blankly. She knew they had to have known her and were playing tricks with her.

She was smart enough to know that word had already spread across the kingdom that she had murdered her mother and the gracious punishment she had been given by her father dearest, Sicario.

"You know who I am and the fact that I murdered my mother doesn't explain why I'm here. You know me, which also means you already know that you can't hold me hostage. No one can. So, why am I here?

"If you can't tell me that, you'll have to excuse me but I have a shelter to clean. There are possible bugs who have invaded my space already and I need to do housekeeping," Awuor said as she looked at her clothing.

The banana leaves had probably already dried up, that's why she was currently properly clothed. She couldn't remember the last time she had been well dressed like this but she didn't want to get comfortable with it.

She didn't want to let them know how much pain she was in, but then her gracious mate had already forced it down the throats of the wolves that had been present the previous day. There was no hiding it.

Anyway, even if they knew her pain, they wouldn't be able to help her with anything, so she was back to where she had been except for the fact that they had disturbed her peace. The audacity these wolves had.

"I have a message from your mother, Luna Eniola," Rukiya said carefully as she watched Awuor's face contort into different emotions before settling on anger and boy was she furious.

Awuor looked at the people around her, the people who had been pretending to care about her. Turns out they had their own agenda, of course, they had.

A damn message from her mother, the mother she had woken next to? The mother she had been accused of murdering even when her brother and mate were clearly the culprits of this crime? That mother? These wolves were something else.

"My mother, you say. Luna Eniola, no? A message from her?" Awuor asked quietly as she got up and stalked towards Rukiya who wasn't even making a move to step away from the obviously irritated alpha wolf.

The warriors at the door were waiting to strike her down in case this woman tried anything with their alpha, and Adolf was in his beta mode. Sherry looked like she was ready to cook Awuor's organs and feed them to the ferals if she so much as touched a hair on their alpha's head.

They were ready to go to war for Rukiya and Awuor knew that, but she didn't care, not even once.

"Tell me something, Rukiya," Awuor said when she closed in on Rukiya, trailing her fingers on Rukiya's hair and trailing her fingers around one strand of the Greyson alpha's hair. She was looking straight into Rukiya's eyes, a smirk on her face, while Rukiya was staring at her with a bored face.

The Greyson alpha was the alpha that couldn't be easily threatened, just like the alpha Awuor. Here and now they were equals, only that one of them was raging with anger.

"Did my mother dearest send you a message from the grave where I buried her?" Awuor asked angrily, her voice booming and making the warriors worry for their alpha, who by the way, was still standing in front of Awuor, the same bored face on.

"See, the thing is, I killed her when no one was watching. I clawed her neck apart and popped out her trachea. Then I used the alpha code and buried her on the same day I was banished. I was there, I did everything, but mother dearest didn't even give me a message.

"So how the fuck do you have a message from mother dearest, Rukiya?" Awuor asked again, her temper calming down. She hated what had happened to her mother and the loss still hurt like it had happened yesterday.

The fact that she would ever see her mother's happy face, haunted her more than anything else, and she wanted to forget. She wanted to live in a world where her mother was, but then she couldn't.

Her mother was gone and nothing she did was going to get her back. But everyone seemed to want to remind her that she was the spoilt fruit in Sicario.

She had taken something that had too much value, something that she cared about more than even herself, and now, what was she even supposed to do without her mother? Fuck, she felt like she was going nuts.

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