The Rejected Alpha's Vengeance

[HAWI]

If the storm of Hawi's anger the previous night was bad, then this one was worse. It was like they were all on a different dimension of their own.

It wasn't just about the elements of the universe anymore, but the rage of the Lycans, the rage of the Greyson warriors, the disappointment of the rogues, and the anger of the Sicario rebels for what had been done to their Rukiya.

Everything seemed to go so fast and in one hour, the entire Sicario army was down. It all looked so unrealistic, so heartbreaking that Jeremiah, Theo, and Elodie were the only ones left standing.

Of the eight thousand Sicario warriors and allies, only the trio was left standing watching as her friends were either dead or mortally wounded and would be dead soon. The war zone was a different version of hell and the camp was filled with the dead.

The best part of all this was that none of the warriors from Hawi's side had died. Hawi and Malika had cast a spell on all their warriors to make sure they were affected and no one died, not even a soul.

So, there were seventy thousand warriors of the Hawi squad and just three people lifting standing, and it wasn't because they fought well. They were left standing as a message to the Sicario wolves.

It was a dangerous thing because as they fell by the ballads of the Hawi crew, the magic that Razia had used to sway them faded, and bit by bit they came back to their senses, and realized they had followed their leaders to war and their leaders were the only people who weren't harmed.

It was going to be hell for Sicario and that would definitely impact the pack itself.

"Wh… What the fuck happened? Wh… where are they? What happened to my warriors?" Jer cried out in misery as he looked at the file of dead warriors once the Hawi team had moved over to one side of the free lands.

They were covered in blood but they were sure to remind the Alpha that it was the blood of his own people.

"There, gather your injured and leave because if Hawi comes back and sees you here she will murder you. Run, Jeremiah, Run," Malika warned as she stepped forward to Jer who was still in shock.

He had heard of the protectors and he could see one right in front of him. This protector looked familiar though, but Jer couldn't place where he had seen those eyes. Perhaps he was hallucinating fine moonlight and the first weren't exactly a team tonight.

The protector was wearing her blood attire, one that screamed vengeance for her mistress and yet Jer was standing there, with his beta and his enforcer. It was crazy what they had been reduced to but one thing was certain, Jeremiah was never going to forget this.

He would definitely come back to seek vengeance for his fallen and that was what they were expecting.

"Who are you?" Jer asked shakily, his voice so faint and his heart so sounded for the needless mind links that had been cut, he could feel more than three thousand of his warriors dead.

It wasn't normal for them, but then the next day, they had three thousand Sicario warriors dead too. Perhaps the number three thousand was significant? But would that matter right now, when he was with so many wounded warriors?

"You know who I am, Warner. Leave before I change my mind and burn your wolves down. Trust me I won't care about what it is that you do. And tell Russel and the seven, that their days are numbered.

"If my Mistress allows it, I will come for all of you. You don't want to test the rage of a protector, Warner. Leave!!!" Malika shouted at the clueless Alpha who stumbled upon his dead warriors and his undead.

He didn't know what he needed to do this time, because Razia had promised him that they would be safe. She had promised that his warriors wouldn't be hurt, and yet they were going home defeated for the second time in just three days.

Never in any history of war had the Sicario army been defeated let alone twice in three days. It was shameful and it was something that angered the warriors themselves. This was a terrible idea and yet they were here. Oh, but their Alpha had a lot of explaining to do this time.

"Is Rukiya Greyson dead?" Jer dared to ask as if that was supposed to make him feel better. Well, it had been his mission, perhaps that was why the magic had failed. Then again, there was nothing he could do even if she was dead.

Rukiya Greyson had been on their mission and yet he hadn't told his warriors. What kind of an Alpha let an entire army take at a young twenty-five years old? Was she that powerful?

"Don't ask questions whose answers will take away your life. Leave while you still have the chance, Warner. Leave," Malika said and Jer sighed.

It was like Jer really wanted to die by her hands.

Then again, it was an embarrassing loss for the Sicarios and maybe that was why Jer wanted an easy way out. It was insane really how he was still here despite being given a chance to live. Perhaps he wasn't too strong for the pressure and wanted to crack, right?

"Please. Tell me. Is Rukiya Greyson dead?"Jer insisted and Malika sighed. This man wasn't getting it, no?

"Pick up everyone, we are going home. The war is won!!!" Malika told the Greyson warriors, ignoring Jer who was pleading with them.

He needed to know.

He had to because then the fate of his entire pack depended on it. But was he worried about his pack or was he just worried that his Malika would die if he didn't kill Rukiya. The plan had been doing so well and Theo had used the enchanted blade on Rukiya and that had to mean something.

As the warriors walked away from the camp, there was a loud cry in the distance, a cry that shattered the hearts of many of the Greyson warriors. It was the cry of war, the cry of a loss, the cry that could only mean one thing since only one of them was injured.

It was the cry of a broken heart and right then, Malika let out a loud howl as the Greyson warriors joined in. They howled in the direction of Sicario, tears freefalling on their faces as their howls held a promise.

The promise of vengeance and destruction, the promise of what their leader had wanted.

"She really is dead! Finally, Malika will live," Jer whispered as he watched the wolve's crying out and Malika smirked in the dark. So, this was what it was about. Oh, how someone would pay the price for it definitely.

"What happened?" Mbali asked, like she didn't want to believe this, but there wasn't anything she could do.

There was just no way they had all been protected and the Greyson alpha hadn't been. It just doesn't make any sense. The same woman, the girl who had been loved by the worst of them, being dead was impossible. But was it really?

"She is dead. Rukiya is dead, and Hawi disappeared," Adolf confirmed and Mbali laughed in shock. There was just no way.

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