The Rejected Alpha's Vengeance

[AWUOR]

"Hawi... Alpha Sicario, was murdered," Luna Clarkson choked out sadly and Hawi looked at her like it was a lie. Surely, it had to be, right? A part of Hawi wasn't sure how to react, while the other was in denial. She had been feeling unusually antsy at the wedding, and now her father had died.

For a moment, Hawi looked around her, the faces that were sitting next to her bed so heartbroken, so serious that she knew they weren't lying. What was she supposed to do then? Her father was gone, and she wasn't sure if it was grief that had caused it.

Then again, Luna Clarkson just said that her father was murdered. There was only one set of idiots that would want the alpha dead, and Awuor was willing to bet on the fact that her father had been opposed to the remarriage of the Sicario alpha.

It was all so clear and out there for the world to read through, only that this time the world that could read through, was just Hawi.

"I'm sorry, Jaberna," Rukiya added defeatedly, her head bowed in sadness.

Hawi didn't have much to look forward to, even now, but damn, hearing that her father was gone was something out of this world. This wasn't how her father left her, not before she was done showing him that what he had done to her had been unfair.

However, would it matter this time?

Would it make any difference to know that despite everything, she had still managed to lose the one man she hoped to prove her innocence to? Her father had died knowing that she was the one who had killed her mother, and his mate.

There was nothing that could ease that up, no matter how Hawi tried to live it through.

The universe was a bitch, but none more than the bastards at Sicario.

"It doesn't matter. Anyway, I need some air, I'll be back," Hawi said stiffly, as she pushed the covers off of her, before rushing off the bed. She had insisted that she needed air, but it seemed like there was more than they could begin to fathom.

Hawi had had a good relationship with her father up until the last day that she had left home. She hadn't wanted him dead, but then she had lost, again. She wasn't sure what life would ever be like anymore because, in the end, she always found herself on the losing end.

Defeatedly, Hawi ran off in her wolf form. She didn't know where she was headed but she needed to feel like there was a break from all her pain. She didn't know how to start mourning her father and that in itself broke her heart even more.

There should have been a way out, there should have been a warning, and yet as the wind blew through her fur as she raced against it, Hawi felt broken and trapped, more than she had planned to. It hurt a lot and she couldn't deny it.

'Father is dead. Mama is dead. What else do I have left? A brother who probably killed their father too? A best friend who switched teams so easily, or a former mate who was quick to replace me?' Hawi asked herself as she raced against the wind.

She could feel her paws hurting, probably because she had been running for long and the friction had gotten her paws bruised. The pain should have distracted her but it wasn't enough. It didn't seem to be enough for her to forget the pain she was feeling in her heart.

So she ran like the world wanted her dead. She ran like it was the last time she could do it. She ran like she was in a competition, and more than anything, she ran like she had found the person who had engineered her pain.

It didn't make sense for her, all of this, and even though she was worried about everything, this morning, Hawi wanted to run and forget it all. And she did, not even realizing that she had crossed over the territory and was in the free lands, again. Her safe space.

"Fuck, how long have I been running?" Hawi asked herself when she finally shifted into her human form. She was tired and spent, even though she didn't mind running again.

"That would be six hours, thirteen minutes and forty-eight seconds," a familiar voice responded to Hawi, and this time she didn't even turn to look at the owner of the voice.

Maybe because a part of her knew that the person would be tailing her.

Maybe it was also why she had kept running, and running in her white wolf form, despite being awfully aware of the risks that would pose to her.

"Rukiya fucking Greyson. Aren't you a sight for sore eyes?" Hawi said as she panted.

She was still trying to catch a breath but she felt like everything else didn't matter right now. Maybe if she turned against Rukiya, maybe if she lashed out at Rukiya, she would feel better. But then again what were the odds, right?

"That I am. Though I must say I almost won the race. Your wolf just couldn't take the competition. Just to let you know, next time I will race you and make sure I win," Rukiya said nonchalantly like it was the commonest thing for her.

Then again, Hawi had already expressed hate for her, and nothing would change that.

For Rukiya, nothing would ever hurt her more than the fact that Hawi had told her point-blank that she hated Rukiya. It honestly couldn't get any worse than that, and maybe that was consoling to Rukiya.

The fact that Hawi had always pushed her verbally and never forced her away was something she was counting on. Maybe Rukiya was deluded, but who could blame her for wanting to be with the woman after her heart?

'Is this a fucking competition for her? Goodness, she must be sick or crazy,' Hawi thought to herself as she glared at the nonchalant Rukiya.

The woman looked like nothing could scare her anymore despite the fact that she was alone with the wildest woman she had ever met. But what was Rukiya to do? Give up on her heart's greatest desire, or live like shit wasn't about to hit the fan literally?

"Are you okay? I noticed your paws were bleeding. Seems like it was so intense because you have scratches on your legs," Rukiya voiced worriedly as she walked towards Hawi who seemed determined to ignore her.

Well, that wasn't new to Rukiya, she just wanted Hawi to be okay, even if there was a higher chance that Hawi would push her away, again.

"No shit Sherlock. Mind your damn business, will you?" Hawi retorted but Rukiya just stared at her with a smile and loving eyes.

She had known that falling in love with Hawi had to be the craziest of things that she'd ever done, but she wasn't going to complain about that, because each time Hawi pushed her away, Rukiya wanted to get closer and closer.

Maybe Hawi was challenging her, to see how long she would hold on in the pain, but damn, she needed to make a decision real fast, because Hawi wasn't going to be as nice and as forgiving to her.

The woman was detached from everyone except for Malika anyway.

"Oh but I am, even if you hate me and want to kill me," Rukiya said with a light laugh, even though the pang in her heart wasn't making her life any easier.

She hated this, the way things had turned out and she hated that in a span of less than two years, Hawi had lost the parents she loved more than life.

Rukiya wanted to avenge Hawi but she also needed to be in a position that would let her be on the same side as Hawi, because otherwise, the wild woman would have considered her an enemy, and that wasn't what Rukiya wanted with Hawi.

"You're hurt, love, and it might get worse. Let me nurse you, Hawi. You can cuss at me later, please," Rukiya Greyson, the woman who had the pride of a hundred Alphas gently pleaded with Hawi, as if her life depended on it.

"I can do it myself," Hawi retorted, and once again, Rukiya smiled at her.

"I know. But you're tired and need a break. Just this once, let me take care of you," Rukiya pointed out softly.

"Fine. But this doesn't mean shit. I still hate you."

"I know, baby, I know."

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