The Rejected Alpha's Vengeance

[AWUOR]

"Be good to the Clarksons," Malika reminded Hawi for the hundredth time.

She knew how angry Hawi was and she knew that it would take a lot of power and restraint on Hawi's end, especially now that she was ready to face her horrors. It wasn't the kindest of times for the woman, but then it wasn't like she could stay on the ground for long.

Hawi was born to fight and that's what she was going to do, even though this time, she was going to be fighting, not just for her mother's justice, but she would fight for herself. She would fight for her peace and she would fight for what was rightfully hers.

Her Sicario crown, even though she hated that crown with all of her being.

"I will, Malika. I swear it," Hawi had said as she went through the portal, though she hadn't been expecting the Clarkson warriors to be in arms and ready to go to war.

'What the hell is going on?' Hawi asked herself when she saw that the weakest pack in the realm had picked up weapons.

For years, everyone had assumed the Clarksons were weak because they never engaged in fights. They were always minding their own businesses and keeping their peace. They never lusted for more than they couldn't handle and taught their children to be content.

They had been peaceful for years and centuries on end. But as Hawi stood there beside one of the houses in Clarkson, she was worried.

Why were they going to war?

"She wouldn't like this," Hawi heard Luna Clarkson say, and Alpha Clarkson just looked at his wife tiredly. He looked like he had thought of the options, and this right here was the only thing that they could work with.

"She has been gone for a week. If we don't find her, then we have an explosive protector in Sicario waiting to burn us down. You know the girl and everything she has gone through. You know very well why Malika brought her to this particular pack.

"If we can't even stand to defend our grandchild, what else is there for us? If we can't protect the only reminder of my Eniola, what else should I do as a father, Amara?

"What use am I to Eni when I couldn't even stop her from the very beginning?" Alpha Clarkson said to his wife, who Hawi had just learned had a name.

Luna Amara looked worried and rightfully so, because whatever situation they were in was challenging as hell. Hawi could hear them clearly and the longer she listened to them the more she had questions.

However, she also had a feeling that if she showed up and started asking questions, they would look at her as their own. She wasn't sure what she had heard was true, but Hawi was done acknowledging more bonds.

If she accepted the bond with the Clarksons and the fact that there were more secrets with them, she wouldn't be able to focus on her mission. When she had left Sicario, she had vowed to go back and burn them all. And she would.

"But Clark—"

"It doesn't matter what she wants. She ran out of here on hearing that her father died, which by the way turned out to be a big fat lie, so what am I supposed to do? Stay here, Amara. Wait for her to come and let me know when she does.

"But until then, I am going to find my Eniola's last pure blood," Alpha Clarkson said and Amara just pulled her mate into a hug. She knew that this wasn't the greatest of situations and she knew that it wasn't going to be easy.

However they all had demons to fight and this time, they would go for Hawi.

"I'm coming along, and don't even think that you can convince me otherwise. Where you go, I go. Our people will be fine, but your battles are mine. Now lead the way, Clark," Luna Amara said, and Alpha Clarkson, once again, considered his options.

He didn't have that many, though right now, with his mate standing beside him, he knew there wasn't another way out.

They had to do this, together.

Hawi watched as the two mates understood each other and talked about their strategies. It reminded her of a time when she and Jer were the perfect mates. Jer had always been there for her always supporting her decisions, always having her back.

Jer had always been the ultimate mate and for the eight years they had been mates, Hawi had been the happiest. Her mate never let her go to war alone, just like she had seen with the Clarksons.

Jer had always stood with her, for her, and always defended her. She had loved Jer and he had loved her equally as much. They were perfect, but then something happened to them, something that to this day, Hawi would never be able to understand.

Hawi wasn't sure when Jer had turned sides, and wanted the power for himself, but he had, and Dom had supported him.

'I can't let them go to war for me,' Hawi said as she rushed a few meters away from the place she had been standing in, before she unmasked her scent.

She knew that this was the only way.

She may not have known much about the Clarksons, and there seemed to be more secrets here, but Hawi wasn't ready to deal with anyone's secrets; they could kill themselves if they wanted to, but she would just make sure they didn't die for her.

That was what mattered to her.

"Thanks for the Apple," Hawi said cheerfully before she ran towards the pack members. She knew that she hadn't thought of this, but what else could she do? What else was she supposed to work around that would keep her sane?

She was angry, she had a thirst for vengeance, but this time, she would use her brains instead of her emotions. If anything, emotions made people weak, and she had learned that firsthand.

"You guys are going to war? Who are we killing today?" Hawi said bubbly, ignoring the blood on her clothes and the evident scars that were new on her face.

She didn't mind.

She had done what she had to do to make herself feel like her pain was disappearing. She wouldn't be sorry for the pain she had inflicted on herself and if she had to do it again, Hawi would without a second thought.

"Wow, Luna Clarkson, you're also ready for war. I love a pack that values everyone. Don't mind me here, I'll tag along to war with you guys alright? I just need to get my—" Hawi began as she stretched her arm and called for her weapons.

It was something that Malika had taught her when they were in Olyana and she appreciated it. It was a trick that allowed her to go to war looking like a normal person and if it got to the point that she needed weapons, she could just call for them and they would be handed to her.

It was strange but right now, even though Hawi knew what was happening with the pack, she had to play dumb.

She couldn't let them think otherwise of her.

"Yup, good one," Hawi said as she got her spear and shield, and the guns she always had.

"Let's go, shall we?" Hawi said, cringing at the idea of war with a small pack like this.

If these people were truly her grandparents, then she finally understood why they had always stayed on the low. But that didn't explain why her father didn't acknowledge the Clarksons to the point that he had let the Clarksons give them another woman for Sicario.

It just didn't make any sense, unless someone was playing a game here but who? And what did they stand to benefit from all this?

"You— You're back, Alpha Awuor," Luna Amara said, and Hawi looked at her softly for a movement before she went back to the overexcited little shit that she had been practicing for the past ten minutes she had been back at Clarkson.

"Of course. My father lied about his death, so I have to work around making his death real this time. Enough about me, where are you guys headed anyway, and whose head are we chopping off today?"

"You," Luna Amara said.

"What?"

"We were going to war… For you."

"Well… Shiiiit."

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[A/N]

Why do you think Malika didn't say anything about Hawi's 'relationship' with the Clarksons? Or was this also a game?

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