The Rejected Alpha's Vengeance

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Staring at Razia, Hawi wasn't sure if she wanted to strangle the woman or if she wanted to see how many times she could fuck her up to the point that Razia would be begging for a quick death.

She hated what he had heard and she hated that she owned the truth four years after everything had gone sideways.

It was like her life had been a game for them and they had played all their cards while waiting to see what would happen to the girl they broke one too many times. This wasn't fair, but Hawi was done pitying herself.

"All of that effort you and your brothers put in to make me into the perfect mess, the girl who would have no one on her side, the kind that no one would ever want to interact with, and yet even then I won and will keep on winning, Razia Greyson.

"I am mated to your daughter, the one you failed to murder, the girl who hates you and will do whatever it takes to be rid of you in her life, forever. She knows you killed her father Razia. I doubt she would ever forgive you, but hey, we are here because of me, right?

"You and your family were supposed to be the smartest of enemies and yet each time you have been proving just how stupid you can get, and each time you surprise me. You know, now that I think about it, if Rukiya was born to be my true mate, didn't it ever occur to you that the fates already knew that you would try to kill her?

"Did you never stop to think that my immortality and her existence were bound? Or have you ever heard of a mate bond that has one mortal and another immortal?

"You sure are a bunch of stupid fucks parading themselves for a battle you already lost in the name of being shadow warlocks. You all are dumb, Razia, I can't think of anything else to call you," Hawi said coldly as she stared at the three Russels in the room.

She considered running them over with one of her trucks, but she didn't want to dirty her beautiful trucks with the blood of idiots who didn't deserve any mercy. She hated Razia. More than has ever hated Atticus and the rest of the shadow warlocks.

The fact that it was Razia's idea to bring Jer into her life made her want to knock the woman out but that was too good a mercy. She would take her sweet time with this family. She would hunt down even those who were still in hiding.

Now that she had two of the seven, she wouldn't stop until she got the last of the seven. Oh, but she had plans for the family.

"What does that mean? Please let Kurt go, please," Razia pleaded while Atticus fell down unconscious.

He couldn't take it anymore. The amount of blood the warlock had lost was too much and with Hawi having taken up all his magic, he was just a regular human in here.

He was in fact in a worse position than Kurt whose main job in this dungeon seemed to be dying and being forced back to life over and over without so much to think of.

It was crazy though, because so much had been lost while a few tried to fuck up whatever was left of Hawi's life. This was crazed but thankfully, Awuor Hawi was crazier.

"As you wish," Hawi said as she walked over to one of the huge gun drawers, grabbed a Glock 17, and fired it right into Kurt's head, instantly killing the boy. However, this time, she didn't stop.

She brought him back from the brink of death, only to raid the poor boy's body with bullets, while still staring at Razia's shocked face. Hawi was brutal, that much was known. However, right now, it seemed like there was something that was keeping her sane.

Her rage had taken over and her thirst for vengeance had been multiplied tenfold.

She looked dangerous, even as her blood from Kurt sputtered on her. She didn't stop, not even when she grabbed an automatic machine gun and positioned Kurt a few meters from it, then set it off, watching in awe as the kid's body was shredded to pieces by the bullets.

Even then, Hawi made sure to keep the boy alive. Each time she thought that the boy would pass out and die, she breathed her breath of life into him, until all that was left of the boy was just holes and more holes.

Bored that there wasn't more to eliminate from Kurt, Hawi turned the machine gun at Atticus, making sure to aim it at his lower limbs.

She had hung Attic in a horizontal position, seeing as he had only one arm and one leg, that didn't even help him as much seeing as his ankle had been cut off and Hawi had been bored and dragged his other leg on the ground to the point that it was useless.

"Please no," Razia begged as the rifle was aimed at Atticus, and it went off, shooting ten rounds per minute. There were gunshot sounds from the dungeon and while some could be heard, Hawi didn't bother this time.

She didn't care that there was a possible shake in the pack that resulted from this. All she cared about was that the man was feeling the pain that his sister had forced her to go through.

Razia had taken everything away from her, and Hawi would do it too. Perhaps that's why she smiled at Razia, while Atticus's body was being riddled with bullets.

Anyone would think that Hawi was doing practice rounds, but then at some point, Atticus couldn't scream anymore, and he could see the tail of the bullet belt and the popped casings that fell to the ground.

It felt like they were in a warzone, me but then wasn't that what this was anyway? They were at war and Hawi wouldn't stop until she felt like she had to do something.

"Please, Hawi… I will do anything for you, please," Razia said and that got Hawi's attention as she instantly stopped the machine gun from firing.

This had to be interesting because otherwise, she would have let Atticus remain a shell of who he once was, not that he is anything at the moment, he would probably die in minutes because of the amount of blood loss but Hawi didn't give a shit about it.

None of these people cared that they had hurt her and ruined her family. They had taken everything from her and she wouldn't stop.

At least that much they knew, especially now that even some of the prisoners there had fainted in shock from the hostility with which she was executing Razia's love.

She couldn't be blamed though and even if she was, Awuor Hawi was not going to pretend that her life was all sunshine and unicorns.

"Are you sure about that?" Hawi said as she wiped the blood from her face. She looked like the master of hell, even as she grabbed one of the white towels from the executive cabinets and wiped her face.

That shit didn't make it any better, because even her hair had turned red. She was thrusting for more blood and Razia was presenting herself as the perfect bait.

"Yes. Just anything, please stop riddling their bodies with bullets, when are they already dead," Razia begged and Hawi laughed before she walked over to where Atticus was hanging, or rather whatever was left of Atticus's body was hanging.

The man looked weak as hell. He looked like he didn't even want to live anymore. For someone known for his cruelty, Atticus was just like a piece of paper that could crumple and burn.

The only difference was that she wasn't done with him yet. She wasn't going to let it be, not like this. And if he died, she would bring him back to life and she would make him go through worse pain. They had ruined her and she would pay them back a thousand-fold.

"You dead yet, Atticus?" Hawi asked and the man groaned out in pain.

"Come now, Razia. You lied again. Your brother isn't dead, you see, he is in the right shape. But since you want him dead so bad I will give that to you," Hawi said before she shot Razia in the chest, so close to her heart.