The Rejected Alpha's Vengeance

* Happy Valentine's!! The previous chapter is too brutal for love, so happy valentines in this second update wii

[HAWI]

"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 ring 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.

It was so unexpected that the prisoners screamed as they stared at Razia. This was hell, that much they were certain of, because there was no way a woman could be this cruel.

Weren't women supposed to be loving and shit? Well, if that was the case, the Razia Greyson should have been covered in white and wearing saintly clothing, but then she wasn't, yeah?

"Why?" Razia asked as she clutched at her chest. She could feel her arteries so close to nursing and her heart was beating too slowly making her feel like she was about to die. She felt like hell had finally come knowing.

Hell, she could have known that a pissed Hawi wasn't exactly warm and fuzzy anymore. This was what she had created.

"You said your brother was dead, but he wasn't. Unless you were talking about Kurt, but then that would also be a lie, because there he is. My magic fixed his body and he is ready to be another experiment for me.

"Perhaps I should start with the blades this time, seeing as he has experienced the feeling of bullets right? Or maybe I should consider my automatic bow and arrow, which should be perfect for a kid like him…

"Just so you know, his brain remembers all the pain, that's why his eyes are hooded. He is scared and you want to know what the best part of all this is? He doesn't see my face. All he sees is you.

"He thinks you're the one killing him, that you're the one torturing him and he thinks that all of this is your doing… well it is, but he thinks that you are me, the executioner.

"How's that for family bonding, Greyson, huh?" Hawi asked as she grabbed the nearest pistol and fired at Kurt's arm, watching as the kid shook in fear. His eyes were swollen from too much crying and he looked like he would pass out any moment.

This was too much for a child to go through and Hawi knew that too. But then she was also just a kid when Razia decided that she had to have her claws retract from her mother's neck. It wasn't the prettiest of things but then what else was there?

"Anyway, before you ask me any stupid questions, come along, I want to show you something, Razia Greyson," Hawi said.

Before Razia could say anything, Hawi portaled the both of them out of the dungeons and onto the battlefield, where Malika, Mbali, Rukiya, and Elodie were fighting with the Sicario warriors. Continue reading on m|v-l'e -NovelBin.net

Razia had long known that this war was coming, but when they got up there and she saw the warriors had laid down their weapons and were glaring at Jeremiah Warner Razia knew they were fucked. She knew that nothing would ever save them from this.

"Mistress, what the hell is happening? Why did they drop all their weapons at once?" Malika asked, and it was obvious they had been standing there confused for a while.

Elodie was confused too seeing as her mind links had been at the moment she told Jer that she quit being a member of Sicario. It was the complexity of their reality, but it was a reality they wouldn't change nonetheless.

"Yeah… they suddenly hate looking at us like we were the victims and shit, and we had already kicked their asses. I know I have read of the Stockholm syndrome, but goddess, having that on the battlefield is wild. What the fuck did Razia do to them?

"We didn't use any magic to sway them," Mbali explained as she looked around Sicario. Most of the warriors were tending to their injured, you would think that they were not even at war anymore.

On one end, it was the boring side of war, because no war was interesting if the other party had given up, while on the other end, they were sincerely confused because this was never the norm for anyone. It just made no sense.

"Don't you want to say something to us, Jer? Or are you too scared now that we have two of your puppeteers?" Hawi asked and Jer sighed.

He looked at Razia, taking in the sight of the woman who was supposed to be too powerful. There was no trace of that woman at the moment.

Whatever was there, was just a woman whose ribs were broken and she looked like she had been roughed up alone too many to one, not to mention the bullet wound on her chest.

It was obvious it was a silver bullet, thanks to the cruel dark green marks that were forming around it, and the veins that were ready to burst.

Razia Greyson looked terrible.

"What?" Rukiya asked as she looked at her mother and then at Jer. She knew she would expect her mother to have it rough in the hands of Hawi, but now that she looked at her mother she couldn't recognize her anymore.

This woman was a stranger to her. Her entire body was swollen and she looked like she had been slowly rotting. She had burn marks and smelled acidic, not to mention wolfsbane. She didn't have her magic and her body was slowly fading.

If Rukiya's sighting was right, she could sense that Razia had died at least thrice and had been brought back to life. This was crazy, insane and this was only then that Rukiya fully realized how psychotic the mate she had been given was.

This woman was madness reincarnated and the strange part was that Rukiya wasn't the least bit scared.

Everyone on the field expected her to run to her mother and check on her, and while she did run in the direction of Razia and Hawi, Rukiya didn't even spare her mother a glance.

It was like she was in a world that didn't have her mother, a world that the Russels had created, and one that had cost her her father and Hawi, her family.

Perhaps this was the price to be paid for the mess, but whatever it was, Rukiya was done caring and wondering what her mother would do next.

"You're covered in blood. You look different. Are you okay? Are you hurt?? Does it hurt anywhere? Is there something I need to know?

Do you have migraines? Should I have Malika check on you? Do you need water?

"Do we need to get out of here? Tell me something, anything, love. Please," Rukiya rambled as she looked at Hawi who was smirking at Razia.

When Rukiya had rushed to Hawi, she had pushed Razia away and the woman had fallen to the ground, the same one that was filled with the blood of the fallen Sicario warriors.

It was like she didn't give two shits about her mother dearest and was worried about her mate. Maybe it was instinct or maybe it was just that Rukiya understood her mate so well. She knew that there was no stopping and she wasn't about to stop Hawi.

"Where does it hurt?" Rukiya asked as she touched up Hawi, like she was turning to see if there were scratches on her.

Granted, both of them were covered in blood, but Hawi looked like she had been rolling in blood for a long time. She looked like she had made an appointment with the Grim Reaper and had gone there only to tear the Grim Reaper apart.

Oh how she looked so different and scary, but to Rukiya, her mate was her baby. And she needed to do something, anything that could assure her that Hawi was fine.

"Nowhere hurts… Just my heart, but that will take time to heal sweetheart," Hawi said as she held Rukiya in a hug. Having to rest her head on Rukiya's shoulder was something that gave her hope.

It reminded her that despite everything that had happened, and everything she had lost, she wouldn't lose Ruru too. This woman was her everything and if she lost her, then Hawi would be a complete feral wolf and that would be dangerous for everyone, including her friends.

"I'm here now, love. I'm here," Rukiya said to Hawi as she hugged her tightly, you would think they hadn't seen each other for centuries.

"I'm here," Rukiya whispered again, not letting go.