The Rejected Alpha's Vengeance

Chapter 111: Besides, No Rules Were Broken, Right?

[SICARIO]

"I will protect you from everyone and everything that aims to hurt you, my love," Jer whispered sadly as he wiped Malika's body.

He looked so distraught it was heartbreaking. He had never expected that Elodie would have tried to harm his woman, and frankly, he was raging. His anger was a little too much, because the skies outside were already darking.

It was like he was slowly losing control.

"Alpha, the skies—" Theo said as he stood outside the door. The alpha had told them to stay put and it was getting a little difficult to do that with the heavy storms and the rain that had started hitting hard.

"Get yourselves to safety and leave me alone," Alpha Jer said to Theo who just sighed. He had gott used to the man and he knew what that meant. So Theo st away the warriors, though he had remained in the hallways, just in case the alpha would need anything.

But th a heartbrok alpha who was crying over an empty vessel couldn't be so bad, right? Well if only that was easy. If only, because Jer looked like he was about to lose his mind ev more.

Meanwhile, his very dear mate, was on her way home and had just bid Mbali goodbye, not to mtion erased any and all memories of anyone who had se Sherry's niece in Greyson. She had managed to erase Sherry's memory too, so it seemed like everything had gone well.

Hopefully, because Rukiya and Afold still had vivid memories of that. Perhaps Malika had left them with those so they would be able to understand Hawi better, right?

'I hope he isn't creepy with me,' Malika said wh she reached Sicario, curious and hopeful that the bastard she had be married to didn't try shit with her.

It would be a little too hard for her to explain why his face was punchable, especially if he was hovering over her, crying.

The sight that met Malika was one that purely disgusted her.

It was shameful and she wanted to smack this alpha so hard, he would never wake up again. But she also had to remind herself that they needed to get to the bottom of everything and that her mistress was waiting for answers.

Funny how Hawi was the one saving Jer's life right now.

Oh, but the bastard needed to be thankful for Hawi, because otherwise, Malika would have found a way to make his death one that no one would ever remember.

And if she had to make them remember, she would plant very horrible memories of Jeremiah that they would want him dead themselves.

Perhaps Malika could just do that, right? Giv that Hawi was already trying to mourn her brother, one that she didn't ev know that Jer had be the one to kill. What the fuck was she ev going to do if she knew that?

'Maybe if I kick his ass a little it won't be so bad, right?' Malika said as she looked at Jer with a sinister smile.

She was still not in her body, but her abilities as a protector were always with her wherever she wt.

Jer was saying sweet words to Malika's body, making Malika want to puke, really.

She hated that this man was crying over a woman he had just met barely a month ago, and yet he hadn't ev shed a tear wh his mate had supposedly died. Instead, he had hoped on the bandwagon of horror and chose power.

'It wouldn't be so bad, right?' Malika said to herself before she transformed herself into Hawi, and materialized, right beside her body, something that made Jer to stare at her like this was something else.

She could see the shock in Jer's eyes and it was obvious he was froz because he couldn't believe that this was happing. And it was th that Malika figured if she could live with this man, th she would have to play a few horror games with him.

Besides, Hawi had said she could do anything to Jer except kill him, because this man right here was the prey of her mistress.

"You look so fucking dumb crying over a weak bitch you just met months ago. What about me, Jer. Why didn't you trust me? Was I so brok that you wanted me gone too?" Malika asked, her impersonation of Hawi so perfect and more than haunting.

She was currtly in Hawi's ripped gown, and the bloody crown, and she looked like Hawi on the last day that Jer had se her. Hell, the stch of burnt feet was also filling the room bit by bit, making this whole thing so realistic that Jeremiah felt suffocated.

"She isn't real, Jer. She can't be real. She is dead. My Hawi is dead," Jer said, his last statemt making Malika laugh out loud that the room shook.

It wasn't a happy laugh, it wasn't the kind that she had with Hawi during their merry times.

This was an angry laugh, a disappointed one, and more than anything, it was the laugh that reminded Jer that he was all shades of fucked. He wasn't going to get out of this one anytime soon and he needed to brace himself for that.

Th again, in a world where hosts were xistt.

Who would believe that the alpha was seeing ghosts?

Who would comfort him if his closest ally was in the dungeons and the woman he had fall in love with was lying on the bed supposedly unconscious?

"Is that what you tell yourself each time before bed? Or maybe that is what you try to believe? Perhaps I should wake your little darling here and tell her what you really are.

"Her naive mind would surely burst with the thought of your betrayal, don't you think?" Malika asked and Jer stared at her, with an angry face, though the fear was evidt.

The guilt was also there, but Malika wasn't interested in Jer's guilt or apologies of whatever the fuck the man did t make himself get going.

Malika was interested in his doom and come hell or high water. She was going to make sure her mistress got her justice and that Jer got the worst d of any possible hell hole.

"She's not a part of this, Awuor. Let her be," Jer said and Malika snickered angrily. This man had some nerve being all protective of her wh he had failed her protector.

"Let her be? Of course, I'll let her be. Think of this, as a gift from your betrayal Jer," Malika said, summoning lightning and striking her body with it.

She knew it wouldn't do shit to her since she was immortal and easily the most powerful like Hawi, but that was something Jeremiah didn't know. And Malika was determined to make him feel dless pain and torture.

She would never forgive him.

Never.

"I'll see you a, Jer. And I wish you and your mate the best," Malika said before she dematerialized and wt back into her body, just in time to let out a low painful whimper, while the duvet Jer was covering her with, instantly caught fire.

'Fuck! I finally get to have some fun with the greedy bastard,' Malika said to herself, before she wt to sleep, leaving Jer crying like the dumb piece of shit that he was.