The Rejected Alpha's Vengeance

Chapter 142: A Final Straw?

[SICARIO]

"Hello Jer. I belieNovelFiree you have something that belongs to me," Mbali said as she suddenly grabbed Her and dragged him back to the alpha's office, where she materialized.

The warriors who were in the hallways staring at their alpha thought he was possessed and downplayed his shocked shriek. They had seen their alpha act crazier than usual in the past two weeks and frankly, this wasn't even surprising to them anymore.

"Hello Dominic," Mbali said to Dom who had been excited when the door opened. He had been so ready to laugh at Her for being a coward.

However, seeing Mbali there, covered in the stench of the dungeons, and red dust, they knew they were fucked.

"What?" Dom asked as he stared at the woman.

Of the things they had both expected this woman was definitely not it. Or maybe, he had a feeling that she would come, but hadn't been ready for her to show up this soon.

Well, he couldn't be blamed, especially given how he had tried to downplay the warnings that his sister had given him. Perhaps this was what karma would look like in a few months, right?

"I will only ask once. Where is she?" Mbali asked, her voice coming off as sinister and cold.

She wasn't in the mood to play house with these two, especially given how they had messed up everything. Losing the Sicario Alpha didn't mean much to Mbali, because the man knew the truth, yet still shunned his daughter in public.

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Mbali always despised the alpha and Luna Eniola's approach to the threats against Hawi; she would always blame them for what had happened, especially now that they had left Hawi an orphan and at the mercy of her brother and ex-mate.

"Who?" Jer tried to downplay the situation, but then even he was scared. There was only so much he could stall before reality knocked him out and his punishments began.

Right now, he was regretting abandoning the warlock from before, because that woman could have helped them with this Mbali problem. But what if they could handle her on their own? Would it count?

"I can hear your heart beating so erratically. If you want to play this game with me, trust me, that dumb mate of yours will pay the price. And before you say anything or even call your warriors. You will be pleased to know that I spelled her door.

"Fuck with me and watch me turn your mate into a murderer. I doubt the werewolf community will be so happy that Malika Clarkson from the weakest of all the packs, murdered the best warrior in Sicario and even one of the best in the realm with just a table knife.

"It would raise questions and you do know what that will do to your power, right?" Mbali dared to remind them, as she stared into Jer's eyes. She was making this man know what his options were, and that right there reminded Jer of Hawi's threat earlier.

Perhaps the woman hadn't been real after all, right?

Maybe they were just a figment of his brain, but then the rumbling outside, the screams of horror, the people running around, the assembly hall sinking and the rain that was threatening to show really were proof that maybe, this wasn't an illusion after all.

"I'll ask one last time. Where is she?" Mbali asked, the desperation in her voice hiding behind the anger she had.

She hated what had happened and what this place had made Hawi into. She just wished she would tell Hawi to abandon this band of dumb misfits and live her life, but then that also seemed to scare the hell out of them.

"You don't mean that," Dom said, like he was out of touch with reality.

"For someone who faked his death, I could give you an appropriate death. Wanna try me?" Mbali asked as she suddenly strangled Dom with her magic.

In times like this, she was so glad that Lycans had their magic, because otherwise, she would just be a deranged creature out for the blood of her mistress's enemies. She was so pissed.

She had so many questions, but what irked her the most, was the memories she had seen under the rubble. She hated that Hawi had told them that she was someone else. And they had tried to kill her for that.

Mbali hated that reality and fuck it was messing with her. The fact that she had only seen the memory of Hawi up until she stood at the door was messing with her. She wanted to know what happened. She wanted to know if Sicario had been a part of it.

Mbali had so many questions, but for now, she used what she had seen to get some answers. Even if that meant strangling Dom to a certain death, one he wouldn't ever be able to walk out of and in which even the afterlife wouldn't be able to process his soul.

"I could kill you and no one would even ask questions. After all the pack leaders came to attend your elite funeral, right? That makes taking you out of the equation the easiest. Which is it going to be, Dominic?" Mbali asked and they stared at each other worriedly.

Turns out their fake Hawi was probably telling them the truth. What the hell were they to make out of that?

Were they supposed to be glad that Hawi was alive or were they supposed to start their penance because she was never going to forgive their betrayal? Then again, there was a chance Mbali was forcing that woman on them, yeah?

"She came, and lied that she was Awuor, but she was clearly a fake—" Jer began but Mbali's glare got him giving up.

"I already know she isn't the real Awuor. You both killed your sister when you left her to die in the free lands with a rejection. Or don't you remember? Do you want me to refresh your memory by talking to the afterlife?

"Perhaps you would like it there with her, no?" Mbali said angrily, her frustrations making a show, now that she had realized these two were useless in helping her find out where Hawi was.

It was a risky venture since, regardless of what happened, today marked the end of whatever peace could have reigned in Sicario. It was that simple given losing Sicario was something that they didn't know how Hawi would react to, and that scared the shit out of Mbali.

"Jeez, woman. Relax. We didn't do anything. We just left her there to die. The place was falling apart. We didn't have the time to ask her what the fuck was happening.

And Sicario killed himself.

"Maybe he couldn't handle the fake child who had shown up as his daughter. If you ask me, the man's death was your fault," Jer said.

"You're useless to me. I hope to never see you again, because the next time I do, I will be choking you in your blood," Mbali said as she headed to the door.

"A little parting gift from the woman whose whereabouts you don't know," Mbali said as she blew some dust in the air.