The Rejected Alpha's Vengeance

[AWUOR]

"That sounds awfully like goodbye, Mistress," Malika spelled out, worried that it would be true given she had never been wrong about Hawi and her thoughts.

Awuor Hawi was a complicated woman and even in her complicated state, Malika had learned to deal with her.

"Because it is, at least for a while," Hawi said.

"Okay, Mistress. I will keep the mission going. Just don't get yourself in trouble," Malika said, even though she could already imagine the scoff Hawi would give her. Awuor Hawi was always in trouble, no matter what her intentions were.

It was like she always found a central point to gauge her troubles and right now, the only thing that was holding her back was the funeral of her brother. Malika had long known that Hawi hadn't come to Sicario for her brother's funeral and even goodbye.

She could tell that Hawi was still mad that her brother had been a part of the dumb mission to ruin their family and even death was too good for him.

Awuor Hawi was here because she wanted to be sure that her father had truly made that mistake or if this was a crime being pinned on her father.

She had her suspicions but that didn't matter because she was here finally and she would get the answers she was seeking herself. No one would come in her way and she would burn anyone who tried to stop her along the way.

"I won't. If I need you, I will call for you. Until then, rest assured, keep the mission going. Our time is running out and we have to make sure everything goes as planned," Hawi said and Malika just nodded, before pulling Hawi into a hug.

She was aware of how delicate the situation was and while a part of her wanted to smother her mistress, Malika could tell that so much had changed. She wasn't going to deny it because she knew that this was long overdue.

"See you soon, Mistress," Mlaika said and Hawi just nodded before she disappeared from her protector's sight. This was going to be the greatest challenge she faced alone and she couldn't deny the fact that her life had changed so much because of it.

Perhaps when she was done, she would finally be able to breathe and let herself live, right?

Finding the dungeon where her father had been kept in wasn't hard for Hawi. She had run these dungeons for as long as she could remember and she had even improved the security of this place making it an impenetrable fortress.

It had been made so that her prisoners wouldn't ever think of escaping, but she had never imagined that her father, the man who had helped her fortify it, would be the first person to be kept there.

It wasn't fair, but life hadn't been fair to her either.

'It never changed, huh?' Hawi thought as she walked closer to where her father was.

The stench of blood had dried on the dungeon's walls. The claw marks all over, were a reminder of who she had been with these people and of how she had dealt with the chaos that she had been in for years.

She had been the ultimate alpha and she had sold her soul just to make sure that Sicario was safe. And yet even then they hadn't hesitated to ostracize her.

They had taken everything away from her, and now it seemed like life was determined to take whatever she dreamed of her faith in her home and her family. Maybe she had gone wrong in hoping, but couldn't that be her dream?

The one dream that she got fulfilled?

What of the realities that she had lived in for years?

What of the burdens she had carried for years?

What of her fate and faith?

Life wasn't going to be easy, and for the first time in so long, as Hawi walked through and found herself at the door of her father's dungeon, she genuinely didn't care who did what and it hurt.

She was here for her retribution and if her father was going to be the first case, then she would make it known regardless.

"Hoomph," a sound came from within the dark dungeons, reminding Hawi that she hadn't come here for the memories.

She didn't come here to recall the impossible.

Of course, it was still a wonder how she had gotten through the gates of her fortress. But that was the thing. She had built this fortress. It was hers from the very beginning and nothing would ever be able to take that away from her.

She had worked hard for it, and had made it a reality.

"Hello, father," Hawi greeted as she turned toward the dark dungeon.

Even with her werewolf sight, she couldn't see well. But he also was aware that her abilities as the white wolf had improved and she could easily cast a spell here and light it up. But she wasn't in the mood for that.

She wasn't ready to see her father face to face.

The last time the man had looked at her, his eyes had been filled with rage. There was no telling what he would think of her this time.

"Hmm," Alpha Sicario groaned out in pain as he heard his daughter's voice.

He had prayed for days like this, for his little girl to find her way back to him. Of course, he had done the worst to her, but a part of him always hoped that his daughter was stronger, that she was always a fighter.

But even fighters sometimes got tired.

Fighters got worn out and Hawi was so close to that point.

The only thing that was anchoring her to this side of life, was the fact that she was desperate to find her mother's murderer. She was desperate to know what the hell had happened that morning.

She had heard her best friend's version.

She had heard the versions of the people of Sicario.

She had heard Luna Razia's version of the plot against her and her mother.

Hell, she had heard her own different versions over and over to the point that she hated herself for everything.

Some versions excused her, while others were versions that condemned her for being a terrible and unthankful daughter.

She despised that truth.

Whatever the truth was, because for two years, she had been thinking of what could have happened.

For two years she wondered what the hell had happened and yet for two years, she had remained the broken girl who didn't understand shit about a truth everyone was sure she did.

What if she was innocent?

But what if she was guilty?

How was she supposed to explain herself?

"I see you're as welcoming as usual," Hawi said, the spite in her voice triggered by the countless times she had been tricked by her father even then.

She had a feeling that her father had known that she was alive, but when he had played dead a few years ago, Hawi was convinced that her father still spited her. Because what kind of father dangled his death before his little girl like some sick twisted Halloween trophy?

"Forgive me, daughter," Alpha Sicario forced out, before Hawi felt someone hit her with a rod on her head, making her lose consciousness.

This time she didn't fight the darkness.

She gave in to it, willingly.

Oh, Hawi.

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[A/N]

* Hola, I wanted to give you guys a heads-up. This book will be joining the premium/locked chapter service soon. It's a pay-to-read, chapter service... A girl's gotta eat, sigh. I hope you guys stay, gracias!