The Rejected Alpha's Vengeance

[HAWI]

For a moment there, there was silence.

Amina's words had gotten them into a kind of shock, one that even Mbali herself, despite going in and out of consciousness, was very aware of, and boy was it something that she wasn't ever going to accept.

The man on the ground with a stuffed mouth was a Russel warlock.

The warlock for the same family that had cost them all lives in every dimension. The same warlocks who had been the root of their pain and the same reason they had been unable to embrace their humanity in peace.

Those same warlocks had been proud in their desire to fuck up everything they worked for, and yet right now, they were standing face to face with one of them? If this wasn't the worst joke of the century, then what was it then?

How the fuck were they supposed to describe this?

"What?" Hawi asked barely above a whisper as she took in the sight before her.

She wasn't sure if this was the worst kind of karma, having one of her friends be mated to the enemy they had left home to go and fight, the same enemy they were determined to eradicate even if it took their entire lifeline to do it?

This wasn't fair and fuck the universe for doing this to them.

"Russe?? No…" Mbali whined as she tried to get her hands off the Russel sister. She wasn't about to let the woman share blood with her, and even if she had to die because she didn't get help, Mbali was more than willing to let that happen.

The Russels had cost them their childhood and adult lives. They had screwed up everything that was sane and insane about them and no matter how things went on, there was just no way that the world was going to be functioning well like that.

The universe was not being fair to them and Mbali didn't have the energy to even stay here and deal with this shit.

"Fuck," Ruru whispered as she stared at the chaos. She more than anyone knew just how much Mbali despised the Russels. This was the worst slap on the face for them all because they had to make the hardest decision ever.

What the hell were they supposed to make of all of this?

"Stay away from my sister," Malika warned at the same time that Mbali spoke.

"Mark me, Malika. Put an end to all of this. Mark me so we can kill her alongside her brother. We need only one Russel to guide us to the west and where they are. We already have Nik for that.

"So, mark me, please," Mbali begged her sister who was staring at her pitifully. There were so many things that Malika had known would happen when she met her sister, but then of all her expectations, most of this hadn't been it for them.

It was like they lived in a world where fate was playing games with their lives and daring them to make the impossible possible. How the hell was she supposed to tell her sister that this shit would be okay when she was named to the one person they wanted dead?

How was this even supposed to make her feel better? Mbali had gotten hurt because of a Russel and a Russel had conveniently shown up to command to save her.

Maybe Amina was truly here for Mbali, but wasn't the timing a little too suspicious, especially with all that had happened with the team? Why was it that she never made a show in the past seven months that they had been at peace?

Why would she show up on the very first day that they stepped out of Sicario for their mission? This shit was suspicious as hell and there was never going to be an easier way out of this. If they weren't careful, they would lose again.

"Lihle…" Malika said to her sister who had already arched her neck for Malika.

Amina was seeing this and she was pissed about it.

She hated that that was the reason that this woman was giving up like this. She hated herself for a moment there because it hurt so bad that her mate was more than willing to bear the mark of her sister and a protector, rather than bear her mark as her mate.

All of this was not making them feel any better but then what was the best solution to this when the Savasci Knights were all experiencing emotional turmoil?

"Please, Malika," Mbali pleaded again and Malika felt the life leave her once again. She had promised to be there for her sister, to make everything better, but why was she a little conflicted about this?Nôv(el)B\\jnn

She knew it was not what they had expected, but at the same time, she had seen how Mbali's face always lit up at the mention of Amina, how her sister looked like she had heard the best of things when Amina was brought up as a subject.

Malika had seen her sister genuinely be happy and hopeful about Amina.

Mbali had always expected Amina to show up and teach her so many things, like the words Amina always used with her. She had never been done with other languages, but Mbali wanted to know more.

She had always wanted to understand and even better, speak the language of the woman who made her heart beat so fast and gave her the kinds of butterflies that made her feel safe.

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But now as she looked at Amina, Mbali was not sure if this was what happiness was supposed to look like or the universe had always hated her from the onset.

They couldn't find logic in this, but for Mbali, the pain she had grown up in, the loneliness she had become accustomed to and the endless questions I here had had simply got her to the one woman who was a part of the main problem.

Fate was a fucked-up bitch no doubt.

"You need to heal, mi reina. I can explain everything, but only if you let me fix you," Amina said, not paying attention to her mate's demands.

She knew this was expected the moment she knew who her mate was, but then she had hoped it would be different. Amina had hoped that my love for Mbali would make a difference.

Funny how here they were and she was still at a crossroads, and unsure whether her mate would ever want her again. But then she wasn't going to focus on that. She had come here to make sure her mate was safe.

While it was unfortunate that she had been part of the reason Mbali was in this state, Amina was not going to leave her mate in pain just because she came from a family of mad people.

Her mad family thrived on the pain of others and hoped to dominate an entire realm, despite the obvious fact that the existence of the white wolf would screw that up for them every single time.

"Get off of me."

"You. Need. To. Heal."

"And you need to fucking let me go. I'd much rather have my sister bite me than be your mate," Mbali growled out.

Amina faltered.