The Rejected Alpha's Vengeance

[SICARIO]

"Oh dear, I thought he w… Then… Y…" Malika said before intentionally making herself faint. She was on a mission and the dumbhead Jeremiah wasn't the priority this time.

"Luna—" Theo tried but Malika had fallen unconscious. She had gone so fast that it was hard to tell whether she wasn't dead. Theo just stood there in shock as he watched the woman fall to the ground.

"What the fuck are you doing letting her fall to the ground?!" Alpha Jer suddenly woke up, just in time to catch Malika whose body was flailing around. It was quite the sight and Jer felt bad for his wife.

He had never imagined that she would faint easily like this and because of him. But now that he could see that she was affected, he made a mental note to never stress her out. He cared for Malika and never wanted her to be hurt.

Sure, they had agreed that the mating bond could be initiated earlier, but in her silence, Jer was falling deeply in love with her.

It was like a hurricane of sorts and if Malika knew that, there was a chance that she would definitely use it against Jer in the worst of ways.

"I'm so sorry alpha," Theo said but Jer just carried his wife to the guest room and laid her there.

He hated that this had happened to her and he knew how vulnerable she always was. And he hated himself for putting her into that situation.

Carefully he pushed aside a stray strand of hair that had fallen on the protector's face. She looked so innocent like she couldn't do no evil, and the fact that Elodie had started a fight with her was something that he wasn't going to forgive.

"Oh, darling, I didn't mean to stress you out," Jer said softly as he wiped the patches of sand off her body. He knew that she would wake up pissed but he also knew that she was always calm and that infuriated him even more.

Elodie had dared to go after his very kind and harmless wife, and that didn't sit right with him. There was no justification for that, but for the moment, Jer figured he could wipe her body and then dress her up in clean clothes.

They had been married for a few months now, and while he could have had the servants to give her a change of clothes, he figured that he could just do it himself.

The Sicario palace was so tense with the death of Dom and the arrest of the head alpha, Sicario, that he wasn't sure there were people on his side anymore. But that didn't worry him.

"Get me a towel, warm water, and a change of clothes for the Luna. Be quick about it," Jer shouted to the warriors who were guarding the guest room.

He didn't care who brought it, as long as someone got him what he wanted. Gently, he undressed Malika, all the while feeling guilty for what he was about to do, but at the same time, he didn't want to worry too much.

It was strange, how he cared for the gullible woman in his bed, more than anything else. It was almost like Malika was slowly becoming his lifeline and finally, that didn't look anywhere near good for him.

He had fallen in love with the devil and it wouldn't end well for him. But then it wasn't like Malika was about to wake up and strangle the life out of him, right?

"Here, alpha," a warrior said as he left everything at the door, careful not to get in and get his neck wrung by the mad alpha for checking out his wife.

"Thank you," Jer forced out before slamming the door and walking back to where Maika was.

He had managed to undress Malika to the point that she was currently just in her sports bra and her biker shorts, which Hawi had mocked for months and months.

Hawi knew Malika and her clothes were enemies and the fact that Malika could wear anything more than a shirt and pants was even surprising to Hawi.

However, when Malika agreed to get married to Jer, she decided to fit into the character she was about to play, a brainless woman from the rural and tiniest pack.

A simpleton who was brought up in the ways of the land and knew what decency was. The biker shorts had been the one set of clothes that Hawi had never imagined Malika would ever wear.

Hell, there had been times when Hawi had begged her to wear even a top.

If Hawi was here with them, she could have laughed her ass off, but it was just unfortunate that the eldest Sicario child was not even ready to face her pain yet. She was still hiding in the shadows of the happiness he got for playing with the Greyson kids.

Oh, Hawi.

'Poor thing,' Jer signed defeatedly as he wiped Malika's body. He could see that she had so many scars, but they didn't look as deep, thanks to Malika's mastery of weapons.

However, to Jer, the few scars on Malika's body seemed to tell him that the girl had gone through a rough life as she lived in Clarkson.

They were tiny scars, most of which would easily be gotten in the woods when she probably affected firewood or even went to look for fruits.

All the assumptions could have been really nice and kind if they hadn't been made of Malika, the deadliest killing Machine that ever existed. All her scars were from battle and had healed pretty nicely, because of the magic that Malika had.

Her magic could erase any and all scars and yet she had insisted on leaving her scars as her pride.

However, when the mission to come to Sicario popped up, she made sure to make her scars look pretty and fill the performance she was to pull with the most studio of all alphas, and it seemed to be working, again.

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

Well, he was being nice and all, but then the woman wasn't even in her own body.

The bastard was talking to an empty vessel, that was breathing slowly and was programmed to twitch every few minutes to make the people around her think that she was still in her body and was even listening to the dumbass confessions that could come from Jer.

They would have been important, but then to Malika, nothing was more important than Hawi's well-being.

And maybe that was also why she had gone ahead and possessed the body of a random young woman in the free lands who was just going on with her day, who also turned out to be the Greyson kitchen mistress, Sherry's niece, Nkatha.

It was quite the coincidence that Malika hadn't expected, but it worked in her favor. If anything, Malika didn't give two shits about that, because the only thing that mattered to her, was Awuor Hawi Sicario.

"Hello, Aunt Sherry," Malika cheerily greeted Sherry when she finally made it to the Greyson pack.

She knew this could probably get Hawi to return her to Olyana, but then it was once again, a risk that Malika was willing to take.