The Rejected Alpha's Vengeance

However, no matter what he did or even how he did it, nothing would save him from the anger of the two women who had suffered because of him. They wouldn\'t stop and no one was here to stop them.

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"All screams and no answers. What do we do with him?" a bloody Hawi mused as she turned to Atticus who was in shock from the shit he had seen since the two mates decided to deal with her.

Theirs was the kind of fury that even Atticus hadn\'t ever seen and that scared the hell out of him. He had heard the rumors, about the duo that would blend in so dangerously and would want their enemies\' heads on a platter.

Now that he was seeing them, he could finally understand why their parents had long insisted that the white wolf and her mate were never to be united. But then he had failed at doing that and he could only hope that his brothers would do the rest.

Maybe his brothers would be smarter than him and Razia, right?

"I say we give him an hour to reflect and remember the names or we kill him slowly," Ruru said and Hawi smiled at her.

They both knew it would have been easier to get the answers from Atticus, seeing as they were siblings and all, but they needed to hear that shit from Jeremiah Warner himself no matter what it took.

It had been obvious that he had met the other siblings and he had agreed to the life deal with Atticus for a reason. He knew that the Russell brothers would always be there to have his back.

They had given him the confidence to fuck things up and there was no point in pretending that the man wasn\'t a psycho because of that same confidence. No matter what happened, he had been so sure that the Russel brothers would forever be on his side.

And that\'s why the women needed to hear it for him. Then again it was a little too cruel since they had fired Jer\'s brain with magic more than once before they started tutoring him.

It was intentional to scramble his brains and for them to see how long it would take for Jer to get back to normal if they attacked him with magic. He was an immortal like them and they needed to figure out what it was about the new lifeline that set him apart.

Here they were, more than seven hours later, with Jer whose brain was scrambled, bled, and face botched thanks to the crazies. It was impossible to understand them, not that anyone needed to.

The best anyone could do for them was not to screw them up or even try to fault them for shit that they didn\'t do. That in itself was like the perfect deal of peace, something that Jer was yet to learn despite the lessons that had been forced on him.

Nothing would ever be the same for him and the sooner he realized that, the sooner he would find it in himself to give the band of crazies the nurse they wanted and maybe, just maybe they would let him be.

"Okay," Hawi responded enthusiastically as she threw Jer\'s body on the ground, before shooting him using magic back to where he had been earlier in an x position. The poor man had been tortured and bruised one too many times.

He looked like someone had ridden trucks on him over and over to the point that the only thing he could remember about himself was that he was a man. His senses were dulled and everything about him scrambled in so many ways.

The madness the duo had exercised on him had reminded him of the brutality of the woman he had once mated and the woman he had agreed to betray.

That had to have been the worst of ideas for him, and maybe if there was a chance to turn back time, Jer would have saved himself the torture here. Maybe he would figure out a way to right?

But for what?

"Great. Let\'s go take a shower before our friends come back from Greyson," Ruru said and Hawi felt her heart skip a beat at the mention of Greyson. They hadn\'t once mentioned Rukiya\'s pack in those days.

It was like they both were trying to forget the horrors, but then there was just something that couldn\'t be forgotten. The pain the Greyson warriors had gone through was something that Rukiya Greyson was never going to forget.

The fact that her mother had been in the whole mess had even broken her fragile heart one too many times. They could have tried to think of Greyson, tried to figure out a way that would give the pack some time and keep them at ease.

They had had the worst month and yet they still struggled to stay sane.

"Ruru—" Hawi began, her mate just shushed her, as if to tell her that it was all alright.

Alpha Rukiya Greyson was holding onto her hate for Jeremiah. She didn\'t want to talk about the chaos back at her home because if she talked about it, she wouldn\'t ever recover.

She had tried her best to keep moving forward, but even she knew that there would come a day when her people would want to hear from her, and not just anyone else or even the misfits on their team. Just her, as their alpha.

It was imperative because she was one of the key reasons the pack was still holding on.

"I\'m okay, Hawi. We have to finish the war so we can live healthy lives. We have to hold onto the piano just a little longer. There will come a time for us to mourn our dead. There will come a time when we don\'t know what to hide who we are or what we do anymore.

"And when that happens, we can then take a break and think back to the shit that we experienced and the losses we had. Don\'t worry too much," Rukiya said as she began climbing up the stairs to Hawi\'s suite.

She didn\'t want to think of anything at the moment and it was understandable but then Hawi wasn\'t one to give such kinds of hints, so she followed her, and when they reached Hawi\'s suite which was miraculously cleaner than they had left it, Hawi stopped her.

"No, Ruru. I don\'t agree with you," Hawi said and Rukiya Greyson looked at her mate, wondering what the fuck the mad woman was on this time.

Hawi was a lot of things and incentive was not one of them. However, what Ruru was seeing here was so different and she wanted to know what the fuck Hawi was on this time.

"What?" Ruru asked as she squinted her eyes at her mate who was still bloodied.

They both didn\'t mind that they were dripping blood and it was making the floor dirty again. But then what was the floor when they had their lives turned apprised down by shit that they couldn\'t all control?

"I said no."