The Rejected Alpha's Vengeance

"Hey, are you even listening to us, Hawi?" Dom asked when he noticed that Hawi was just staring at her father with a blank face.

\'He\'s never called me Hawi,\' Hawi thought to herself as she turned to her brother, the realization dawning on her a little too hard, as her heart shattered to pieces.

Her real brother was dead, definitely murdered.

Whoever this was... was an impostor.

"Dammit, what the fuck happened to you?" Dom asked again and this time, Hawi heard him right. He had once again called her Hawi, instead of Awuor like he used to. Maybe Hawi was overthinking.

Besides, if her brother was dead, then she would have truly felt it. She would have felt the true rage that came with losing someone so close, just like the rage she had felt when her mother died.

"Maybe she finally realized that she isn\'t ever going to defeat us," Jer said with a dark chuckle, while Dom wasn\'t sure if that was truly the reason for the blank stare his sister was giving them.

Thinking back to the previous instances, Hawi could tell that it all happened. The man before her had clearly been in these dungeons for the longest time, occasionally being shown off to the public as some trophy.

Her father had changed when she left home and Hawi felt her heart shatter for the thousandth time. Her father had no power in Sicario. He was just another man who had happened to be unfortunate enough to be hated by Jer and Dom.

Her father never stood a chance against them. He suffered because of her because he had been protecting her and as Hawi watched her brother and her ex work together to make their father\'s life hard, Hawi swore to burn them all.

"How the fuck am I to know if this is not another magical illusion. Seems like you\'re so good at it, don\'t you think?" Hawi asked boredly as she looked at her brother. How the hell had Dom changed so much?

Power sure did corrupt, but Hawi couldn\'t wrap her head around the fact that her brother, the man who loved their father even more than Hawi loved her father, was the one who was fighting the man. It was just impossible.

Dom and Sicario had been the inseparable father and son duo. Of course, when Sicario chose Hawi for the leadership, Dom felt left out, but then he accepted it. Everything had been so fine and their relationship had been good.

So how the fuck had such a dedicated man changed this much? How had he gone from the man who respected and loved their father, to a man who wanted his father dead, and bragged about it?

"You really are a piece of work, even for an impostor of my dead mate," Jer said and this time, Hawi let out a laugh, one that was too familiar. She couldn\'t believe she had once considered the dumb fuck before her as a good mate. Love sure did blind.

"Impostor, huh? Well, you might be right. I may be an impostor, but someone had to be the Hawi that Sicario needs, not this madness you have turned the pack she worked so hard for.

"Wherever Awuor is, her soul must be turning in her grave for the disgrace you have brought upon Sicario," Hawi said, trying to maintain her neutral tone but the urge to smack her brother and Jer into the afterlife was a little too intense.

"What do you want?" Jer asked and Hawi looked at her father. She could tell he was in so much pain and figured that while they were close, she would try to do at least one good thing to show her father that she was alive and real.

It was risky, but it was something she needed to do for her sake and whatever was left of her sanity. Perhaps it would give her hope, but wasn\'t she hoping for a little too much at this point anyway?

\'Papa… I\'ll heal you. I\'m so sorry for the mess I dragged you into. I really am sorry, papa,\' Hawi said to her father when she succeeded in creating a mind link. The protectors and Malika had taught her to create instant mind links when they were in enemy territory.

"For starters, I want you to find a way to make this old man believe that I am his daughter. Then, I want to be part of your ruling of Sicario. I don\'t want land or even need the power.

"But since you asked so nicely, I want a seat at the adult table. Otherwise, I\'ll tell the person who sent me, that Dom is alive. Before you start threatening me with murder and making my life hard, I was sent by the lycans—

"—More specifically, Jabali Lihle, or as you know her, Mbali. I\'m immortal so you technically can\'t do shit to me, without risking wiping off Sicario from the maps of the realm," Hawi said so casually to Jer, while looking at her father who\'d shut his eyes.

He was in so much pain it was agonizing to watch. Hawi hoped that her father would open up and let them chat. She wasn\'t sure what the fuck she was expecting, but the fact that everything had led them to this point, had to mean something.

Besides, there was no telling when she would see him again. This was just her hoping that her father would accept her proposal.

\'Papa please—\' Hawi asked again in the mind link and the alpha let out a cough, though it came out as a groan since he didn\'t exactly have a functioning tracheal in the first place.

However, that was enough for Hawi. At least her father was alive. His subconscious was active; now all Hawi needed to do was wait.

"You\'re asking a lot for someone far from home," Dom snickered.

"And you\'re breathing a little too fast, for someone who is supposed to be dead. Who knows, perhaps the magic I used on you is finally catching up, eh?" Hawi said knowing so well that it would fuck with him.

-official

She had known her brother so well and she knew it was easy to mess with Dom and make him believe that he was dying. There wasn\'t a creature in the realm that feared death like Dominic Sicario.

Perhaps that had also been the reason Hawi had come to her brother\'s funeral, to see for herself, because she knew her brother had to have been scared of death. She had come to send him off well and give him solace.

But now as it was, she should have just snapped his neck herself.

\'I know you don\'t trust me, papa. I know you don\'t even believe that it\'s me. Hell if I wasn\'t the white wolf, I wouldn\'t have believed it too,\' Hawi said in the link and her father looked up, this time, opening his eyes to his daughter for the first time in forever.

Oh, the relief Hawi felt was so immense.

He finally recognized her.

"You\'re crazy. You don\'t get a seat at the table," Jer said with a tone of finality.

"Then don\'t blame me if Malika starts acting bipolar…" Hawi tormented, knowing it would screw with Jer\'s mind.