The Rejected Alpha's Vengeance

[HAWI]

"Come on, Atticus, surely you wouldn't think I would let the white wolf come to meet you, right?" Malika greeted as she grabbed Atticus by the shoulder and ripped his right arm off.

Everything happened so fast that the man wasn't even sure he felt the pain of his arm getting ripped off. This was insane, because he was still in shock, when Malika turned him so he could face her.

There was a deadpan look on Malika's face even as Atticus slowly realized who he had come so close to. The woman before him was a myth, one that was not even supposed to exist.

She was the same woman the history books had declared the ultimate killing machine for the white wolves and everyone assigned to her. She was dangerous. She was a bitch.

She was the face of cruelty. And right now, she looked like someone had woken her up from a deep slumber. She was fuming.

"Hello Atticus, I'm Malika. But you already know that from the shock on your face… this should be fun," Malika said as she grabbed the man's left arm that he had instinctively put behind his back in shock, and shook it.

Malika was vicious and her eyes were daring, almost like she had found a game she loved.

"Malika?" Rukiya voiced out, but it was only because she wasn't sure this was real. She had been so scared of what Atticus would do and at the moment, she was sure that Malika was here with them.

The woman was supposed to be with Hawi and as everyone knew, Malika never stepped foot where Hawi wasn't. And if she was here then Hawi had to be close. Oh, Hawi.

Rukiya's heart shattered in the form of her dreams.

She felt like she should have done better, she had promised her people and Hawi that she would bring them back home about then there were nine thousand dead Greyson warriors who were already covered in combustibles.

It was just a matter of time before the pile caught fire and fuck Rukiya hated all of this.

"Come on, Atticus. You were really mouthy a few minutes ago and now you're silent? You're making this no fun. I thought you wanted to kill Hawi? Is that why you went to Jer to use the mate bond?

"Your idea is so original that I almost didn't catch it… anyway, we can talk about your idea later, but first, you'll have to indulge me more about what the fuck happened to an army of ten thousand that you just murdered.

"It should be an interesting tackle, huh?" Malika said as she knocked Atticus on the knees, forcing the warlock to be on his knees, not to mention, to be sitting on a puddle of his own blood.

He looked like shit, but Malika didn't care, because she wasn't going to be playing around with anyone who was a threat to Hawi. This was not the time for them to play nice with anyone anyway.

"Malika Jab—" Atticus began and Malika grabbed one of her twin swords and put it on the warlock's neck, as if daring him to finish that sentence.

There were so many things about Malika that no one knew of. And she wanted them to say like that, but none more than her last name. She wouldn't let anyone know of it. Hell, even the woman she was protecting didn't know what her last name was.

To the world she was Malika.

Just Malika.

"I see your last name is still something you hide like an unwanted secret. Are you scared your little sister will hate you for leaving her? Come on Malika," Atticus said and Malika let out a warning growl.

She was all for everything but her family. She hated what had happened and she wanted to keep everything a secret. For thousands of years, she had fought and worked so hard to hide her truth.

The years and years of memories had been hidden so well that no one ever knew what her last name was. Her agreement to be a protector had included the contrition that no one knew of her last name.

But then like a thorn in her ass, Atticus and the shadow warlocks had dug the truth and they knew.

Malika knew this day would come but she didn't care.

"You do realize that's not an owner to my question, Atticus. Or perhaps I should do to you what I did to Razia and Kurt. Oh, poor thing. You know I killed him thrice and brought them back to life and killed him again earlier today.

"That little feeble thing doesn't heaven know he was born to a family of weaklings," Malika mused and this time it was Atticus's turn to let out a laugh. Of Course, he would find the situation hilarious because there was no Kurt in their lives.

The experiment that their parents had done had filed and the result of that experience had been burned to the ground, by Atticus himself. but was that the tight or it was just something that he wanted to so desperately believe? Explore stories at m,v l'e-m|p| y r

"I killed that anomaly a long time ago, jab… Malika. I made sure to turn its body to ashes. That boy was nothing like the Russell Warlocks. It had to be eliminated on sight, and did us all a favor," Atticus said with conviction and Malika let out a laugh.

She was enjoying this and she knew that shit would get even more excited sooner or later.

"Okay, if that's what you choose to believe. Anyway, with the way you were talking earlier, I'm assuming you bound the nine of them with a mafic to the earth, right? So you'll release them, then we can keep talking," Malika said and Atticus forced a grin.

"I thought you were a powerful protector? Don't tell me you can't undo a spell by a warlock like me. You make me feel powerful for nothing… JABALI," Atticus said.

Malika suddenly chopped off his ankle in anger, making sure to burn it along with the arm she had ripped off. She hated it when people talked about her last name.

At the mention of Jabali, Mbali turned to look Malika in the eyes, like there was more there. She wanted to assume that there were so many families that had the name Jabali, but then she had looked for the books of the old, and consulted with the old religion.

With them, she learned that there was only one family in the entire world that had the last name Jabali, or at least the one that remained with the name, but only because they had caused so much damage to the name.

It was so bad that the name was considered a curse to many.

People never liked the name Jabali because they were scared that the chaos of the house Jabali would follow them. That was also why Mbali never used her last name or even her first.

She never let anyone know that she was Jabali Lihle, it would alienate her from people.

Her last name was a burden to her.

Her cruel burden.

"Jabali?" Mbali asked and Malika stared at her in silence.

"Come on Malika… won't you tell your little sister something?" Atticus asked and Malika knocked him out.

"He talks too much," Malika said as she freed the nine from the binds of Atticus's magic.