The Rejected Alpha's Vengeance

"Please don't let her take me, please," Malika cried out and Jer looked at Elodie before he looked at his wife who was trembling in his arms.

He didn't even need to ask more questions about where Malika and Elodie had gone because, for him, Malika's fear was real.

"Get the fuck out, you're scaring my fucking wife you little shit," Jer said protectively and Malika smirked into his shirt. She knew what would follow and she was more than ready to stir up more trouble.

Those two made her blood boil and the fact that Jer was pretending to be hurt and like his word had come crushing because of Dom made Malika want to take a swing at his head.

"I was gone for a few minutes and suddenly head alpha Sicario murdered his only son? Make it make sense, because the guy is also conveniently unable to speak or say shit," Elodie said, ignoring the fact that he had just kicked her out.

Then again if that worked on her they wouldn't be there, right? She didn't give two shits about what the fuck Jer was thinking. What she wanted to know was how two hours had turned into the madness that she wasn't even aware of.

All of this was not logical.

Sicario may have been older and wiser but if pitted against his son there was just no way that he would win that war. It was impossible and yet the man was in the dungeons and his son was a goner.

No one had seen what happened, which was another suspicious thing. This was all pointing to a coup but Elodie was going to give her the benefit of the doubt and let him come clean to her because Thai was his only chance.

"You have no right to question me. You should be very careful how you talk to your alpha, Elodie—" Jer began and Elodie hurled the nearest vase at Jer and Malika.

She didn't care what she was doing could make her a prisoner too. She had lost her best friend and now she had lost Hawi's brother too. Dom may have been a pain in the ass but he was still like a brother to Elodie and this was one death she wouldn't forgive.

If it was Alpha Sicario then she would get to the bottom of it, and if it was Jer, then Elodie Kane wasn't sure what she would do. She hadn't imagined that shit like this could happen.

She couldn't lose the people important to her in one day like that.

It all just wasn't fair and she wasn't going to let it all slide. She would get to the bottom of this, come rain come sunshine and she wouldn't stop until she got their justice or their vengeance. Oh, Elodie.

"What is wrong with you woman? Why the hell are you acting like a barbarian and why the fuck do you want to hurt my wife? I'll break you if you hurt her," Jer said and Elodie let out a dark chuckle and a scoff.

She couldn't believe what she was hearing.

This was easily the worst joke of the century.

When Elodie had thrown the vase at Malika and Jer, she had noticed that only Jer flinched, while Malika looked like she was bored out of her mind. The protector didn't even flinch when the vase hit her and the man she was married to.

Instead, she had focused on Elodie, maintaining a damning eye contact and making sure that this woman was really certain of what she was doing.

Malika didn't care about anything or anyone other than Hawi and her mission. And right now she was honestly stuck between punching Elodie in the face and making the woman scream in pleasure under her.

It was a thought so unconventional and unexpected for her, that in that moment Malika found herself rethinking her priorities.

'What the fuck was that?' Malika asked as she shook her head roughly, something that the dumbass husband near her translated to fear.

"You keep doing that and I will have you exiled from Sicario," Jer warned and Elodie just looked at him like she needed an explanation.

"You should start talking then, and your senseless wife should also listen carefully because the next one I'll throw, will be on her head," Elodie warned and Malika took that as a chance to react to her statement.

She pushed herself closer to Jer like she was seeking asylum. Her eyes were filled with raw fear, an act that Malika had perfected over the months before she had agreed to be Jer's mate. She had been plotting this so well and right now it was paying.

"Hey, baby… I need you to go to the next room. You can wait for me there alright? I won't be long, I promise, alright. I'm so sorry you had to witness this," Jer said as he held Malika's face delicately in his hands.

He was worried for her, genuinely worried that she would be traumatized. And for a moment Malika couldn't actually believe it. This man really cared for this version of her and that was actual progress on her mission.

It was happening and she was going to make sure that everyone felt the pinch of it all.

"But—"Malika began, her constant shaking in fear fucking with Jer's head. It wasn't what she had expected but now that she had gotten it, had loved this reaction. It was golden and she was enjoying this.

"Trust me, alright?" Jer said and Malika nodded before she got up and walked outside.

However as she passed beside Elodie, she couldn't help but feel the raw rage and disappointment that Elodie Kane was harboring, and for a moment, Malika felt bad for her.

Maybe she really did care about the Sicario siblings and now she didn't even have anyone with her.

Jer did wait till Malika was out of the room, before he rushed to Elodie, grabbing the woman by the neck and pinning her on the wall, the warning and anger in his eyes so raw that anyone could believe that Elodie was the one who had murdered Dominic Sicario and not Jer himself.

He really was a piece of work.

"Never scare my wife again or give her a reason to doubt me. And that little stunt you pulled. I'm only letting it go because you seem so hot and bothered by the death of Dom.

"But that isn't an excuse for you to try and kill my mate. Never try that again. Also what the fuck do you want here? I don't have answers for you… No, scratch that.

"As the alpha, I don't owe you an explanation for anything that happens in MY pack. Now clean this shit up and don't show your face to me unless I summon you, alright?" Jer said and Elodie had just had enough of the man.

So she released herself and swung at him so hard that she could feel her bones break.

But she got the result she desired.

Jeremiah was unconscious.