The Rejected Alpha's Vengeance

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[HAWI]

"Felt like a million years, Freya," Mbali admitted as her sister embraced her heartily like it was the first time they were seeing each other. This was a sight that Malika herself would never forget, even as her sister returned her hug.

"How have you been? Was it okay away from home? Did you hurt anywhere? Do I need to kill people for you on that side of the realm? Are you alright? Are you hurt? Do you need the dispensary? Is anything wrong?

"Are there new fractures?" Mbali asked as she rambled on. She had missed her sister so much that it had driven her a little crazy. It was ever interesting how he had been the most stable of the entire Savasci knights.

Then again, she had chosen to have help and not to act on what she was feeling. That shit took a lot of strength and Malika had done her very best.

She had been determined to be the sister her sister would be proud of and right now, even as she pulled back from the hug, Malika could only say that she was the kind of sister that made Mbali pound. That was her only wish at the moment anyway.

"I'm fine, Freya. I really am fine. Besides, I got someone to take care of me last week before we came home, so I promise, I am fine," Mbali reassured her sister as she turned to look at Amina who was just smiling at her softly.

There wasn't much that the Russel warlock could do right now, other than hope that her and her brother weren't kicked out. A part of Amina was glad that they were all happy but the other was anxious about the Savasci knights changing their minds, now that Hawi was back here.

The girl had all the power and if she said the Russels were to leave, no one would offer questions about that, even if it meant heartbreak for them. But was Hawi that cruel a person?

Was she manipulative of the bonds that had the people she loved and held dear? Was she really that evil of a devil? Granted, the llama considered her the devil but then was she going to be that to her people now that she had come home?

"You okay?" Malika asked and for a moment, Mbali stared at her sister in confusion, only to realize that she was addressing Amina. It was such a small gesture but it made Mbali's heart swell.

Her sister was being warm to her mate and that was more than she could have imagined possible, given the way that they had interacted with her the last time. Perhaps this was all that Mbali needed to be sure that their lives would be better eventually, no matter what they would have to deal with along the way.

"Me?" Amina asked in confusion.

"Of course. You brought my sister back with you, whatever the circumstances were back there or what actual reason they had to come back. What matters is you came back with her too, thank you," Malika started in earnest and Amina couldn't hide her shock.

This woman right here had hunted her and her family for more than ten centuries. Malika Jabali was everyone's fear in the realm and for the Russels, she was the huntress who only waited to give the strike.

If Malika had had the power to eliminate the Russels, she would have done it without so much as a second thought. It was a truth that seemed trivial, but it was the truth nonetheless.

Amina and her family had changed locations more than ten thousand times in the years that had passed and Malika Jabali had been the cause for that. She had been a cruel hunter, one that preyed on their strengths and weaknesses.

A huntress who made them relieve their worst nightmares just because it was fun to see them tormented. Of course, Malika had kept in mind that only the white wolves were tasked with eliminating the enemies, so Malika had made it her personal mission to drive the enemies crazy.

If she couldn't kill them, then she would hunt them for years on end and she did that so well that the realm had gotten to know her as the huntress that never missed. She was the horror of everything cruelty and Amina's family had long lived in that for the better part of their lives.

Oh, they had spent time running away from Malika more than the white wolves who were destined to eliminate them. So, hearing this coming from Malika was just a dream she had never thought possible.

Maybe time was all that they ought to trust, but even the fates had mentioned the mere fact that they would be spared of the cruel silence of death just because their fates were bound to that of their hunters.

Quite the irony that fate had played then, and Amina couldn't help but stay mute. She wanted to say something, but she was worried that her words would irk the huntress and she would be back to being hunted again.

Oh, how Malika was the cruel protector of the realm.

"Uhm…" Amina trailed off and Mbali let out a light laugh.

"You're scaring my mate, Freya. That is not nice," Mbali said as she stood before Amina, as if to keep her safe from Malika and Amina didn't object.

If anything, she just let Mbali be her shield, because this time, this was one of the people that the entire realm would be fucked up first before a drop of her blood ever hit the ground.

"It's not intentional this time, I swear it, Lihle," Malika stated in earnest, her eyes softening as she looked at her sister who was smiling from ear to ear.

Malika knew it had to be because of Amina and for the hundredth time in the few minutes she had seen the duo, she thanked the goddess for bringing them both back home.

"It's alright," Mbali said as she turned to her mate who was right behind her.

She didn't need to protect her from Malika because they both knew that this wasn't the time for the both of them to start dealing with the chaos. They had to let themselves be happy, even if it was just for a moment. Surely that wasn't a lot to ask, right?

"Great!" Malika said as she stared at the two women in front of her.

They were both wearing smiles and they were genuine through and through. This right here was the one thing that got Malika clinging to the hope that her sister was truly happy.

Maybe it was a far stretch for the both of them, but something had to give this time, right? The three centuries that passed were the longest of all the centuries that Malika hadn't seen her sister.

Now she really did understand what Mbali must have felt all those years when she was alone in the world.

"I won't lose you again, Lihle… never again," Malika added and Mbali stared at her in understanding. She knew where Malika was coming from and frankly, this was sweet of her sister. Perhaps this was also the start of a better life, right?

"I know, Freya, I know," Mbali responded reassuringly, as she knew that her sister was speaking the truth this time.