The Rejected Alpha's Vengeance

[AWUOR]

"—Hawi… but my 'friends' call me the angel of death," Hawi greeted with a sinister smile, as she casually plucked out all the claws from Mbali's arm, and then stretched the warrior's arm, which was still in her thigh, as if to tell the warrior that this was what happened to anyone who went against her.

Her brutality was known across the realm. But many who hadn't seen it for themselves had always assumed they were rumors. However, were they really?

She knew that she would end up with a dark mark on her thigh when she finally healed, but then this was one she would be glad about.

Mbali let out a gasp as he tried to wiggle from the woman's grip, and even scratched her other thigh to get her attention, but instead, she just smirked at him, as if to tell him that he wasn't being serious at the moment.

He was already having a potentially lost arm and was now fighting to lose another arm? Maybe he had a thing for arms and thighs, right? Well, that didn't matter to Hawi anyway. She could help nurse the warrior, but later.

"Nice to meet you," Hawi added, when she felt her skin closing with Mbali's arm still in her thighs.

She knew that she should have slowed down her healing, but then she was a pissed wolf, one who had been attacked without her permission and woman who had been punched senselessly by an enemy.

She was not the kind to take defiance easily. So she stood there, watching Mbali as her wolf suffocated the life out of the Clarkson warrior.

No matter what grade of warrior anyone was, Hawi was always different, and the girl who could kill by just staring. Bit by bit, Hawi watched as the warrior turned pale, as did the faces of the Clarkson warriors in horror.

It was then that she realized that this man was their lead warrior, their enforcer. And it had to mean something, because of the few seconds that Hawi and Mbali had fought, she had made a conclusion that this was the kind of warrior she wanted beside her in war.

But then no one ever wanted to be against Hawi… Until the dumb Sicario elite wolves.

"Do you want to continue this?" Hawi asked with a bored face, as she lifted her head to look at the warriors and this time, instead of just silence, she saw them take a few steps back.

She was feeling dizzy, and that was something that Mbali had noticed too, because the Clarkson warrior instantly got up, and yanked his hand from Hawi's thigh. It was a scene that left a lot of blood, but a warrior's pride had been hurt and he was going to avenge himself.

Maybe he was stupid, or maybe he wanted to prove himself a worthy challenger of the angel of death.

"I do," Mbali said as he suddenly called for a sword and handed it to Hawi who just stared at him, with the permanent smirk that hadn't left her face.

"I have mine," Hawi said, summoning her twin swords. And when she got them in her hands, she began fighting Mbali. She didn't care that Mbali was done and was probably going to be dead if she didn't stop.

The only thing Hawi wanted was a win and she would have it, whether she had to kill a warrior or if she hadn't. She just didn't give a fuck anymore.

"Perfect. If you beat me, you get to train with us, but if I beat you, you leave Clarkson and never come back. Not even if your protector, Malika, shows up here again," Mbali warned and Hawi looked at the man before her, and then thought of the protector she had gotten used to.

Hawi needed an army and the Clarkson army seemed to be the perfect one because of how untainted they seemed. She had to save Malika and had to get her revenge and if defeating this warrior is it, then she would do it.

Without question, though she wasn't quite feeling alright at the moment, Her fatigue and stress had finally caught up to her, even though the timing was horrible.

But she had to win.

The thought of Malika being alone in Sicario didn't sit right with her; so if she wasn't going to fight for herself, she would fight for Malika. She would fight for the woman who had trusted her, the first woman who had seen some good in her.

She would fight for the woman who had chosen her without a second thought, and one who had risked her life for Hawi.

If she had to fight for Malika, then Hawi was going to do it.

"I thought you were going to tell me something along the lines of me not seeing Rukiya anymore, but hey, you want to fight me, come along," Hawi said, before she remembered what she had just said.

'Fuck, I mentioned Rukiya. What the hell?' Hawi scolded herself as she facepalmed, almost slicing her long hair with her swords in the process.

She didn't know when, but the idea of losing Rukiya suddenly didn't seem like a good one to her, and it wasn't because Rukiya was a warrior. She liked the woman and would fight for her. But at least this time, she was going to fight for Malika.

"Perfect… I'll think of Ruk—" Mbali began and Hawi let out a warning growl.

"You mention her, and I will rip through you faster than you can make your claws visible," How warned and the skies suddenly turned darker, as the lightning was heard.

It was morning and sunny but then with Hawi's anger came a lot of things, not to mention the liking she had for Ruiya wasn't making her life any easier.

"You mention my Ruru again, and I will burn down Clarkson, and the best part of it, I will make you fight yourselves down to the last one. Don't test me," Hawi added, and Mbali just nodded, having seen Hawi's golden eyes.

It was then that they all knew that Rukiya Greyson was THAT important to Hawi, and that to them was the first sign of hope and humanity. Even if they fought Hawi, at least this time she wouldn't be fighting for nothing, but her love, even if she would deny it to the very end.

"Say it," Hawi insisted as she put her sword on Mbali's neck.

"What?" Mbali asked, not sure what he was supposed to say.

"Say you won't mention my Ruru again, not as bargain to anything, unless you will be protecting her, but I can do that on my own. Now. Say. It."

"I won't mention her, ever, unless I have to," Mbali said and Hawi released her sword as she took a step back from Mbali. She could see the damage she had done to the warrior, but this man had challenged her and she would make sure to finish the challenge.

However, instead of the warrior whining about it he just snapped his bones back into place, eliciting a raw crunching sound that sounded a little too painful in Hawi's ears. She felt sad for him, but not enough to stop her fight.

"Perfect, let's get back to the fight, shall we?" Hawi said the Clarksons had no other options other than facepalm as they watched the two.

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[A/N]

* Aren't Mbali and Hawi a match made in heaven lol

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