The Rejected Alpha's Vengeance

[HAWI]

Death hadn't been something new for Hawi and she was very aware of it like her usual morning routine. It had been the one thing that she had taken into agreement and accepted.

It was a lot for her, no doubt, and when Ruru died, Hawi had lost everything that had kept her sane.

She had felt like an outcast in the one place that had been home for her, everything looked like and reminded her a lot of the prettiest girl that she had ever seen. It hadn't been easy, and it was never going to be easy.

However, that was a truth she would learn three hundred years later.

Hawi had struggled to accept the truth, to accept the fact that her mate had died just like that. For years away from home, Hawi tried to make sense of what Ruru had done that time, and yet each time, it was all blank.

It was almost like her mate had said goodbye to her in the worst of ways. Hawi hated it, and to this day, three hundred years after that awful day, she still hated it.

"You're supposed to be working security, instead of standing there!" a voice interrupted her line of thought and Mbali let out a warning growl. She had been with Hawi ever since they had come here; it was safe to say that it hadn't exactly been the easiest of things in the pack.

Leaving home with so much pain, Hawi had made the chase on where they would both go. Mbali had known at that time that she didn't have a say in anything and honestly, she was just glad that Hawi had taken her out of the hellhole that home had become.

When Mbali had lost Amina, she had lost her way of life. She too had managed to drown herself in a swamp of motions, things that they had chosen to lock away after the first year away from home.

They had been lonely as fuck and spent most nights drinking themselves to death.

Well, it would have worked, if all the drinks that they consumed were the least bit effective. If anyone other than them had done that same routine, alcohol poisoning would have been their end in the first two days.

That was how badly they wanted to drown in their sorrows. Everything had hurt at the time, and while it still did to this day, the both of them had found things to keep them sane enough.

They had done a lot of chores in the lands where they had gone, and frankly, none of that ever gave them closure. They had a lot of pent-up anger and it was as annoying as hell to know that they didn't have the right opponents to make them be free of their rage.

Perhaps that's why Mbali had come up with the most brilliant idea for them. It was insane, but well, they had nothing but time on their hands. They could always change their new professions, right?

*****

[299 years ago]

"We have tried everything and we can't die, Hawi," Mbali whined as she crawled on the floor that was filled with broken shards of glass, not to mention flammables that could have easily taken them out.

The stench of the house had long invaded their noses, but they had been used to it.

Hell, that was what they had been stuck into for the past year.

"Tell me about it. Ruru would have known a way out, and for you, Amina would have been glad to be of help. We are fucked in all ways to hell and we can't even get rid of this shit because of the immortality we have," Hawi whined.

They had tried to close the mind links with their friends, but they had been unable to, because part of their promise to come back home, no matter how long it took was for the mind links to stay open.

That had been a promise made to all eight of them… now that Ruru was gone. It wasn't the easiest of things but damn, Hawi hated how this was what they had been reduced to. They had tried burning down the house, and they never got burnt.

They always watched the house go up in flames only for it to be standing right there when morning came. It just made no sense to them, even though they both knew that it was their will to stay alive for their friends who were doing this.

If they had truly wanted to make a run for it, they wouldn't have needed the flames. They would just walk back home and do it themselves. But they were cowards, a reality that they had both had to deal with for the past year.

"What if we blend in? We have been trying to kill ourselves to drown everything and nothing has worked. And if we go back home now, the Savasci knights will know what we have been up to and it would break their hearts more than it would break our will to get this done.

"I'm all for embarrassing situations, but we can't go home smelling like failures when we promised we would go back to normal," Mbali slurred and Hawi chuckled. She could already imagine the faces of their friends when they walked through the gates of Sicario.

That would be some wild epiphany for them and they would never ever get a way to defend themselves. Because frankly, what they had done to themselves wasn't even worth defending anywhere.

They had become sore losers and they had embraced the madness that was within them. Perhaps there would come a day that shit would get better, right? Oh, but those were just wishes for them and what they had hoped for.

"Blend in? With them?" Hawi asked, the disgust for the creatures that were living so obvious on her tongue as she twitched her eyes and her lips scrunched in disgust.

They had sworn to never talk about where they were, but the very thought of blending in among those very creatures that they despised for being weak, wasn't exactly as comforting.

"Yeah, what other option is there for us?" Mbali asked as she stared at her friend. She could still think that she was in pain, but so was he. They had been on this shit together and there was no point in trying to make things any worse for them, no.

"Uh… I don't know… drown in their shitty alcohol perhaps? We have enough gold and magic to drink ourselves until the end of time, what part of that is as terrible?" Hawi asked as she chugged down the beer in the glass she had been holding.

She was drifting in and out of consciousness, even though it was just a feeling she wished for.

Alcohol had no effect on them.

The beer effect had never stayed as long as they mixed their drinks with a touch of magic to keep them tipsy enough, but even that faded usually after thirty minutes. It was pointless, even though to them it was something that they had no regrets about trying.

This was their hell and they were living in it.

"Come on, Hawi. We have tried everything. We need to get out of this shithole and find something better."