[AWUOR]
"Please accept my apologies, alpha Rukiya. I will take good care of my husband. Meanwhile, Elodie and Theo, lead the visitors to the waiting hall. I will be there soon. Pardon my husband for this," Malika said as she looked around her.
She knew that the mess was big, and while she wished to make an even bigger mess, she knew that there was only so much that she had Hawi could play this out.
It didn't matter what they were up against, because at the end of the day, they would want a better Sicario. Well, at least for now, since Hawi hasn't exactly decided on what she would do with Sicario once her vengeance was done.
"Yes, Luna," Elodie and Theo both responded at the same time before they walked away with Rukiya and Adolf, not to mention the other pack leaders who came to mourn with Sicario.
This wasn't what Malika had expected, but she needed to step up, if she was going to take over Sicario and hand it to her mistress, after all, power was always the family, right?
'Should I keep taunting him?' Hawi asked when she saw everyone leaving, while Jer stood there wondering when the hell he had become this shell of a being.
His wife was back and looked like shit. She had been unconscious for two whole weeks and when she had woken up, Jer hadn't been there by her side, and goodness was it haunting the man.
He wanted to have a perfect image of himself for Malika, regardless of what happened, and seeing her this tied, made him feel like he had failed. His agony was sincere, but if only it meant shit to the two women who were debating whether to keep making him appear crazy or not.
'Of course. I don't want to be stuck with him taking care of him when I could look at Elodie the whole day and just be happy,' Malika whined and Hawi snorted, making Jer turn to her. Hawi was visible to just Malika and Jer, which made it even more interesting.
"You really have a reputation of ruining people who love you, don't you alpha Jeremiah?" Hawi spitefully said to Jer who instinctively stood in front of Malika; as if that was supposed to protect the protector, from the woman she was meant to protect.
What kind of fuckery was this?
'Anything you want, Mistress. Even the cringy things just don't leave me with this man,' Malika pleaded in the mind link, and it took everything in Hawi for her not to burst out laughing.
'I have just the perfect solution for you. I will put Jer to eight hours of sleep, and in return, you and Elodie—' Hawi said as she made hand gestures of lips mating.
Malika knew this was coming, but she hadn't expected Hawi to bargain with this right now. It was crazy, but then she couldn't deny that she had been thinking of Elodie from the moment she had come to her mission in Sicario.
It was a given and Malika knew that somewhere in between, there was some sick loophole that allowed her to have a mate. Granted, if her mate and her Mistress were both in danger, she would always save her Mistress first, but that didn't matter right now.
'I told you you're one horny soul, Mistress,' Malika sighed.
'Girl, I'm not the one with sexual tension with Elodie. At least Ruru and I have tried to make contact, have you and Elodie tried that? Or you're so worried that she would kick your ass if you tried shit with her?
'Are you a coward, Malika?' Hawi taunted, knowing so well she was challenging the most powerful and the beast protector in all of history.
Perhaps when it came to matters of the heart, Malika was just another girl in love, or a woman who wished for things that she couldn't actualize no matter what happened.
'It's not sexual tension. It's just tension. I kicked her ass a few weeks ago, you know that too,' Malika defended and Hawi just stared at her, while Hawi made swings at Malika, so Jer would be the one defending her.
It was a circus on its own, but certainly one that Hawi didn't think she would get the answer from Malika that fast.
"Holy fuck," was all that Elodie could say, when she felt Malika's lips on hers, and the sparks of their very evident mate bond.
"What?" Jer asked and Hawi knocked him out making sure to erase the memory of everyone who had seen what just happened.