Chapter 122: The Fault In The Stars

[SICARIO]

"You can do this," Malika whispered as she stared at her, who was unconscious on the bed.

She contemplated leaving Jer here and taking over Sicario, but she wasn't ready for that responsibility, especially when her mistress was on a deadly mission, one that Malika was sure Hawi would do whatever it took to make sure she won.

It wasn't going to be easy for them both and Malika knew she had to make the tough call.

She was alone, without Hawi.

She was without anyone's support.

She couldn't rely on Elodie, because then it would seem like she was on good terms with the woman who was supposed to be against her.

She couldn't rely on Rukiya and Adolf, because that would prove that the relations between Sicario and Greyson were intact when they weren't.

Well, they were but with what had happened earlier, Malika knew it would be logical for Rukiya to start threatening to pull out of the treaties with Sicario.

If anything, Greyson was the strongest pack at the moment and they didn't need anyone, especially Sicario that was a mere shell of what it had always been.

'What if I make the wrong decision?' Malika asked herself as she paced around the room. She wanted to kill the man before her, but she was also smart enough to know that there was more to Dom's supposed death.

No one had seen Dom since the day he died.

If anything, only the warriors who had found him had declared him dead and spread the word to the warriors. They had shared images of what the beta looked like through their mindlinks and frankly, that had been a convincing one.

Malika had looked at them using Elodie's mind link, and if she didn't know better, they had to be fake. They just didn't make any sense. It was like a staged occurrence and she needed to get to the bottom of it all before her mistress was in danger.

Such was the life they were living.

'She will understand. She always does,' Malika said before making the decision that could have her friends staring at her like she had gone bonkers. Hell, she wasn't even sure if Hawi could approve of this.

"I'm so sorry. I really am. Please forgive me," Jer said and it took everything in Malika not to smash his face on the wall and make pudding with his insides.

Perhaps she was this mad because she had felt Hawi's pain, right before the damned woman closed off their link as if to keep Malika on mission. Her mistress was in trouble and she was here playing catch with a man whose lungs could make good food for the dogs, oh Malika.

"I– We have visitors, sure. They are waiting for us out there. I came to find you, so please go before they think I'm keeping you here," Malika said with a pout, as if she was suddenly mad at the man.

Of course, it was something that Jeremiah wouldn't ever understand, but then they didn't have the time to go through all that.

What Malika needed was for the bastard to get out there and make sure to put on whatever show, because if he didn't, then Malika would murder him right there and then and take matters into her own hands.

It wasn't that hard for her, especially with her patience dwindling. She would make this man pay for anything and everything that Hawi was going through. That much Malika was certain of.

"Please forgive your husband, my love. I won't do it again. I won't hurt you. As for Elodie, I will make sure she doesn't come close enough to hurt you again. I will protect you, always," Jer said as he pulled back from the hug and kissed Malika on the forehead.

Thankfully, kisses on the lips were something that he had promised to do only when they were fully mated. At least he was sensible enough, because if he took away the sweet taste of Elodie's lips off of Malika's lips then there was no telling what Malika would do.

She would probably go back and kiss Elodie out of anger and make the whole situation into some shitshow, that would drive her into jumping to the murdering bit of her mission a little too early.

Well as tempting as that was, they had things to do and a white wolf to seek.

"It's alright. It's not like I'm that important anyway. Let's go to the funeral, I told them that you would lead it," Malika said dismissively and Jer felt a pang in his heart. He felt like he had hurt his woman like he needed to make up for it.

However, would there ever be a chance that Malika would look at Jer as a person other than a tool that she wanted to use to regain the Sicario power and give it to her mistress?

"I love you, Malika. So much."

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[A/N]

* Author dies of cringe and disgust.