[HAWI]
"I warned you not to touch what's mine, and you did. So here we are, Jeremiah Warner," Rukiya said, as she got closer.
Behind her were Adolf and Mbali, casually watching the mess unfold.
Malika had left and would be back soon, given she needed to find a way to play victim and be the stupid Alpha's wife again. It was not the best of shows, but she would be happiest when the Alpha went bonkers.
It was a common goal and she would do whatever it took to see to it.
"What the fuck are you even talking about, Rukiya? Why the fuck would I touch what's yours and what the fuck is yours that I touched?" Jer asked like the Greyson Alpha was incredulous at the moment.
Maybe everyone in this realm has gotten a little crazy over the past few years, yeah?
"The Sicario family, Jeremiah," Rukiya said and Jer choked on nothing, while everyone else let out gasps, including Hawi. None of them had ever thought Rukiya would lay claim like this, but they seemed to be forgetting just how dominant Rukiya Greyson was.
"I'm sorry, the WHAT??"
"The Sicario family. Is that too much for you to comprehend? Alright, I'll break it down for your little witty head to understand, no?" Rukiya said and Adolf began coughing a little too hard, but Rukiya wasn't going to stop this time.
She knew Hawi, and she knew it was either Ruru who spoke or Hawi did, and if Hawi did speak, many hearts would be broken and lives would be reduced to an insurmountable nothingness. It just couldn't be done, not like this.
"Alpha, I'm not feeling too well," Adolf said and Rukiya looked at him, then at Mbali. She knew this was just a ploy, but then it wasn't like she was about to blow the roof on anyone.
With Hawi, Jer never needed to work. She always did the heavy lifting and shared the credits with him because she didn't want him to be a useless fuck among their people, but this time, it was like she had changed her mind about it.
Perhaps that should have scared Jer, given how powerful the woman had gotten and the king of the army she commanded, but instead, he just laughed at her.. Literally like it was the dumbest thing he had ever heard from anyone.
Threatening Sicario was crazy of Hawi, but then that would have been so, if the woman threatening Sicario didn't know the ins and outs of the pack that was once hers, one she had come to flatten without remorse.
"So, your little feelings were hurt when daddy abandoned you and banished you, then your brother died, or natural causes, your father committed suicide and the only thing you come back with is retribution for the most useless house in the pack?
"You must be unhinged, Awuor. You really must be unhinged, coming here with this army thinking we wouldn't fight back," Jer said as he laughed at Hawi, making sure to walk towards the woman who was just staring at him with a blank face as usual.
Hawi's demeanor was terrifying, but her seemed to have gotten used to that demeanor because now that he knew why she was here, he seemed to have gotten his confidence back.
It was insane to some extent but it was the kind that gave him the chills he would never admit to. He was losing his mind, but here, standing with Hawi, he would try to assert dominance.
Maybe he would be able to get the most powerful woman on earth to submit, right?
"For someone who murdered her mother, you have some guts coming here with an army of savages to help you out. Tell me something, sweetheart, didn't you get enough love from the rogues out there for you to make a home with them–
"Or did they abandon you because you're as crazy as everyone knows? Perhaps they didn't want to hear you crying and begging for attention in the night for dreams that were probably not even dreams, right?" Jer taunted.
He looked at Hawi like he was trying to gauge what it could have been that had gotten her the support of the entire Greyson army, an army he had never been able to get to come to even the celebrations of Sicario.
It was insane and a truth that was driving Jer crazy. He couldn't think of the possibilities and standing next to this white-haired woman, all he could think of was that he would always lose.