[HAWI]
"You sure have a mouth on you, Warner," Rukiya said in warning, but Jer ignored her. His main focus was Hawi and he was determined to bring down the woman's walls.
Perhaps he was thinking that Hawi would come back to him, and beg him to help save Sicario, or maybe he was hoping that he could give Hawi the impossible answers and make the Alpha forget what had happened.
Perhaps he was crazy for this, but he was an Alpha at war against the most wonderful woman. He had to try, right? No matter how low he went, yeah?
"Oh, Awuor, Awuor, Awuor. Perhaps you came here because your conscience is eating at you for being the most useless Alpha that Sicario ever was, right?
"Did it ever occur to you that your father, rest his suicidal soul, made you Alpha because he wanted you to die in battle and for someone worthy to take up the Sicario throne? Did that ever cross your pretty little mind, or were you as dense as we who truly knew you, already knew?
"Come now, sweetheart, standing here with pride when you weren't even able to get people to love you and create a pack on your own. How pathetic you stand with your little friends," Jer tsked, like he was giving his valedictorian speech.
He was going to put an end to this and the Sicario wolves were listening to the whole conversation. They were curious to know Hawi's answer, but listening to Jer laughing at Hawi, they didn't know if this was right or wrong.
She had come to attack her own, but was it right for their Alpha to be doing this to her? What the hell is she supposed to do, instead of standing there, listening to Jeremiah like some pastor at a damning church?
"Careful, Jemiah. Your head is starting to look like a good trophy for the Sicario gates and bound by magic, hmm?" Mbali warmed and Jer just chuckled darkly. He wasn't even going to waste time explaining himself to them.
He had been there and wasn't in the mood for more threats. The only threat he had ever seen was Hawi, and right now, he was convinced that his little speeches were getting to humble her. He would shame her just enough for her to pack up and leave, right?
"Do your little friends know your psychotic tendencies that you couldn't control even before your parents and warriors? The little nightmares that got you up at night? Or the endless nights you couldn't sleep?
"I doubt she mentioned that the white wolf will be having a protector, or that her protector will without a doubt be your worst nightmare, huh?" Malika asked and he stared at her in shock.
There was just no way that this was possible.
There was just no way that everything he had heard about the rumors had been true. However here and now, he refused to take the blame for something that he could pull himself out of.
The only question being whether he would ever be able to survive Malika's torture methods. The universe was a lot of things but fair and that was something Malika had long learned.
Perhaps that was also why she was staring there with her clothes covered in blood and her previous attire, staring at her like this was the worst little shit she had ever seen. Of course she had distorted her voice and was using the usual protection voice that protectors were trained to use.
Protector Malika's scent was masked, not to mention the simple fact that everyone was unable to see her face, because according to the rules of the protector land, only those the protector wanted to see their face, while their protective mode, could be able to see the faces.
And right now, Jer was not on Malika's bingo card. She would ruin him without thinking twice and she would love every bit of it.
"Oh great, so the dumb bitch also has a protector to defend her. You really never get to fight your own battles, Awuor, do you? Or they are just scared you could lash out and the world would be at your feet on a puddle of blood, no?
"Maybe that is also why they are scared of looking you in the face because they worry you might be the worst thing they ever saw. What a pity," Jer mused.
One of the thorns pierced his hand through and through, as the size slowly increased, and the poison constantly made it seem like Jer was truly about to lose himself to all of this.
Malika didn't mind because this man had had his chance to apologize and instead he had been a bitch to the one woman she cared for.
"You sure are something. But let's play your game, right? The game of our weak loves, I hear you like attacking the weakness of my Mistress, so how about we try and see if your Luna can survive it?" Malika said casually.
Jer almost broke his neck at the mention of his lovely Luna. Oh, he was always going to be so whipped for his Malika badly.