The Rejected Alpha's Vengeance

Chapter 249: Were You Only Imaginary

[HAWI]

Standing in her suite, Hawi was bombarded with memories she had held onto for years and years.

She had tried to let them go, but there was something about these particular memories, something about the beautiful moments turning so effortlessly into a pain she would live with for years.

Her memories had fucked her up more than once. They had reminded her of things she would never have again — things that were so close yet so far.

She would never be happier with her complete family again, which made Hawi want to make Razia feel everything she was feeling. This was worse than the times when she would get people to beat her up just for her to be in pain, and feel something, anything.

"Awuor! Mother is coming! Hidee!!!" Dom always told her whenever Dom got in trouble. It was a habit and their mother never really went after Dom because she knew that Hawi never said no to her brother.

They had been the perfect set of siblings and everything had come down on them. Looking at herself in the full-length mirror in her room, Hawi wondered if she had changed by much.

She wondered whether her people would recognize her if she took her throne and walked herself to the Sicario throne room. She wondered if it would make all the difference.

Hawi could see her eyes and how similar they had been to her mother's. She was hunted by those eyes and eight times like these, they reminded her that she had someone to remember.

Her mother always told her she had the temper of her father, while Dom was a daring kid because he had Hawi watching his back always.

They were happy then.

They had what people considered normal and yet in just four years everything had come down on the Sicario house.

"Mother..." Hawi whimpered as she looked at herself. She wasn't sure of what she was feeling anymore because her dark eyes had stayed and she could see the rage in them. Her hair was slowly turning into a mix of purple and red and frankly.

She wasn't sure what that meant and for the first time, she genuinely didn't want to know. She was already a scared kid, she didn't need to know just how many more levels of fucked up she was.

So today she would pretend.

In the times she was silent, she was always thinking of how to do shit elsewhere. It was like Malika was just some machine for Hawi and while Hawi wasn't making her do any work, Malika knew it was something that she had to do on her own.

If anything, Hawi was just her assignment. Her craziest in history, but still, an assignment she had grown to love and genuinely care about. Oftentimes Malika reminded himself that Hawi was not like the other white wolves.

She wasn't, and Malika knew it.

This girl could do whatever she set her mind to do, even if it meant pissing off the deities and everyone else.

Hawi had nothing left to lose.

"I'm thinking of getting a buzz cut," Hawi said and Malika stared at the woman like she was insane.

However, as if to encourage Hawi, Malika grabbed a scissor from the drawer and handed them over to Hawi. She knew that this was a weird way for the young wolf to cope, but then what else could Hawi do?

It wasn't like she was always going to lock herself up in this suite and avoid everything. She had to put herself out there and not always because of war, but because away from everything she was just a girl, one who still wanted to watch the world unfold.

She was just a girl who wanted to get flowers and go on tours with her best friends. Sure, she was psycho, but even psychos needed a break from all the chaos, right?

"Want some help?" Malika offered and Hawi let out a lonely laugh as she stared at the scissors in Malika's hands.

Her mother always was the one who took care of her.

Her mother never made her feel like the world was a terrible place even though that was the reality.

Her mother had always been a good person, and she cared, probably more than she should have.

And in the end, her mother had been betrayed.

"Yeah, sure. Where do you want me to sit?" Hawi asked softly even though it was like she was trapped in some memory again.