The Rejected Alpha's Vengeance [GL]: C2-3

Chapter 2-3

[AWUOR]

"Justice for Luna Eniola!" The crowd joined in and Jer stopped trying to persuade Dom against it. Instead, he joined the chant of justice for the dead luna, the woman everyone had adored even the kids who knew nothing of life.

All this while, Awuor just stared at her people. She was thinking but nothing made any sense to her. She couldn't remember what had happened and how she had ended up killing her own mother. That was something she had never even given thought and now, it happened.

She knew the outcome and was done hoping for a better outcome. She was painfully aware of what was waiting for her, so it was pointless for her to hold on to hope. But did that warrant her crazy words later? Didn't she realize the implications of what she was doing?

'Forgive me, mother,' Awuor said to herself as she glared at the crowd before her, furiously rubbing off her tears. She knew they were thinking she was trying to buy their pity. But her mother had just died, apparently by her hands. She didn't need anyone's pity. She needed to get out of here.

If they were to kill her, she would accept it, but she was more than willing to do anything just to get away from their angry voices and glares. She couldn't take it anymore. So as the irrational girl she was at the moment, she spoke up.

"I killed her, so what will you do?" Awuor spoke up for the first time in the past three hours. She had been silent all that time, watching them call her names and treat her like shit.

In those three hours, she tried to think of what had happened but she couldn't remember anything. The last thing she remembered was that she had been at the gym, training for her next session with the Sicario warriors.

"The audacity!"

"Justice for Luna Eniola!"

The chants got even more aggressive and soon enough they started throwing things at the woman who had dared to say such a vile thing, she wasn't remorseful. She wasn't showing any signs of seeking forgiveness for what she had done and that clearly didn't sit well with the people of Sicario.

The alpha looked at his daughter, disappointment, and anger clouding his mind. How could his only daughter do that to him? How could she even think of killing her mother? That was the lowest of all lows and consequences be damned, the alpha had to do something.

"Silence!" Alpha Sicario growled at his people who responded with complete and utter silence. They were curious as to what the alpha would do, now that his daughter was being accused of murdering her own mother.

Alpha Sicario walked to the podium where his remorseless daughter was seated. She had maintained eye contact with him, even though that was considered unlawful and disrespectful. She didn't care, not here and certainly not this time. Besides, she was the reigning alpha, not him.

Looking at his people, the alpha wasn't sure he had the energy to stand here beside his daughter. She had taken away someone so important to him. She had denied him the chance to grow old and be happy with his mate.

His own daughter had forced him to be mateless without so much as an explanation. What was he supposed to do with her? Sicario was angry. If she was someone else, the alpha could have already had her beheaded, But this was his daughter.

The blood of his blood who had taken the love of his life.

Taking a deep frustrated sigh, the alpha began.

"My dear Awuor, I trusted you and you failed me. You stand accused of murdering your mother, luna, and my mate, Eniola Sicario. How do you plead?" Sicario asked. He knew he couldn't do anything unless he knew what his daughter was thinking.

If she pleaded not guilty, then he would keep her in the dungeons until she admitted to it. The stench of his mate's blood was evident on her body. She was covered in her mother's blood from her head to her toe.

It was pointless trying to deny it.

The alpha was just asking this, so the people would see that the alpha wasn't an emotional leader. He followed the law. But did he follow the law when he had already judged his daughter no matter what she would say today?

"I plead guilty, alpha," Awuor said in a bored and flat tone like all these people were just wasting her time.

The father and daughter held their stares together, one of them with eyes filled with pain, while the other, just had empty cold eyes. She didn't feel anything, or maybe she did but she didn't want to bother defending herself.

Awuor could see their faces and that was also how she knew that there would be no justice here. Her denying the murder would just result in her body being found somewhere in the bushes with a claim that she was attacked by rogues.

"Then in accordance with the justice laws of the werewolf kingdom, I, Alpha Sicario, banish you from our pack lands. You will not be stripped of your alpha title instead you will be the alpha of nothing. If you create a pack, we will kill all of them as retaliation for the murder of my luna and mate.

"Jer, your mate, will take over the throne since you were both already fully mated. If you are seen anywhere near the pack lands, the warriors have the authority to kill you on sight. So be warned, child.

"Leave this place this instant, and take nothing with you, except for the clothes on you and the crown on your head. May that be a reminder of what you did to your mother. The bloody crown," Sicario said while looking at his daughter.

Expectedly, the pack members were in complete silence.

What the alpha had just done was the worst that anyone could have done to any alpha or child. It was too cruel a punishment, but then she had taken away the one thing that could have kept Sicario peaceful. So now she had to pay the price.

"I accept," Awuor said, her head held high, once again, shocking the people of Sicario. She had stopped shedding tears and her eyes were still empty, besides she already knew the tradition was waiting for her.

So when her father finished stating her punishment, Alpha Awuor headed towards the clog of penance.

It was the one passage to the outside of Sicario, for the people who were banished. She would be walking on fire on her way out of the home that bore her and one she had loved for years. This was her damning sentence, and she had accepted her fate.

"Awuor," Jer called onto his mate. Once again, his voice was concerned but his eyes were full of joy for some reason. It was like he was glad she was going away. Awuor already knew that her mate was power-hungry and this was his perfect opportunity.

Sure, she was being sent out on murder charges, and her mate was weirdly happy, but a part of her was painfully aware that her mate would never do anything to harm her.

He had truly loved her, but he loved power more.

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[AWUOR]

The banished alpha didn't even bother to respond to her mate. What could she do anyway? Their hearts were both broken by something the alpha had done, so they would try and live with the consequences.

"I'll wait for you," Jer added to the theatrics and the pack members pitied him. He was, to them, an unfortunate man, mated to the one woman who had killed her own mother. They wanted to hug him and some did.

They consoled him, as his mate reached the clog of penance. They tried to make him feel better, but the only question that remained in the air was whether Jer was heartbroken for the sake of his mate, or if this was just one of the obstacles that fate had thankfully eliminated from his way.

The pack was quiet as Awuor walked away on the clog of penance. They watched her walk on the firestones like she was walking on a beautiful soft carpet. Her sandals were on both her hands and her bloodied crown was still on her head, sitting pretty.

Her tattered clothes were still bloodied and as she walked on the Firestones, some part of the fabric caught fire, but she just walked on right ahead, without even taking one last glance at what she was born into and had grown up in.

When she reached the end, she kept walking away while her people watched in wonder.

They had expected her to turn back and give them a last look, but the woman didn't. She didn't even bother saying anything, maybe because she knew they had made up their minds.

'Stay safe, my love,' Jer said to Awuor in the mind link they shared. He wanted to trust her, but he couldn't. Not with the pile of evidence on her. He didn't want to break his own heart. And once again, his mate didn't utter a word. Instead, she shut her mind links.

All of them.

The links that bound her to her mate, her family and her people. She blocked them all. If they wanted her to be the alpha of nothing, then she didn't want to hear their voices or cries or whatever they had in mind.

They had judged her without giving her a chance to explain herself. They had forced her away when there was a chance that she wasn't even the real culprit. But she was done fighting them. She was only thankful that she was an alpha wolf, because that meant she could handle herself.

However, how long would she be able to take care of herself before the world came crashing down on her?

How long before the loneliness broke her, and how long would she have to wait to redeem herself?

"Goodbye, Sicario," Awuor said as she crossed the last of boundaries that linked her with home. She walked a few miles in the thick forest before she came to a stop.

The rejected alpha sniffed around the place she was, in a bid to make sure that no one was around her. She wanted to break down, but she couldn't afford to have someone looking at her. She didn't want anyone's pity.

She didn't want to look weak, besides, she had managed to walk from home and on the firestones without flinching. That shit hurt like a bitch, but Awuor had been determined to prove to them that she didn't feel anything. It was the only way she knew of.

She knew if they thought of her as weak, they would trample on her even more.

When she was done sniffing, she could finally relax, because there was no other scent other than hers. The lonely alpha who had no one and nothing. The girl who was tasked with everything but with zero resources.

She hated what had happened to her and wanted to go back and tell them she hadn't done anything to her mother. However here and now, alone and without any source of support, the rejected alpha could finally breathe and be herself.

She finally let her tears flow, and let herself feel the pain. She remembered her mother's neck which had been brutally ripped. She remembered her claws retracting, right at the time that her brother and mate walked it on her.

It was all too quick to be a coincidence, but she couldn't even defend herself. Their faces haunted her. The disappointment, the disbelief, and the shock that she had gotten into from what had happened.

She couldn't recall anything after the gym, but she knew that she hadn't been the one to murder her mother. She loved the woman so much that sometimes, she thought it would have been better if her mother was her soulmate. Granted it was impossible, but she loved her so much.

Awuor thought of the disdain on her father's face, the raw pain, and clear disappointment. Her father had never once looked at her like he had today, and that too with the whole of the Sicario pack watching.

It was all so new for her.

The rejected alpha let herself mourn her people, her mother, and the loss of the bonds that were meant to keep her sane. She mourned her situation and more than anything, she wished she could go back in time and see for herself what had happened.

"Ouch," she let out when she tried to get the rocks from under her feet. She had blisters that looked so ugly. They were probably infected, thanks to her bravery earlier.

She should have put on her sandals the moment she walked out of Sicario, but her hard-headed nature got her thinking that they would still be watching her. She wanted to prove to them that she was brave enough and now her legs hurt so bad.

"So much for being brave, aah!" Awuor cried out in pain when she removed the stones from her legs. She had to have been crazy for what she had done, and weirdly enough, she already knew it.

Slowly she nursed her legs, even though she had torn her clothes and bandaged her feet. It was a rough setup, but that would help her while she waited for her werewolf abilities to kick in.

Meanwhile, she needed to rest. Her head was throbbing so bad she felt like her brains would pop out any moment, not to mention, she could feel herself come down with a fever.

"Great, just perfect timing to be a reject and a pained one. Dammit," Awuor cursed herself as he tried to force her eyes closed. She wasn't worried about anyone finding her here. The forest was meant for the Republic, so there was a chance that the rogues would be the first ones to find her.

The ferals were dangerous, but she wasn't worried about them. She just needed some damned rest before she picked herself up and decided on what she would do with the rest of her rejected life.

After struggling for a few hours, she finally began to get some rest, but annoyingly, there were birds and animals of the night that wouldn't let her be. They were too noisy and she hated it. She was tempted to get up and beat them up, but it was her who was intruding in their space.

"If only I hadn't apparently killed my mother, I'd be in my bed right now, damn," Awuor sighed defeatedly as she stared at the moon. Night had already kicked in and it seemed like the moon was so determined to shine on her face.

Was she really not going to have even an hour's peace here?