Mated to A Rival Alpha-Chapter 377: Epilogue: The Rejected Alpha’s Vengeance

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Title: [The Rejected Alpha’s Vengeance]

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[WARNING: MATURE CONTENT 21+ // Watch Me Burn Them For You]

"And if someday you see me, remember to forget my name, or karma will bow."

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For Awuor’s power, her people had done the unthinkable, in the history of werewolves.

Her beta and brother, Dom, murdered their mother, the Sicario luna and blamed it on Awuor. In his grief, her father didn’t bother to try and find out the truth, instead, for murdering her mother, he gave his daughter the worst punishment any alpha could ever get.

He banished her from home, but Awuor’s wasn’t the usual banishment. Her father neither stripped her of the alpha title, nor did he make her a rogue. Instead, Alpha Sicario forced Awuor to be an exiled alpha, a woman so powerful, but with no one to rule over.

Her mate, Jer, a power-hungry bastard, stepped up to rule the Sicario pack, since Awuor, the reigning alpha, was away, and Jer never once sought her out. Just like everyone else, he had betrayed her when he claimed a different woman, without rejecting Awuor.

As the gates of Sicario closed on her, as her people watched her in disgust and disappointment, the daughter of Sicario had just one thought.

A PROMISE of destruction & vengeance; she would ruin them all.

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Chapter 1: The Bloody Crown

[AWUOR]

"Murderer!"

"She doesn’t deserve to live among us!"

In a land that boasted of peace in the werewolf kingdom, betrayal and anger had finally made an appearance and from the look of things, they weren’t both going to go away anytime soon, thanks to the woman who had brought them to this very point in their lives.

"Make her leave!"

"Banish her"

"Send her away!"

These were the angry and disappointed chants by the Sicario pack members. They were currently at the pack square, the place that they always loved and sang praises in. They had loved this place over the years and it was a pity that today, they weren’t happy about being here.

"We want her to pay the price!"

"We demand justice!"

The chants continued angrily. There was so much pain in their voices that anyone who was listening could just tell how heartbroken they all were. Maybe it was because of the woman they wanted to banish, or maybe it was because of the person they had just lost so suddenly.

Whoever it was who they were against, she had to have done something that was unforgivable, because why would someone be banished from her home? They called her a murderer and they wanted her gone.

However, who was she, and what in the goddess’s beautiful world did she do for them to want her gone so bad?

From the chants, it seemed like she had killed one of them, someone they all valued for them to come together like this.

In a pack that was known as the best in the werewolf kingdom, it just didn’t make any sense for one of them to be a murderer. Surely there had to be a mistake, right?

"Murderers are not allowed in our home!"

The Sicario wolves were not going to relent this time. They were furious with the woman they were against and it was like they didn’t want anything to do with her.

The woman in question was just seated there in shock, silent tears flowing down her cheeks. She had a golden crown on her head and was covered in regal clothing. Her feet were in golden sandals, though as the chant continued, she had removed them and set them aside.

Her feet were bleeding, probably from the amount of walking she had done. Her regal clothing was tattered and there were blood patches on them. Her lips were dry and her shaky hands, they were covered in fresh blood.

’Dammit’ was all the woman could think of as she saw them all. The wolves were fighting back the scent of the blood the woman was covered in and tried to focus on their anger at this woman.

As she sat there she just looked at them, her head held high, almost like she didn’t regret what she had done. Her lack of remorse made the people around her very angry, that if their alpha wasn’t there with them, they could have killed her too.

However, that was the least of her worries.

Her eyes scanned the crowd, before settling on one point of the crowd. The place where her family was standing. She could see her father, the former alpha, Sicario, her brother and beta, Dom, and her mate, Jer.

They were all looking at her with disappointment and worry. They had clearly not expected that there would come a day when one of their family members was being charged with murder.

The woman looked at them, hoping to the goddess that they could understand her cries for help and listen to her, but they were not willing to.

She knew that already, but she just wanted to try.

"Banish her!"

The chants continued getting louder and the crowd of werewolves was getting agitated.

Alpha Sicario looked at his daughter, Awuor, the one child he had thought would be the hope of their home. She had been a good alpha and had worked tirelessly to get their home to where it was. So how in all hell had she decided to commit murder?

That too, of Eniola, her own mother and the former Luna of the Sicario pack?

Sicario didn’t know what to think and frankly, he was too hurt to even make a decision. He looked at the crowd around them. He could feel their rage in the mind links.

Eniola Sicario was a good mother to her children and she was loved by everyone in the pack. She had the heart of gold and evidently, that had been passed to her daughter. The only difference was, Eniola was dead today, and Awuor was the suspect of her murder.

Could a child really murder her mother who had been nothing but loving and caring towards her? Did she have a reason to, or was she just psychotic? Then again, the woman had never once shown signs of being psychotic. That alone made this situation unnerving.

They didn’t know what was going on in Awuor’s head. Maybe she was truly a danger to them, and if that was so, they would make sure to rid themselves of her before she caused them trouble with other packs.

"You’re a murderer! You murdered our mother you ungrateful bastard!" An angrier voice was heard from the crowd and Awuor didn’t even flinch at it. She knew she was done for, and that nothing she said would vindicate her of the accusation.

For now, she just had to hope that life was really on her side, and that they didn’t banish her, but would it turn out that way? Being a rogue in the wolf-lands was something that was frowned upon. The rogues were considered ferals and would be murdered on sight.

Her people were about to subject her to the life of a feral. it would be the perfect de-ranking ceremony for her, the woman accused of her mother’s murder.

"Dom, wait," Jer said to his brother-in-law and the beta. He didn’t want to believe that his mate had killed her own mother, but there was damning evidence.

She had been found holding a knife over her mother, not to mention that they had found her retracting her claws that were covered in blood. Her mother could have survived the knife stab, but the harsh claw on her neck had ripped out her throat and she had lost a lot of blood. She didn’t stand a chance.

"Your mate killed my mother and the luna of the pack and you want me to wait? Wait for what, Jer? You tell me, what do you want me to wait for then?" Dom asked angrily as he glared daggers at his sister. He had never expected that she would do such a vile thing to their mother of all the people.

"Take it easy on her," Jer said and Awuor lifted her head at her mate’s voice.

His words were kind, but his tone was telling something else. Something that only she could see through even with all these people here. She hated that tone and he knew it, but this was the tone she knew he had been waiting to use on her. Did she have another choice anyway?

"Justice for Luna Eniola!" Dom began and the other wolves joined the chant. They were angry at Awuor for what she had done and they weren’t about to forgive.

[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.