The Rejected Alpha's Vengeance

[SICARIO]

Drew should have expected that same question again, but it didn't make it any easier for him. So, he relayed the shit that had happened to Elodie one more time, while the woman stared at him like he was the spawn of Satan.

Maybe he was or maybe, he was just a man who had been out on a mission and didn't expect to be entangled in all of this. But then even as he relayed it to Elodie.

Again, the woman had a blank face, one that seemed to be judging him with every ounce of her being. She despised him, that was no secret but to do, and if she said it to him without expressing it like she always was doing at the moment.

There were days when all that Drew had wanted was to see Elodie again, but today, he wasn't so sure anymore. This kind of bullshit made him want to forget what it felt like to have the sun rise and set on the same day with him.

It wasn't healthy at all, but then it wasn't like he had found himself in the healthiest of the packs, right? There was trauma upon trauma in this one and regardless of how he chose to look at it, nothing was ever going to change.

"There, are you satisfied now?" Drew asked and Elodie still stared at him blankly.

She wasn't getting any emotional show, or maybe it was because she was still beating herself up for leaning on the nearest available shoulder for her when she saw Mbali's body.

Perhaps that was not what should have happened, but who was to tell what the fuck needed to happen in this space? Who was to explain to him the basics of humanity let alone the basics of the Savasci brains?

There was no real way of figuring them out and so he had to wait for whatever judgment Elodie Kane was about to pass on him.

Oh, how it was crazed.

"So Mbali was off the ship, or she was turned to glass?" Elodie asked after a long silence and Drew sighed dramatically. No matter what he did, this woman was always going to suspect him.

There was no denying that already. It didn't matter if he was here for the best of the best or if he was here as the captain. He was always going to be a sinner and the sooner he realized that the crazier his life would be.

It didn't matter how long he stayed here and tried to defend himself because the woman was slowly making up her mind and this captain was not a part of the manning deal she had apparently tried to make sense of anyway.

"Are you sure the woman you saw was Mbali?" Drew asked when he relayed that the back and forth wasn't getting them anywhere.

He wanted to rest and think of how to make his sailors feel at home or how to prepare them for their next exit seeing as they were clearly not wanted here in Sicario. But then was that ever really going to happen now that Mbali had apparently turned up dead?

Oh, but Drew could only imagine what his crew was thinking of.

This right here was going to serve as a lesson for them never to accept just any call, but then there was no telling what the next owner would look like, so perhaps it was all just so unfair a treatment to generalize, right?

"Show me the body," Drew added when all he was met with the judging silence.

He was confused and wanted to know what was happening here because in the cellar they were just wolves who didn't have any magical abilities other than the regular abilities bestowed to any werewolf out there.

It didn't make sense for them to be under the lens this much, but maybe there was a better expectation for it, right?

Maybe somewhere along the way, there would be someone brave enough to tell him what he could understand without making him look like an idiot on steroids, right?

Oh, but they were wishes, mere wishes that probably didn't mean shit to the woman staring at him at the moment. But it all had to count for something, didn't it.

"No, I won't let you near her," Elodie said, the anger still evident in her voice. She didn't trust Drew enough to let him close to her friend and even more she knew Mbali hated having a stranger in her room.

If Mbali was simply unconscious like Elodie so desperately wanted to believe, then she would kill Drew when she woke up. As much as Elodie hated Drew with every fiber of her being, she wouldn't deny the sailors their captain.

That would be like taking the chicken from the mother hen, something that Sicario had sworn to never do, without even saying anything.

It was a silent promise, a promise that came after they had seen the amount of chaos they had been thrust into when He had lost eh family. They didn't want that much chaos in someone else's life.

Besides, Elodie had seen how much the sailors trusted Drew and it reminded her of who they turned Hair with all of them. It was like Hawi could say something that didn't sit right with them and they would trust her nonetheless because she always knew better.

She always never wanted to put them through pain as they had no reason whatsoever to distrust the one person who led them selflessly, however crazy she was. The same applied to Drew and his people.

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"What?" Drew asked, not understanding the woman anymore.

"Go again. I need to hear the details," Elodie insisted and Drew tried to protest only for Elodie to drink darkly at him as if to tell him that he didn't have much of an option at the moment.

"What the fuck do you mean, woman?" Drew insisted even though he thought it was pointless. He wouldn't be forced to this, but was there much of a choice for him at the moment when the sun was already down?

"I said, " I need to know what happened. So go again. Tell me what happened with my sister and the knights. Is that too hard for you to do or did you have shit in your ears?" Elodie asked boredly and Drew sighed.

Defeatedly, the captain recounted the events of the early morning as many times as he could. Each time, Elodie insisted that she needed more. It was like torture for Drew, but then he couldn't blame her.

He knew she just wanted to know why her friend was hurting and that was okay. Perhaps Drew was a little too unstable to understand the woman, but what else could he do if this was what penance looked like for him?

So he went, again, and again, and again, that he could almost know the words that would come out of his mouth next. He sounded like someone reciting a sonata, only that this was the kind that tortured him endlessly.

At the thirtieth recap, Drew was done trying to understand. Not even Awuor Hawi Sicario could be this cruel to him.n/ô/vel/b//in dot c//om

"I understand you, Elodie, I really do. But sweetheart, prison is a better place than what you are putting me through right now. Take me to the dungeons, it's a better place than all of this," Drew sighed.