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She contemplated leaving Jer here and taking over Sicario, but she wasn\'t ready for that responsibility, especially when her mistress was on a deadly mission, one that Malika was sure Hawi would do whatever it took to make sure she won.

It wasn\'t going to be easy for them both and Malika knew she had to make the tough call.

She was alone, without Hawi.

She was without anyone\'s support.

She couldn\'t rely on Elodie, because then it would seem like she was on good terms with the woman who was supposed to be against her.

She couldn\'t rely on Rukiya and Adolf, because that would prove that the relations between Sicario and Greyson were intact when they weren\'t.

Well, they were but with what had happened earlier, Malika knew it would be logical for Rukiya to start threatening to pull out of the treaties with Sicario.

If anything, Greyson was the strongest pack at the moment and they didn\'t need anyone, especially Sicario that was a mere shell of what it had always been.

\'What if I make the wrong decision?\' Malika asked herself as she paced around the room. She wanted to kill the man before her, but she was also smart enough to know that there was more to Dom\'s supposed death.

No one had seen Dom since the day he died.

If anything, only the warriors who had found him had declared him dead and spread the word to the warriors. They had shared images of what the beta looked like through their mindlinks and frankly, that had been a convincing one.

Malika had looked at them using Elodie\'s mind link, and if she didn\'t know better, they had to be fake. They just didn\'t make any sense. It was like a staged occurrence and she needed to get to the bottom of it all before her mistress was in danger.

Such was the life they were living.

\'She will understand. She always does,\' Malika said before making the decision that could have her friends staring at her like she had gone bonkers. Hell, she wasn\'t even sure if Hawi could approve of this.

But then Hawi had sent her here.

Hawi had trusted her to make the tough call and Hawi had trusted her with whatever the hell was happening.

She was Hawi\'s protector and her main focus was just Hawi.

\'Please forgive me, mistress,\' Malika said before she undid the spell she had cast on Jer and brought him back to his senses.

She did it in a discreet manner, that even he didn\'t know that he had been under a spell, because the first thing he did was to hug Malika so tight and kiss her cheeks. It was something that meek Malika had not experienced and Malika considered punching the man.

However, she had to remind herself that this was a mission and she had to do whatever was needed to get the job done, even if it meant dealing with Jer and his crazy ass.

"Sire?" Malika spoke meekly as she looked at her supposed husband who was holding her tight.

The urge to squeeze her so hard that his bones would break and reduce the man to a puddle of blood and bones was very intense, but once again, the white wolf\'s protector had to remind herself that she needed to find out what Hawi was up to.

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She didn\'t care that the damned pack needed her and that there was more to be done. All she wanted to know was where Hawi was. What Hawi was doing and how Hawi had been coping.

These were more important than what she was seeing and fuck everything else, Malika was sure she would ruin this man\'s face.

"Oh, baby. You\'re awake! I\'m so sorry for everything that happened to you. I\'m so very sorry," Jer said sincerely.

However, the sincerity in his voice made Malika want to melt his face and burn his trachea. She wasn\'t sure she could keep up with this act because this man right here was testing her patience in all the ways to hell.

She would ruin him and she would do it gleefully. But until then, she was a meek Malika.

Meek Malika was supposed to blush at anything Jer said.

Meek Malika was supposed to be weak and more than anything, meek Malika was supposed to be scared and submissive.

"Sire… You\'re hurting me," Malika said in a meek voice, making sure to add an ounce of fear to her tone. She knew it was pathetic, but what other option did she have?

"I\'m so sorry. I really am. Please forgive me," Jer said and it took everything in Malika not to smash his face on the wall and make pudding with his insides.

Perhaps she was this mad because she had felt Hawi\'s pain, right before the damned woman closed off their link as if to keep Malika on mission. Her mistress was in trouble and she was here playing catch with a man whose lungs could make good food for the dogs, oh Malika.

"I– We have visitors, sure. They are waiting for us out there. I came to find you, so please go before they think I\'m keeping you here," Malika said with a pout, as if she was suddenly mad at the man.

Of course, it was something that Jeremiah wouldn\'t ever understand, but then they didn\'t have the time to go through all that.

What Malika needed was for the bastard to get out there and make sure to put on whatever show, because if he didn\'t, then Malika would murder him right there and then and take matters into her own hands.

It wasn\'t that hard for her, especially with her patience dwindling. She would make this man pay for anything and everything that Hawi was going through. That much Malika was certain of.

"Please forgive your husband, my love. I won\'t do it again. I won\'t hurt you. As for Elodie, I will make sure she doesn\'t come close enough to hurt you again. I will protect you, always," Jer said as he pulled back from the hug and kissed Malika on the forehead.

Thankfully, kisses on the lips were something that he had promised to do only when they were fully mated. At least he was sensible enough, because if he took away the sweet taste of Elodie\'s lips off of Malika\'s lips then there was no telling what Malika would do.

She would probably go back and kiss Elodie out of anger and make the whole situation into some shitshow, that would drive her into jumping to the murdering bit of her mission a little too early.

Well as tempting as that was, they had things to do and a white wolf to seek.

"It\'s alright. It\'s not like I\'m that important anyway. Let\'s go to the funeral, I told them that you would lead it," Malika said dismissively and Jer felt a pang in his heart. He felt like he had hurt his woman like he needed to make up for it.

However, would there ever be a chance that Malika would look at Jer as a person other than a tool that she wanted to use to regain the Sicario power and give it to her mistress?

"I love you, Malika. So much."

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[A/N]

* Author dies of cringe and disgust.