The Rejected Alpha's Vengeance

[GREYSON - HUDHAYFAH]

"You are a Russell warlock, child. Of course, your magic would have to bring back the energy you used to birth the white wolf's mate," Hudhayfah said and Razia stared at him blankly like she couldn't believe all of this was happening to her.

"You knew."

"Of course, I did, as the high warlock and whaler of Greyson," Hudhayfah said as he sat next to Raiza's bed. He could see how conflicted Razia was, and he knew it was because she wasn't ready to lose her child.

Hudhayfah wanted to say something, anything, but even he knew that the fates couldn't be changed. The destinies had already made their choice and regardless of what they chose, nothing would ever steer off the path that had been forged long before they were born.

"Now what? Are you going to tell Draffin about it?" Razia asked.

Hudhayfah chuckled. She was so pissed that hearing Hudhayfah's chuckle felt like he was mocking her. But then there wasn't a thing she could do because this man was more powerful than her.

He had a lot of magic and he had experience, not to mention he had the books of spells in his head, from practicing magic for several years. Perhaps he would help her find a way out of this, right?

"As long as you don't hurt your daughter, you and I won't have problems. Besides, there will come a time when you will have to tell Draffin about it. It is your choice, Razia. Do not force my hand, child, we both know that we have a role in fate's demands," Hudhayfah said.

Razia looked at the whaler and she felt like he had gut-punched her. But then again, his little treat could have worked if she was alone, there was a reason she and her brothers were called the shadow warlocks.

The shadow warlocks were the cruelest of warlocks and not even the protectors would ever be able to deal with them. Perhaps that's why they had grown stronger and more vile over the years.

They had committed a lot of crimes to the point that there are rumors that the existence of the shadow warlocks was the reason the moon goddess had created the white wolf, because only the white wolf would be able to eliminate the warlocks.

Together with her mate, the white wolf would restore the balance to the realm, a balance that had been upset by the damned Russels.

"You can leave now, Hudhayfah. Do whatever you want, but as long as I am the child's mother and as long as my magic runs through her veins, I will decide what biomes of my child.

"In refusing to let my daughter be a slave for that wolf," Razia said, making Hudhayfah let out a sigh. He had known that this wouldn't be best, but he sure hoped that the love Razia had for her daughter remained unchanged.

Besides, there was no telling whether the white wolf would be here sooner or later. Perhaps they had misinterpreted the books of the old, right? Oh, but if only it were so.

Hudhayfah knew there was a lot to be dealt with and hopefully, Razia didn't mess them up because then she would be collateral damage on the long preparation for the wolf that would save them all from extinction.

"Be well, Razia. Your child will need you as her mother," Hudhayfah said as he walked out, leaving a very frustrated young warlock in bed.

"Perhaps the oracles were wrong. It is impossible,' Razia sighed once Hudhayfah left.

For months since she had been let out of the hospital, Razia didn't look at her child. In fact, she hated the kid so much that every time the servants brought her child to her, she would scream at them to leave her alone and take the kid with them.

"Razia, she is our child… How can you not love the baby you loved when you brought her to life?" Draffin asked one evening when he was at dinner with his wife.

She had been avoiding him, but then he was the Alpha and she was his Luna.There were responsibilities that they both had to make sure were attended to because otherwise, Greyson would crash.

Besides the packs around them we're growing stronger, more specifically the Sicario pack. They needed to be at the top always but with Sicario fast-rising, Draffin knew he could either make an enemy of Sicario or he could ally with them.

It wasn't that hard, but then with his wife acting like a cavewoman, there was no telling what else he could expect from his wife. But then, Draffin was understanding of his wife. He had learned and knew that postpartum depression was a thing.

"Is that what you want to talk about right now? I am hungry and I am eager to attend. If you don't want to eat, you can leave the table," Razia said begrudgingly and her dad just stared at her sadly.

He loved her.

Razia was his lifeline and he couldn't understand why this was happening to them. The woman he had loved was good, but then the woman before him was different, she looked like she could do anything and everything, except attend to their daughter.

"You never gave her a name, my love. I understand the depression is hitting you, but we cannot continue like this. I promised you that you would be the one to name her.

"At least let me know what to tell the world when her first birthday comes up, since it's in a few weeks," Draffin said and Razia felt her breath hitch. She had been out of touch with reality for almost a year.

She wondered what her baby looked like, and what the world referred to her as. Of course, most just called her young Greyson, because she was the Alpha's daughter. But even the girl wished to know what her name was.

The only problem was that her mother wasn't ready to see her.

"What? A year?" Razia asked, like she heard it wrong.

The kid couldn't have grown that fast, right? It would be harder for her to kill her father after that long, and the fact that her brothers didn't know that their niece was going to be their doom wasn't even helping.

"Yes, my Razia. It has been almost a year since you gave Greyson the prettiest heir to exist. But she cannot remain nameless and you know it too. Our daughter is destined for great things, seeing as she has already started her blade work," Draffin said and Razia choked on air.

Perhaps her husband was being delusional, right? There was no way a baby that wasn't even a year old was able to do blade work, much less even hold a blade, and why the fuck were they giving her daughter a blade in the first place?

"Why the fuck is my daughter having a blade, Draffin?" Razia asked angrily as she stared at her husband coldly. Surely this man was not being serious at the moment, no?

"Well, I don't know what else to do. You're her mother, you won't see her. So, I took her with me to training. She is a Greyson, she can live without her innocence, Razia."