The Rejected Alpha's Vengeance

"It keeps growing!" Hawi complained for the hundredth time since they had started the project buzzcut.

She had been excited to see what she would look like with a new haircut, but then each attempt had either resulted in a broken scissor, or hair that wasn\'t getting cut. It was almost like something was stopping Hawi from shaving her hair.

She was so done with this right now.

"And how is it my fault!?" Malika asked as she looked at the puddle of hair they were currently sitting on.

They had agreed that they would sit on the ground while facing the mirror. Funny how they had done that just to get themselves more hair and have themselves covered in bloodied hair. This was insane and they were losing their minds.

However, deep down, Malika knew that the white wolves would never be able to shave their hair, no matter what age they were at.

In the past, Eniola had been able to cut Hawi\'s hair and let her live with it like that, because Eniola had begged Malika to slow the growth process. Eniola had wanted her daughter to lead a normal life.

She wanted her daughter to be able to choose what she wanted and it was safe to say that Hawi\'s hairstyles traumatized her entire family to the point that they literally pleaded with her not to touch a scissor again.

But then Hawi was Hawi, and she loved seeing their faces whenever she came home bald, and sometimes she came home with hair that looked like she had been swimming in a sea of pink.

"You tell me… if there was nothing in those old books that you lived through, that taught you how to cut hair?" Hawi asked as she turned on Malika accusingly as if this was truly Malika\'s fault.

"Girl… You didn\'t just… Oh, you\'re getting it from me you little shit," Malika said as she threw the broken scissors she was holding into the pile of scissors that they had conjured. They had probably used up all the scissors for the day in this mess.

"Oh, please. You are the one who doesn\'t know how to cut hair. Come, conjure another scissor, and let me show you how to do it! I\'m telling you, my mother trained me well for this! I even used to shave Dom\'s hair," Hawi bragged and Malika face-palmed.

They had been bickering for the past hour and frankly, it was even a miracle that no one in Sicario had noticed the odd sounds coming from Hawi\'s suite. Or maybe no one really came to this side anymore because they just didn\'t have anything to do here.

"You? Scissors? My hair? Keep dreaming, sweetheart," Malika said before she got up and put some distance between her and Hawi who was staring at her mischievously, as if Hawi knew something that she didn\'t.

"Don\'t tell me the mighty protector doesn\'t just know how to cut hair, but she is also scared of cutting her hair. Who the fuck even cuts your hair for you then?" Hawi asked and Malika kept moving away from Hawi.

She didn\'t trust this woman with her hair and she knew that Hawi would make fun of her no matter what happened. They were chaotic each day and this was just another day for them, at least at the expense of their sanity, right?

"We have a professional barber in Olyana, thank you very much," Malika said with a pout, and Hawi chuckled.

Malika was currently wielding her twin blades and pointing them at Hawi as if that were supposed to make Hawi scared of going to her. Hawi, on the other hand, had made a quick stop next to the bundle of hair that had come from her head.

She could see the pretty platinum color of her hair lying on the floor, so she picked a bundle and spread it on the floor, so she could slide on it towards Malika who was staring in disbelief.

"No way… That\'s awesome!" Malika said and this time, Hawi looked at her like she was the one who had gone bonkers. What did she mean by awesome? The mountain of hair or the scissors, or the blood in the room or the fact that they were insane?

"I\'m just saying the slide is going to be cool," Malika corrected and Hawi let out a laugh.

"Have you ever tried this before?" Hawi asked.

"Well, this may surprise you, but the other assignments were never your kind of insane, Hawi. They were what people considered normal and frankly, goddess rest their souls, but they were boring as hell.

"With you, rules don\'t mean shit and yet they mean something at the same time. You make things more fun even if you\'re hurting and trying to forget. You didn\'t let everything overwhelm you.

"It\'s admirable. Besides, you make protecting you more fun than just me standing behind you and yessing too everything you say," Malika said earnestly.

Hawi just stared at her softly.

They had been together for four years and Malika hadn\'t once abandoned her. Perhaps she was always, right? Well, that would have to take a break because right now, Malika was intent on defending her hair.

"Well, it\'s because you\'re fine to be around. You make my boring life worth living. Besides, we\'re a team and we can\'t function without each other. The least we can do is make this work for both of us," Hawi said as she stood on the hair she lay, ready to slide.

She looked determined, and anyone who could see them right now and even hear their conversation, would think that the both of them had gotten a little too unhinged and a little too far from what sanity was… but then the reality was what they made of it, right?

"Are you ready to protect your hair?" Hawi asked and Malika stared keenly.

She was looking at Hawi\'s leg placements and she raised the thought that she was about to be fouled. Well, she should have said something sooner, because by the time she spoke, Hawi was already on her way to her.

"Hawi wait," Malika cried as she tried to avoid Hawi and the huge hedge shear she was holding. What the fuck did this woman think she was having on her damn hair, huh? A garden??

"What is it now?" Hawi asked as she made a stop right on time before she could slice off a chunk of Malika\'s extremely long hair. If they were normal Malika would have had quite the long hair to compete in a damn hair record.

"Just wait—" Malika said and Hawi glared disapprovingly at her.

"I didn\'t just fucking slide and now I will have to line up more hair, and there\'s no damn blood to slide on—"

"We can always go back and cut Razia up for more blood," Malika said casually, like it wasn\'t the most unhinged decision they would ever make. Then again, the woman didn\'t mean shit to them and they could have as much fun as they could.

"You\'re stalling," Hawi said and Malika pointed her twin blades at Hawi who was holding the hedge shear on one hand, while she was resting the other hand on her waist like a disappointed gardener.

"Nope, I am not," Malika tried to argue before adding, "Do you think Ruru and Ella have already begun heading for Sicario?"

"Nice try," Hawi said as she slid Between Malika\'s legs and cut her hair, making Malika scream out in disbelief, leading to known knocks on the door of Hawi\'s suite.