Untouchable by Marii Solaria

“There is something about losing a mother that is permanent and inexpressible—a wound that will never quite heal.” – Susan Wiggs

Neron

“I love you, Neron.”

“And I love you, my darling,” I whispered into Odessa’s ear, thrusting deep into her again and again. Such a little tease she was; grinding on me this earlier in the morning, getting me all worked up. Her sweet moans and shouts of praise added fuel to my fire. My fists balled up the bedsheets. Passion and heat rocketed through every synapse in my body. With her warmth encompassing my cock, I was nearing my release. Fire swelled in my core, striking deep in my groin. Growling, I laid my claim on her in my last thrusts. My love’s beautiful amber eyes rolled to the back of her head, apparent to her near release. Her sharp nails pierced my back, scraping down my n*ked flesh as her face contorted into my favorite expression.

The face of pure ecstasy.

Goddess, she was so breathtaking. From the hairs on her head to her cute toes, her beauty and amazing body were all mine.

It wasn’t long till we both reached our climax, slowly riding out the highs of our desire until we collapsed on my bed. The sun had barely peeked its blinding rays through my curtains, marking the start of another day. I pulled the exhausted Odessa into my arms, pressing her body flush against mine as her auburn tresses tickled my flesh. Catching my breath, my ears picked up slight movements around the pack house, telling me my members were awake.

I snorted to myself, wondering if anyone had heard us in our throes of passion. Werewolf ears could pick up anything.

Today was the day of my passage of the Alpha ceremony. I would finally become Alpha of the Zircon Moon Pack. It was high time my father retired from his position and lived the rest of his days in peace. It was a real shame my mother wasn’t here to help with the transition. Throughout generations, the Luna had been present at the sacred ceremony. This was the first time we wouldn’t have our Luna with us. She always knew how to soothe my father and me. Tranquility was embedded in her aura. My heart ached at the final, happy memories of my late mother, her gracious smile, and her words of pure love.

I wished she was here to see me take the mantle she raised me for. She and Nuria.

darted from the ceiling to Odessa, her doe

“I was just thinking about how much my mother would have loved to have been here. Knowing her, she’d be ordering our sorry hinds

still here, she would be the first person to cheer you on. You know this. And once you become Alpha…” Her feather-like fingers drew circles on

one of futility. Deep down, I knew Odessa couldn’t be my true Luna. She was not my true mate, for that was whom the Luna title rightfully belonged to. My lady didn’t exactly have the most positive reputation amongst the pack, given her occasional petty attitude and haughty behavior, but I didn’t care. She had been with me through thick and thin, and I held a lot of love for her. So, what if she didn’t enjoy training or getting her hands di*ty? She was more than

her forehead, soft, and chaste. “Babe.

come back afterward to reprimand me when I finished. I never understood what his problem was with Odessa or her wolf, Ariel.

you sure about

of bed to get ready for the day, reluctantly leaving Odessa’s warmth. I needed to discuss the final event details with my father and get my suit pressed. Humming, I thought back to what my wolf had told me. Would he wait forever for some random girl instead of recognizing that we have an excellent woman right next

to have a true mate. If my mate ever died, whoever she was, I didn’t want to fall in that same pit of darkness my father had. Watching him fall was hard but getting him out of that pit was even harder. I felt like Sisyphus, moving the boulder up the mountain, but having it roll down on me every time I neared the top. Alcoholism and depression were brutal on his brain and his body. Beta Steven had to take over his duties for a good six months before Dad was well enough

planted itself above my Pack Mark, sending shivers down my spine. “Raina and I will be busy all day

one of her hands to my l*ps. “No

such a sly

“Guilty as charged.”

day. The delicious scent of breakfast rises in the air, coaxing me towards the kitchen. On a normal day, the packed kitchen was crowded with hungry werewolves drooling over the artistry the Omegas had come up with

went hungry. Excellent food plus full bellies equaled

emerged and howled at me for the sustenance, annoying the hell out of me. I rolled my eyes. He had the energy to chastise me for having s*x with Odessa, and yet, was easily

nose, it soured my morning. A blended scent of fresh strawberries, honey, and vanilla. A scent that reminded me of the tropics. It wasn’t even

It pissed me off.

in my body with a pleasant heat. It dripped to my core, awakening my desires like it was a match to gasoline. The sweetest scent I’d ever smelled belonged to the worthless cur polishing the marble floors of the assembly hall, looking close to collapsing on the job when I peeked through the glass on the

raggedy gray cloth one would call a dress, it was easy to tell just how malnourished it was. Its bones were prominent in many places and had little to no fat in areas a lady should have. I wouldn’t even call it a lady at this point. The curls