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.

Odessa, her doe eyes filled with concern. “You’ve grown quiet. Are

today is, right?” She nodded. “I was just thinking about how much my mother would have loved to have

lady replied with a comforting smile. “I’m sure if she was 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 the crevices of my chest. “I’ll become your Luna, and all the

belonged to. My lady didn’t exactly have the most positive reputation amongst the pack, given

soft, and chaste. “Babe. I wouldn’t have it any other

my mind. That was our routine now whenever I made love to Odessa. He’d retreat but come back afterward to reprimand me when I finished. I never understood what his problem was with Odessa or her wolf, Ariel. “She’s not ours. You can continue to dance around the

you sure about that,

when it all comes back to bite you in the ass.” With that, Onyx retreated yet again. With a groan, I rolled out 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

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 to be Alpha again. I lost Mom

above my Pack Mark, sending shivers down my spine. “Raina and I will be busy all day getting ready for

chuckled, lifting one of her hands to my l*ps.

such a

“Guilty as charged.”

On a normal day, the packed kitchen was crowded with hungry werewolves drooling over the artistry the Omegas had come up with for the morning. They never cease to amaze me with both the amount of culinary knowledge

never went hungry. Excellent food plus full

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 seduced by a slab of bacon? I couldn’t help but

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 a

It pissed me off.

things to me, wonderful things, like igniting every nerve 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

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 in its hair were hanging on a thread of dear life and its pale brown skin was littered with bruises, welts, and cuts, aside