Untouchable by Marii Solaria

Chapter 16

Chapter 16 – The Grief

“Each of us has his own rhythm of suffering“-Roland Barthes

Lyra came over and gently lifted my

Mer fingers wazed at my feeding tube as gentle as a feather, face

contorting into one of pain. “Did this hurt?”

I nodded. “Yeah. But, after a while, it isn’t so bad. Dr. Nava says I might have this in me for a while since I

can’t eat.”

“That must suck.” Jackie cringed, her hand on her forehead in her dramatics. “If I couldn’t have my supply of Lead Omega Cleo’s special buffalo wings, I’d wither away to nothing!”

“Didn’t you just have a plate full of wings last night?”

“Yes. It’s been forever!” She groaned,

Lyra chuckled to herself. “I can’t wait for you to find your mate. Having one might humble you.”

“Well, wherever she is, she’ll just have to deal with the fact that I’m a dramatic bit–err, gal.” I tick my head to the side, my eyes questioning her. “I’m a lesbian.”

“Ah.”

“If there was anyone you would want to have at your side, it’s Jacqueline,” Lyra explained to me. It fed Jackie’s ego because her smile grew wider if that was even possible. “In fact, once you’re well enough, she’ll give you a

tour of our land.”

“Please. You won’t admit that I’m the best tour guide ever. The kids love me!”

“Most of them do, anyway.” Lyra took my hands into hers. “Besides our resident energetic wolf-”

“I prefer, ‘resident weirdo.“”

her eyes playfully. “How are

“I mean, Nurse Mei, fed this morning, and it’s not so bad. At least the liquid food and water stayed in my stomach this time. But I’m still in pain.” My hand reached to the back of my head

you.

to me.

you too!” Jacqueline leaned

want to be touched, yet.

understanding, her smile reassuring. “I apologize for being too forward. I want you to be comfortable, so let

Lyra made me feel safe and secure, which was why I didn’t flinch away from her touches, Jackie had an overall amazing vibe

Chapter

My hund unconsciously went to my hair again and I cringed at th heavy matting

want me to help with thun

You want to

curls, they are a little doser than my tight ones. Type 4A hair from the looks of it. M mom, the Beta Female,

reassurance. The woman smiled, squeezing my shoulder to offer support. “Violet is

that.” Jacqueline bound her eyebrows mischievously and cackled, only to earn a smack on the back of the head from

come in with a bag full of sweet–smelling products and combs. Every product had scents ranging from tropical but to cherry candy. I had no one to touch my hair besides Nurse Mei, so I was incredibly nervous. But both Wales and Jacqueline made my experience comforting without effort. Detangling my hair was a challenging dear because my hair hadn’t had a decent wash

hair that had fallen

girl,” Violet spoke in awe, massaging cities into

asty whisper, memories of Raima, Odessa, and their friends running at me with sharp scissors attacking the forefront of my

your Mom stop them?” Jackie

abandoned me. I looked an my lap, allowing the mother- daughter duo to continue working on my hair in my silence. Jackle whispered

she gave me many waghught qui to my heart and chest. Deep underneath all the pain she caused; the memories of her loving touches did not fade. I still remember how tender she used to be, her sweet scent of jasmine and cherries, and her amilles thuil of

most because I no longer held love for my mother. It withered and died years

be. The inner child

wept for what my family used

tore my heart out and danced all over it. Raina was and always would be the most important person to them. They cultivated her to be the best Beta Female, while simultaneously tossing me into the hounds. They took the word of their tyrannical Alpha

of peaches invaded my nose. I wrapped my arms around Lyra with all the strength I could muster, silently begging to know why my family turned their backs on me. Her hands rubbed. smooth circles around my back, and soon, Violet and Jackie engulfed me in their arms. I was dead center in the middle of a group hug,

family festered in my heart, fueled by my sadness and anger. They taught me one thing;

blood hurts the most.

redressed my head wound with clean gauze, discarding the bloody one into a hazardous waste bin. Dr. Nava was inserting my lunch down the feeding tube along with water through a series of medical syringes. My stomach rose at the food, now a tiny inflated balloon. It was a

bit uncomfortable.

unexpected crying fit. “I’m sorry,

over me…

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