Untouchable by Marii Solaria

Chapter 18 – The Confidants

“A person is, among all else, a material thing, easily torn and not eastly mended.“–Ian McEwan

Halima

The three of us entered the packhouse and I was greeted with a large foyer, glistening under a diamond- studded chandelier. Three sets of stairs lead to the second floor and beyond, lined with red velvet. The plethora of glossy white and tan–trimmed doors lead to distinct places in the packhouse, but only one led to the kitchen. The scent of mouthwatering food made me drool but soon disappointed given my current predicament called the tube.

“The second and third–floor houses pack members who either have roles in the packhouse like the Omegas, warriors, and Deltas. The top floor has the rooms of the Alpha and Luna, Beta and Beta Female, Gamma and Gamma Female, and their families. The Omegas prepared a room for you on the third floor.” Dwayne explained.

I was in awe at the beauty and cleanliness of the foyer and how spacious it is. “So, exactly how big is the packhouse?”

“Big.” The twins say in unison.

They lead me to the third floor towards the middle of the hall where my room was supposed to be. Along the way, I pass by a beautiful, tall blond girl who’s busy texting on her phone. I couldn’t help but admire how beautiful her curly hair was. It was like liquid gold. Her scent of apples and cinnamon reminded me of the pies I wasn’t allowed to eat, making my stomach rumble. She looked behind briefly, but I quickly turned away.

“Here we are!” Jackie opened the door to my room, bowing dramatically as I entered. The room is, might I say,

very spacious. The room’s color scheme of browns, whites, and reds complimented each other nicely. It was equipped with all the essentials, a large bed, a drawer that doubled as a vanity table, two glossy white doors that led to what I assumed was the closet, table lamps, a desk with a chair, and there were a couple of plants

window

The colors ranged from bright pink to black, styles from nightgowns to two–piece pajama sets. Each had a string for size adjustment if needed. I walk to another white door, leading to an

bathtub was enormous enough to seat three people with three loofahs hanging from the detachable showerhead. The shelves were already stocked with shampoo bottles, soap bars, and body mists, and the sink had a cup full of toothbrushes along with a toothpaste dispenser. The toilet was impressive too, white, and pristine. My flip–flops ran into the neutral brown bathroom rugs, my toes

bathroom, Dwayne sat at the chair near the desk as Jackie hung up the clothes from

male twin asked me with a confident smile. “If you

room

have to do that.” I stuttered, taking a seat on the mattress, soaking in the foreign atmosphere of the spacious room and equally spacious bed. This room was fit for someone important, not a former slave. My hand ran through the

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18 – The

was your old

than half the size of this room,” I explained, gazing at the clean comers of the ceilings. “And it

feel the awkward tension growing in the air. I grab one of the smaller white pillows and hug it to my chest. It was soft and plush, like my old

told us a little about you and what you’ve gone through. I can’t imagine a pack

I offered a tiny smile to the twins; their green eyes were brewing in anger. “Please, don’t be mad. I’m just….happy that I’m out of

there.”

in my closet and took a seat next to me. “Whatever happened back at Zircon Moon, you

it wrong that I don’t believe that yet? I still think everything I went through is my fault. They have beaten it into me. What else could I do but believe what they say? The people who hurt me are in positions of power, ranked several times above me. What they said was the law and I am just a pathetic