Untouchable by Marii Solaria

Chapter 37 – The Nightmare

“You think that I can’t see right through your eyes. Scared to death to face reality. No one seems to hear your hidden cries. You’re left to face yourself alone.” – Evanescence, Where Will You Go

Neron

“Why is it so cold?

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Heavy rain cascades down my face, drenching my body from head to toe. My clothes cling onto my flesh like a second skin with the thieving icy wind zapping the warmth from my body. Goosebumps littered my once glistening tan skin, my hands not generating warmth when I rubbed them together. Desperately.

Everywhere I looked, everywhere I turned, I saw nothing but grey. Thunder roared above like a lion announcing its claim to the crown, shaking the foundation underneath my feet. The pitter–patter of the fallen water echoed through the air, blocking out any secondary noise that didn’t get the chance to be heard.

Why am I here?

I tried to speak, but my l*ps couldn’t move as if they’re cemented together. With every grunt I made to pry open my l*ps, the effort is futile. Someone must have cast a spell to prevent me from speaking. My frustration. grew. Why? What did I do to deserve my voice to be taken away? My body moves on its own accord, walking through the valley of grey with no sense of direction. Everything looks the same to me from all angles.

I could be walking around in circles, for all I knew.

But then I heard it. The only sound that pushed through the volume saturation of the rain, footsteps. The footsteps sounded meticulous, like someone taking great care to be certain that I could hear them. I followed. the echoing sound to see who else or what else is stuck in this void with me. All contact with people I knew was non–existent, my mind–links blocked by an impenetrable wall that proved too formidable for me.

I ran. I didn’t know how long I ran for. The lactic acid burned in my legs, demanding me to stop, but I disobeyed. I pushed through the pain, desperate to know who the mysterious footsteps belonged to. My desperation poked at my psyche, holding many questions and not enough answers. I needed those answers as to why I was trapped in this void in the first place.

“Why do you feel guilty, Neron? Since when does an Alpha like you feel guilty about anything?”

I skidded to a stop. That voice…

makes you think you can make

questioning my feelings and drive. The voice chilled me, but it also planted a deep

it means to

“Halima?”

time you called me by my

commanding the pathway of rain to clear.

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various stages of healing, proudly showing themselves off to their creator. Her matted hair heavily weighted down with water clung onto

the power to slaughter me. The brown in

Sadness.

Hatred.

Vengeance.

Pain.

its depths. Tentacles of our broken bond coiled around my neck, choking me with the anger to rival the God of War. I

I choked out.

erase what

no excuse for what I did to you. Y–You’re right. I hurt

know-”

knew.” She interrupted, her dark eyes growing darker than humanly possible. “You didn’t care. The word of a slave was nothing to the word of the Alpha. You assigned me the guilt before you gave me the chance to speak! You see these bruises?” She raised her arms, turning them as more colored her skin. “They are an accumulation of the years you battered me. Used me as your punching

Neron. Always have been, even when we were kids. Only this time, my body was your canvas and these bruises are

blood gushed out like a raging river. Chunks of her flesh fell to the darkened ground, splattering in a sick heap of red. Her eyes, surrounded with dark bruises, glare at me once again, freezing me in my spot. “Blue, black, yellow, and green. The colors of the Alpha’s rage. But let’s not forget the red. The endless blood I shed under you and your family. The blood I shed didn’t compare to the lives of your mother and sister, did it? No, I needed to shed more to compensate for their blood sinking into nature’s soils. An eye for an eye, you’d like to say.

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my frozen body; chilly fingers caressed my ch*ek. The touch is empty of love and warmth. It was…nothing. Her expression held no emotion. Like I was looking into an immobile dp4:54 Only her eyes conveyed all the emotions she wanted me to feel. I wanted nothing more than to get on my knees and repent all the sins I’ve committed, to beg for her forgiveness. Our broken mate bond continued to choke me, reminding me of what I’ve done. I’ve broken the only person who could love me beyond life, all because I

with her blood and marred by her suffering. I caused

I dealt her with. The wind blew harsher as her fingers lingered on my ch*ek, the metallic scent of her free–flowing blood making my