Untouchable by Marii Solaria

Chapter 41 – The Mystery

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“Have you ever met someone for the first time, but in your heart, you feel as if you’ve met them before?” -JoAnne

Kenrick

Kiya

I shook Kwame’s hands, smiling small as the recognition twinkled in his eyes. I sent a silent message through his eyes to not say anything before shaking his mate’s hands. Her smile made her adult face much brighter and cuter, sending my heart fluttering. Lorelai is so beautiful.

I notice Darien neglected to shake Odessa’s hand. Even Odessa looks uncomfortable in his presence.

“Let us take you to your rooms,” Neron announced as the pack parting to let us through. I didn’t miss the stares burning through the fabric of my shirt, undoubtedly from the Alpha and Beta Female. I ignored it and watched as Valerian guided us to our rooms, passing through the foyer.

My curious eyes noticed the subtle changes to the interior. We passed by the common room, noticeably bigger with young wolves playing Resident Evil 3 on the PlayStation 4. Cooked food wafted through the hallways and Omegas were dusting and cleaning. I smirked as I watched them do the work they forced me to do.

Some stopped to eye us, watching as we passed by. My eyes caught the milky blue orbs of Samantha, now five years older. A twinkle of remembrance shined through her eyes, her pale skin paling impossibly further. Shooting her a knowing smirk, I paid attention back to the pathway towards our rooms on the third floor of

the packhouse.

“Tonight, we are hosting a party to officially introduce your warriors to our pack,” Neron spoke to Anthony. “Your attendance would be most appreciated.”

“Ah, thank you, Neron. It would be a pleasure to meet your members in your soiree. You didn’t have to throw a party on our behalf”

“Nonsense. It’s an occasion noted for celebration.”

I gagged. As if I want to dance and mingle with this godforsaken pack. I’ll do it for Anthony’s sake, but afterward, I’m flipping everyone the bird.

Each of us was given a room, several doors apart on either side of the corridor. I didn’t waste any time walking Into my room and slamming the door behind me, expelling the breath I didn’t know I was holding.

I couldn’t believe I got out of that unscathed.

I press the back of my head against the door, my bag slumping to the ground from my shoulders. The earlier confidence I had back at the lawn vanished, anxiety bubbling up in its place. Why does this always happen to me? Why am I now feeling terrified of these monsters when I should strut through these halls with my head held high? My head in my hands, I groaned softly, my frustration lancing me through the chest and stomach.

I thought this would be easy. But I’ve bitten off more than I could chew. The traumatic memories cloud my vision, playing in my mind like an old movie. I see Neron’s fist hurtling towards my face, I hear Raina’s cackles as she pushes me down the stairs, Odessa’s snarky comments while she hacks out chunks of my hair, and the echoes of the pack members‘ insults bombarding louder than my heartbeat.

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this muscle. Underneath this warrior is still Halima, the pitiful slave that couldn’t defend hers@8:57 Hot tears mimicked waterfalls, falling rapidly down my bronzed cheeks as choked sobs erupted

throat.

beating at my defenses, demanding freedom. I grunted, fighting hard to keep them at bay. It is like pushing against a door that threatened to

with every intake of oxygen, adding strength to my side of the battle. It pushed against the unstable force that is the moon’s power, keeping it tamed as it should be. After a minute, I panted heavily, my energy expanded. I was being tested, and

why the hell am

not weak, Kiya! You never were! Don’t you dare fall into that pit of misery we’ve spent years digging ourselves out of. We will not go back into that hellhole in the middle

allowing my tears to fall further.

go

“What?”

your ass up and go to the

my body, I trudged towards the full–length mirror that stood next to the double–doored closet. “What do you

“You are not weak. The person reflecting at you is not weak. She is a warrior, a fighter who has been through hell and emerged victoriously. She is a woman who fought for her life because she believed that the future is worth living for. She is a woman with an unimaginable power that no one could take from her. She is a woman that proudly shows off her scars, for they hold no power to ruin her.

silence as my tears continued to fall. “That woman is you, Kiya. Do not ever doubt your strength. Standing here, alive, and well, is a testament that the abuse they put us through did not break your spirit. You are different now. You’re confident, an unstoppable machine. They cannot and will not hurt you anymore. We are immune to their threats because they could no

wipe your tears. You shed more than enough during your lifetime. You won’t

to tear down walls if one lets it. I let the demon tear down my walls enough. I was tired of it having power over me. I cannot let years‘ worth of therapy go to waste. I cannot let my parents‘ words

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power. I will turn my anger to power. Use it to better me, as I’ve done back home. My

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that still believed the dark whispers from my past. But I think the reminders are a good thing. They help rebuild that foundation that crumbles little by little, reinforcing the notion

deserve better, no

Moon that I am strong. Better than any of them would

make them regret everything they’ve

Neron

Onyx was restless.

He rose

still won’t speak to me, but

knew they did not come here to play games. They are a group on a mission, and they will see it through. Eve

even.

me with ice–cold water. The chill pierced my heart, knocking the wind out of me. I never felt so unsteady on my feet when someone brushed past me I

find out more about that woman and why she had this effect on me. Her deep bronzed skin, her full lips, and corkscrew–like hair seared itself ita my mind, pulsating that image of her

moment.

She was a werewolf, and she should carry a scent, but why doesn’t

bothered me. She bothered me. She made my heart pound and my sweat glands secrete. Why did I feel i urge to seek the woman our? My fingers ached to run themselves through her hair, and I desired for her

Odessa at