Untouchable by Marii Solaria

Chapter 48 – The Concern

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05:41

“Those who cannot change their minds cannot change anything.“–George Bernard Shaw

Kiya

“You sure know how to stir up a big ol‘ pot of chaos, don’t you?” Galen slumped next to me on the couch in the common room, passing me my dinner plate. At the center of the sea of tomato sauce was a big, steamy piece of cheesy lasagna that I happily dug into, ignoring the pointed inquiry.

Word spreads like a virus around here. The display from training today didn’t go unobserved. By mid- afternoon, the entire pack was buzzing about the “returned slave“. Many grew silent when I passed by them, or swiftly moving out of my path in fear. I haven’t seen Neron or Raina since I pushed her to the ground, but I couldn’t find it in me to care.

It felt good to give my sister a taste of what she did to me.

“The wolves gossip more than they train,” Jacqueline mumbled in disdain, crossing her feet on top of the wooden table. “You can’t believe the shit I’ve been hearing all over. These mutts don’t know when to keep their snouts out of business that isn’t theirs.”

“It must be a shock to them,” Abigail added, resting her head on her mate’s shoulder. “I’d be talking too if someone from my home suddenly returned from the dead.”

“It’s funny.” Sapphire snickered, munching on her piece of the pasta. “To see alleged strong wolves so spooked. I wonder how long it would take for them to beg for her forgiveness.”

‘They aren’t getting any,” I spoke up, shoving a piece of lasagna into my mouth. “I’m not here to rekindle relationships.”

“Yeah, but…” Galen sat back, resting his back on the pillows of the couch. “What are you going to do about Neron? Alphas don’t let their true mates go without a fight.”

“He rejected me, remember? There is no bond between us, so he is free to mark whoever else he wants.” Preferably Odessa. Speaking of which, I noticed she doesn’t have a mate mark on her neck. Neither did Neron. Why haven’t they fully mated yet? Had this pack been Lunaless for five years now?

pack was in more disarray than

another word out, Darien stomped past us. From his side view, he looks furious. His normally neat dark hair is disheveled, his nose was flaring with every inhale, and the entirety of his eyes were pitch black. The rest of us looked at each other in silence before dropping our plates on the

“Darien!”

bro, wait

“Darien, stop!”

him because he uncaringly stripped down nude, shifted into a

– The Concem

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rolled into each other through our mind–link, unanimously speculating what made our friend take off in a fit

05:31

“Dari never acts like this. I’ve never seen him so upset.” He starts to remove his clothes. “I’m going after him.”

Jackie pressed her palm against Galen’s chest. “He needs some time to cool down. He’ll come back to us when he

his best friend and was always the first to come to his defense if something goes wrong. I understand why he felt this way.

hurt? What if there is a fucking rogue out there and attacks him?” Galen implored.

and an extraordinarily strong

what set him off. What in this world could have turned that calm and collected man into a disheveled

We had to keep our optimism alive that our friend would be okay. I made a mental note to talk to Darien once things cool

my friends who set their dishes down on the counter, but I lingered at the doorway.

your dishes away?” Sapphire asked me.

glower pierced Cassandra’s orbs, chilling her core. My friends trailed out of the kitchen, leaving me by myself at the entranceway. “Am

stammered, gripping her white rag in a useless attempt for relief. I could smell the fear rolling into her repugnant scent of mint. Her eyes trembled, casting themselves away from mine. “Y–Yes. Of

react. A deep part of me longed to see the monster that loved to strike me with a metal spoon, mock my voice, and tease me for eating out of the garbage. The nickname of raccoon still gives me nightmares whenever I enter a kitchen,

that I’d stop eating for weeks. Her presence in my

is the food?” Her gritty voice inquired. “I hope it

would never compare to Cleo’s. In her food, I could taste the love and care she puts into it.

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