Untouchable by Marii Solaria

Chapter 49 – The Request

“Please tell me the truth about yourself.“–Diane Samuels

Neron

Sometimes I find mys

in these dreams.

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On my knees with my hands clasped together.

I’m in a void of darkness, stars dotting and twinkling around the cosmic space. Above me shone the full moon, bright as a diamond–flame. White light projects itself upon me, dousing me in a chill. I did not falter–1 remained as still as a statue, silently praying to the Moon Goddess.

All my dreams that begin like this take a terrible tumble. I was either tossed into a nightmare or the darkness, the latter not happening often. Yet I feel as though this dream would be different. My heart and soul beg for an audience with my omnipotent goddess, the silent watcher of all werewolves, rogue or not. She is merciful and kind. All I was asking is a chance to speak with her.

I shut my eyes, shielding the tears that threatened to escape. My mind was filled with images of my mate, the mate I disgracefully threw away. All I could see was her anger and abhorrence, her snarls of hatred wishing to tear my limbs apart. Her anger contorts her face into one I fear, but also one I find beautiful. Kiya was beautiful when she was angry.

But that was not what I want. I don’t want her scowls. I want her smiles. I want to be the one who makes her lips curve upward, showing off her glittering white teeth. I want to give her the happiness my pack and I took from her.

I want her to be mine.

As my thoughts run rampant of Kiya, I feel something cool brush against my cheeks. It is feather–like, so soft that it could go unnoticed in the blink of an eye. “Open your eyes, Neron.”

I did. My eyes were met with captivating grey, sparing a glance into the depths of my soul. The moonlight cast a beautiful halo around the Moon Goddess, giving her an impossibly otherworldly look. My matron Goddess, the protector of Wolfkind…

“Moon Goddess…”

“That is me.” Her smile is small, annulled of humor. “I have heard your prayers, Neron. However, I found no

reason to answer them.”

My heart was shot, shot as if her words were a bullet of silver. This couldn’t be the end. Tears began to form in my eyes. I knew all along she had ignored my prayers, punishment for harming one of her many children. Could this treatment have been stretched to the rest of my pack? How many of our prayers had she ignored?

“Moon Goddess,” I spoke. “The dark deeds of myself and my pack cannot escape your eyes. I’ve done you wrong, insulted you, and laid my hand upon one of your children. Your child, who was my destined mate.”

her birth name like garbage because she wanted, desperately, to separate herself from the pain.” Her eyes darted to the side, almost reprehensible to look at me. “Why have

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“There is no excuse for what I’ve done, my Goddess. There is no reason for me to harm her as I did, but I did it. Deep in my grief, I believed that punishing a young pup for the loss of my mother and sister is retribution enough. Never did I

“What

unforgivable.” There is an edge of rage in her voice that struck fear into every nerve in my body. “You’ve subjected years of abuse onto a defenseless pup. That trauma is a part of her

I made for you. She is the other half of your soul, the light of your life. Instead of embracing her with open arms, you dismember her flesh her and choose another female over her, who belongs to another. Rejecting your mate is the worst crime you could do against them, and in turn, insulting me. I pair wolves up for a reason, but you didn’t want to

a child given punishment, I shook my head. “N–No…I didn’t. I realize

to my eye level, striking silver gazing

take back my rejection,” I admit, timidly looking her in the eyes once more. “I want to make up for the time I’ve wasted. But I want the forgiveness of my mate. I want to

cannot come to me and ask me to erase the initial rejection. Besides, have you truly

The brutality of her words hit me hard. After losing Kiya and her exoneration, I realized just how much her presence matters in the pack.

from when she was a child. I remember her younger self parading after her big sister or hanging out with us on school holidays. She was a happy,

who she is now and get to know my mate as the person she is today. But only if I get that chance. She wants nothing

me to burn under her gaze. Odessa would always be my first love, but Kiya is who my heart

woman, Neron. She has more power than anyone realizes. She is a force to be reckoned with and in time, all will know of her true strength. However, as for you, I cannot find any reason for

to prove

was before, I am sickened. I hate the monster that paraded around my home,

The

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I will be a better man, a better mate, and a better lover. I’d give anything to 05:27 her in my arms, to give her everything and anything she wants. After all the crap and hurt she’s been through, she

that happiness

to face that possibility. “Then I will accept it. I don’t deserve her, but I want to prove myself worthy to her and you.”

goddess Neron, but I will not hesitate to cast rightful judgment upon you and your pack for

at the thought of a god’s punishment. It can’t be any worse

man. Your inability to face the truth until Kiya made her way towards your land defines you as weak. You cannot hide from your actions from the

I am aware of. After the whirlwind that caught the drift of Kiya’s identity had the pack in controlled chaos, many fearing

Trust is easily broken, but difficult to get back, and Kiya has absolutely no reason to trust you or

fault that Kiya

Goddess is right. It’s my fa hates breathing

try as hard as I can to win her heart back.

on a whim. It will take time, if ever. Wolves are inherently very impatient and demand things to happen instantaneously, but I am warning you. Rush, and you

bond?

only recently you recognized her as your mate had your side of the bond revitalized. I cannot say the same for Kiya’s side. Bonds are not instantly repaired. It is like a wound; it takes time

I will make it work.” I rose to my feet, the flames of determination