Untouchable by Marii Solaria

Chapter 52 – The Collision

“If someone pushes you, you push right back.“– Sara Farizan

Kiya

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Sounds of hits to nylon resonated through the noiseless air of the gym. My fists hit the red coating of the punching bag, grains of sand rippling with each impact. Alternating, my feet hit the bag in rapid succession. The corner digital clock read 4:35 A.M. in bold red. Most of the pack was asleep and here I was, beating the crap out of the gym bag because I couldn’t sleep.

How could I, knowing that my ex–mate was hunting for my heart?

I’m pissed as hell. Does the ol‘ bastard think he could have me? He had another thing coming! Every time I punch the red, I see Neron’s face. That stupid smirk refused to leave my mind. His expression alone told me he was up to the challenge, oozing self–assurance that he’ll emerge as the winner.

Not by a long shot!

Fucking mate bond! I hate that thing! I thought once you accept the rejection, the initial bond should be gone for good. But now that Neron didn’t mark Odessa and withdrew his rejection, it put me in a tough spot. How long until I feel it? Can I weather this crap for the entire summer?

I roared, fury hammering the punching bag faster than my eyes could track. No matter, that Alpha is still the monster who ruined my life. He gave me a permanent scar on my shoulder blade! I cannot lose sight of the clear–cut truth, Neron was my abuser and I’ll never mate with him.

I rather see him suffer than kiss those damn lips.

My vision flashed. Wisps of white spiraled around my wrists, dancing across my digits. Tiny explosions of white emitted from the contact between the nylon and my flesh like tiny fireworks, lighting up around me. My power had come out to play, and it was having fun. It dances the tango with my anger, my vision flashing redder than the punching bag.

If Neron wanted a fight, I’ll give him a war.

With a final yell, I punched as hard as I could. The big bag flew off its hinges, landing on the gym floor in a pathetic thud with sand dribbling out of its lesions. Sweat amassed my body, dripping from my temples. The white around my finger disappeared, bathing me in darkness with only a dim light shining behind me.

“No one will use that again.” Artemis chuckled in our mind–link.

“Hilarious.” I rolled my eyes while walking to the gym bleachers, grabbing my phone. “I’m beyond frustrated.

Who the hell does Neron think he is?”

“He is a pompous jerk, and so is his wolf.” She grumbled, her anger matching mine. “They won’t stop until they mark us.”

“That won’t happen!” I snapped, holding my sweaty head in my hands. “Neron doesn’t deserve me, and Onyx does not deserve you. I don’t care what destiny says.”

“As will I. When you fight, I will fight right beside you. The pain they caused us cannot be forgotten..

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e’re fighting this together and we will emerge victorious in this war.”

“You’re my ride–or–die Artemis. You’re stuck with me, no matter what.”

“I wouldn’t have it any other way.”

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noises of the gym opening cut our conversation short. I turned to see Sapphire walking in with two crisp water bottles in her hands. She was still dressed in her warm orange capri pajamas, sporting two braids

She handed me the bottles. With much appreciation, I chugged down the first one. pleasurable cool washing over me like

“I couldn’t sleep.”

She asked. I nodded. “I can’t believe he took back his rejection. I didn’t know

the second bottle. “He’s on the pursuit

he thinks he could win you back. And now, we have a deranged she–wolf blaming our arrival for the fall of her

to toss

calmed her down.” My friend chortled, folding one leg over the other. “Something tells me this

“How can I concentrate on my job when I

later, she burst out laughing. “I’m kidding! I wouldn’t do such a thing! But we do need to do something

“Neron is my problem,

fight to the end for their other halves. I mean, you saw how

your Mom.”

that statement is. Alphas were formidable for a good reason. Dad is possessive and very protective of Mom. When the rogues attacked Garnet Moon last year, he was a war machine. He slaughtered every rogue that made the momentous offense of looking at Mom. Mom was an excellent fighter in her rights, but Dad was merciless against

protect their mates.

how they were when

the trophy that Neron intends

deep

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has to be a way to make Neron look elsewhere,” I mumbled, “He has to get back with Odessa or with another she–wolf. It is the only way to end this

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doubt intermingled with her apple pie scent. My confidence suddenly

The bastard could bark and howl all

a silver bullet in my head before that happens.

on a specific war specialty. A smile slinks on my face as I watched Darien

their eagerness for their start. It made me happy to see fervent young pups ready to become stronger for the good of

I walked to the training grounds separate from the adults, that accursed scent drifted in my nose. His scent. The scent I

many of them sporting exercise gear, hopping with untamed excitement. I spotted Adama in the crowd, trailing next to his Alpha with springs in his step. The older man’s oceanic blue eyes

Goddamnit.

pervaded his voice. Neron’s eyes raked my body

got straight to the point,

grinned. “I’ve collected the pups for you.” He gestures to the

between us. I smiled warmly at the youngsters but frowned when

you‘ would suffice, my

one of his probable pet names for me. I wanted to shed my skin and smack him with the molt. “All

lining up in rows of six with five wolves behind the first six

training indefinitely until we

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art. I felt a tap on my bare shoulder. Tiny, yet noticeable sparks erupted from that single touch. My umilie matantly fell

affer a

pups tell myself. Swallowing down my anger, I give Neron a

fume shieitling any detection al mischievousness. “They’ll work harder if they see what their Delta is made off. Sputting would

dinesn’t sound like a bad idea,” I mutter, rubbing my chin.

goals to reach the levell the others and I are on. Maybe if I could pull Jackie away from her teaching for a second to spar with me in

grin. I could see the anticipation on his face as the other

just this once. After that, we

game he was trying to

you have work to do?”

“Come on, Kiv