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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I turned to see Sapphire walking in with two crisp water bottles in her hands. She was still dressed in her warm orange capri

be here.” She handed me the bottles. With much appreciation, I chugged down

“I couldn’t sleep.”

Neron?” She asked. I nodded. “I can’t believe he took back his rejection. I didn’t know wolves could do that.”

the second bottle. “He’s

grimaced, disapproval warping her face. “He must be very desperate if he thinks he could win you back. And now, we have a deranged she–wolf blaming our arrival for the fall

Jackie try to toss her

the other. “Something

“How can I concentrate on my job

with wolfsbane.” My eyes widened in shock at Sapphire’s cool, unwavering. tone. Seconds later, she burst out laughing. “I’m kidding! I wouldn’t do

head. “Neron is my problem, I’ll deal with

Kiki. Alphas don’t give up easily. They’re possessive, demanding, and will fight to the end for their other halves. I mean, you

your Mom.”

offense of looking at Mom. Mom was an excellent fighter in her rights, but Dad was merciless against enemies. So was Anthony. When Alesia was pregnant with Ximena and rogues dared to intrude

protect their mates.

couldn’t imagine how they were when they

here I am, the trophy that Neron

deep

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has to get back with Odessa or with another she–wolf. It is

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the side. I could smell her doubt intermingled with her apple pie scent. My confidence suddenly depleted when my

howl all he wants. He

put a silver bullet in my head before that happens.

me. My friends and I split our batch of warriors into groups of three to work on a specific war specialty. A smile slinks on my face as I watched Darien bark out orders to his group in their wolf forms. He looked better this morning, ready to buckle down and deliver. Galen and

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

from the adults, that accursed scent drifted in my nose. His scent. The scent I wished to

with untamed excitement. I spotted Adama in the crowd, trailing next to his

Goddamnit.

his voice. Neron’s eyes raked my body up and down,. flickering to black. “You look good.”

you here?” I got straight to the point, fists

“I’ve collected the pups for you.” He gestures to the 30–something children behind him. “All

when my eyes flickered back

little “thank you‘ would suffice, my

names for me. I wanted to shed my skin and smack him with the

with five wolves behind the first six children. I study them, trying to spot any falters or

your training indefinitely until we find

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04:51 have a long imumes altusuti af ans, little ones. Training for battle and war is not for the faint of heart. each of you and I see

munism. My heart thudded in excitement, cracking a bigger smile on my hair. Jutt as I was about an art. I felt a tap on my bare shoulder. Tiny, yet noticeable sparks erupted from that single touch. My umilie matantly fell as I turned to the bastard, smiling smugly.

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for the pups tell myself. Swallowing down my anger, I give Neron a strained smilie: “What the wou want to say

learn.” He grinned, his fume shieitling any detection al mischievousness. “They’ll work harder if they see what their Delta is made off. Sputting would get

bad idea,” I mutter,

a glimpse of what is coming, to set 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

his red–brown lips curling into a grin. I could see the anticipation on his

once. After that, we are to start your official

until Neron spoke again. “Why don’t you spar with me?” look at him in frank disbelief, a scoff escaping my mouth. The game he was trying to play is abvious. It was an attempt to get closer to me. Our spar would involve a

Don’t you have work to

“Come on, Kiv