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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conversation short. I turned to see Sapphire walking in with two crisp water bottles in her hands. She was

With much appreciation, I chugged down the first one. pleasurable cool washing over me like an ocean wave.

“I couldn’t sleep.”

took back his rejection.

second bottle. “He’s on the pursuit for my

he could win you back. And now, we have a deranged she–wolf blaming

try to toss her in the

other. “Something tells me

to be hell.” I groaned, chugging down my second bottle. “How can

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

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

sure? He won’t leave you alone, Kiki. Alphas don’t give up easily. They’re possessive, demanding, and will fight to the end for their other halves.

your Mom.”

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 enemies. So was Anthony. When Alesia was pregnant with

protect their mates.

couldn’t imagine how they were when they first found them.

here I am, the trophy that Neron intends on getting by any means necessary.

in deep shit.

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elsewhere,” I mumbled, “He has to get back with

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with her apple pie scent. My confidence suddenly depleted when my friend didn’t offer any words of advice. It was like she could see how hopeless this

I wasn’t giving up. The bastard could bark and howl all he wants. He deserves to suffer

his victim again. I’ll put a silver bullet

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,

for their start. It made me happy to see fervent young pups ready to become stronger for the good of their pack. The youngsters would make mighty fine

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

I spotted Adama in the crowd, trailing next to his Alpha with springs in his step. The older

Goddamnit.

eyes raked my body up and down,. flickering

I got straight to the point,

training grounds?” Neron grinned. “I’ve collected the pups for you.” He gestures to the 30–something children behind him.

at the youngsters but frowned when my eyes flickered back to my ex–mate. “I

“thank you‘ would suffice, my dear.”

wanted to shed my skin and smack him with the molt.

in rows of six with five wolves behind the first six children. I study them, trying to spot any falters or fear in the sea of colorful eyes, but

we find your

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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 as

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

demonstration of what they are about to learn.” He grinned, his fume shieitling any detection al mischievousness. “They’ll work harder if they see what their Delta is

idea,” I mutter, rubbing my

could get 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

his red–brown lips curling into a grin. I could see the anticipation on his face as the other students mumbled

once. After that, we are to

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

you have

“Come on, Kiv