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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to see Sapphire walking in with two crisp water bottles in her hands.

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

“I couldn’t sleep.”

took back his rejection. I

apparently.” I opened the second bottle. “He’s on the pursuit for my heart.”

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 of

try to toss her

chortled, folding one leg over the other. “Something tells me this

second bottle. “How can I concentrate on my job when

at Sapphire’s cool, unwavering. tone. Seconds later, she burst out laughing. “I’m kidding! I wouldn’t do

is my problem, I’ll deal with him.”

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

your Mom.”

how true 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 enemies. So was Anthony. When Alesia was pregnant with Ximena and rogues dared to intrude again, he cut them down swiftly. I’ve seen it firsthand how Alphas would stop at nothing to

protect their mates.

how they were

that Neron intends on

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be a way to make Neron look elsewhere,” I mumbled, “He has to get back with

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to the side. I could smell her doubt intermingled with her apple pie scent. My confidence suddenly depleted when my friend didn’t offer any words of

could bark and howl all he wants. He deserves to suffer from the broken mate

victim again. I’ll put a silver bullet in my

of battle from behind 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

voiced their eagerness for their start. It made me happy to see fervent young pups ready to become

accursed scent drifted in my nose. His

the crowd, trailing next to his Alpha with springs in his step. The older man’s oceanic blue eyes met mine, a gleam of desire shining in them as he marched

Goddamnit.

spoke, a slight purr pervaded his voice. Neron’s eyes raked my body up and down,. flickering to black. “You

got straight to the point, fists on my

allowed on his training grounds?” Neron grinned. “I’ve collected the pups for you.” He gestures

frowned when

would suffice, my dear.”

shed my skin and smack him with the molt. “All of you, line up in rows

first six children. I study them, trying to spot any falters or fear in the sea of colorful

until we find

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

I affer a suggestion.

myself. Swallowing down my anger, I give Neron a strained smilie: “What the

shieitling any detection al mischievousness. “They’ll

idea,” I mutter, rubbing my

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

anticipation on his face as the other students mumbled in agreement. God, children were my weakness. They always know how to warm my

“But just this once. After that, we are to

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

have work to

“Come on, Kiv