Untouchable by Marii Solaria

Chapter 62 – The Mall

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“The truth is, everyone is going to hurt you. You just got to find the ones worth suffering for.“–Bob Marley

Artemis

It has been two weeks since the fiasco. Kiya hasn’t made her appearance since, and I don’t blame her. The things that happened at that god–awful dinner weren’t for the faint of heart, especially to someone heavily triggered by her “family“.

Since that night, neither Ashley nor Steven confronted me. The steaming stench of guilt and anger permeated from their scents whenever I walked by. They still haven’t grasped their culpability in my human’s suffering. Even their wolves hide from me.

Whatever. They weren’t worth my time. They’re lucky I didn’t tear them down from where they stood.

Raina tried hard to talk to Kiya. She knew I was in control and tried to pass on her messages through me, but Kiya wasn’t listening. I was not her messenger. I don’t think Raina fully understands how awful my human feels. Kiya values choice, having the power to choose her fate. Her parents selfishly took that away from her again.

Valerian tried to apologize for his part in the fiasco, but neither of us was in a forbearing mood. I respect him as this pack’s Beta and Adonis‘ father, but he was not our friend. I don’t believe we’ll ever see him as one. At least he tried to defuse the situation, although the execution was terrible.

Neron was trying his best. I admire his tenacity in his attempts to speak to Kiya. She gives him a listen from time to time, out of curiosity. Onyx tries to get closer to me, and I hate it. Persistent as hell. Sometimes, when I go for a run, he was there. Big, strong, and unfortunately, beautiful. He blends easily in the shadows that sometimes he catches me off guard. Whenever he was close, he made me feel good and I wanted to barf.

Damn this bond.

It is a sweltering day in June and all the trainees have the day off. They’ve been working hard, and their progress is astounding. There haven’t been rogue attacks since the last one, aside from a few false alarms, but Neron had beefed up border security.

While the pack frolicked under the hot sun an escape from the mayhem of reality.

I was tucked in my bed, asleep. It was nice and peaceful. Sleep was

But it was cut short when a pillow hits my face. Growling, I grabbed it and hurled it back at the perpetrator, who let out a yell of pain. I open my eyes to see my friends standing around me, with Jacqueline sitting on the bed with a smirk on her face and Galen rubbing his nose. “Hi, Art! Wanna go shopping?”

I glared, unamused. “You woke me up to ask me that?”

“You sleep like a sloth on your days off.” She countered, hopping on her feet. “We haven’t had the chance to head into town since we’ve been here! I’m sure you’re itching to be out of this stuffy ol‘ pack.”

I groan, rising f

from the bed. “You have a point there. I guess Kiya could use some new clothes.”

“You could pick out stuff for yourself too, Artemis.” Sapphire smiled. “I’m sure you have a style.”

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“I’m a wolf. I don’t wear clothes.” I rolled my eyes, kicking the covers off my body. “And Kiya choses the clothes, not me. I just go along with it.”

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something different.” Galen pipped as I trudge my lazy body to the bathroom.

once we

does that mean you’re coming?”

like I have a choice.”

Scarce water droplets clung onto the tendrils of my curls as I walked out, noticing my room was empty except

room, unable to look at me. His anxiety was palpable. “I’ve been wondering for a while and…I miss her. Things aren’t the same without her. I

a scrunchie to tie up my hair. “She appreciates you checking on her. She’s doing okay. I don’t know when she’s coming back, but at least she knows she

to toe. Yet, another part of me was saddened that I, too, couldn’t say anything about Odessa’s infidelity. The little bitch is getting on my last nerve with her ridiculous mission. However, she hadn’t tried anything since she realized that it was the wolf she was irritating, not the woman. The fear contorting her

in an hour, which gives you enough time to get ready.” He left

hell do you even wear to

dress with red flowers! It is my favorite and mall appropriate.” She

look at and it fits

covered the scar on my back and the flared bottom covered the various scars on my thighs.

are things?” I asked with a smile.

well! I

head to the side.

your friends interested in the pool

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thought. “We could be. What is the party in celebration

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that we all need a break from the rigor we had over the past month. The

break once in a while. Even trainers. “I’ll ask them and see if they are up for it. I’m

his

I nod. “My friends and I are about to head to the mall

His eyes turn to the living room to see his mate chatting

sit down and know Lorelai as a person. All I knew was that she comes from a pack in Louisiana, had a bachelor’s degree in psychology, and was applying for graduate school. Plus, getting away

She loved night walks on the beach, hated spicy food, and fond of spiders. The spider fact made me shudder, a dislike both Kiya, and I shared. Music blared in my ears the entire ride, mixed with meaningless conversation from the others. It felt weird, socializing when I was a solitary creature.

both of us.

hang of it. I promise.

planning on

think I’m ready. I just needed to recuperate, but don’t worry, I’ll put you out

soon!”

to myself, sitting back in my seat. My eyes watched the whizzing trees turn into

Kiya

that bikini! It’ll be a chilly day in hell before

bad!” Galen chuckles were muffled when I tossed the

his face. “Hey!”

ranging from conservative to damn near naked. I mean, I’ve worn bikinis back on San José beaches, but it feels different considering I’ll be wearing swimwear around my old pack. Heck, for

was solid black with white and purple polka dots. “I think

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like it.” I smiled, examining the item in my hands. It was in

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energy that matched well with Kwame’s. I felt comfortable around her presence, like she was an old friend. As the others continued to look for their swimsuits,

body odor to Sephora’s collection of makeup and perfumes, it

scent hit my nose. My stomach rumbled as I salivated. I smelled Mexican food–authentic Mexican food! I sped up my pace, following the delicious scent like a starved beast. However, I didn’t realize how deeply enamored I was with the scent until I crashed into a bulky body, embarrassingly

“Ow!”