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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pipped as I trudge my lazy body to the bathroom. “Perhaps a crop top and

see once we get

mean you’re coming?” Abigail asked.

not like I

as I wipe my wet face with a towel. Scarce water droplets clung onto the tendrils of my curls as I walked out, noticing

to look at me. His anxiety was palpable. “I’ve been wondering for a while and…I miss her. Things aren’t

care about her. We both know that,” I walk to the vanity, grabbing a scrunchie to tie up my hair. “She appreciates you checking on her. She’s

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 damn face made me

be leaving for the mall in an hour, which gives you enough time to get ready.” He left my room in silence.

you even wear

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

the dress on the bed. It was beautiful to look at and it fits with my dark skin. Without hesitation, I stripped out of my pajamas and took a much–needed shower.

The thick straps covered the scar on my back and the flared bottom covered the various scars on my thighs. My cross–body purse bounced on my hip with every movement. During

a smile. I was gifted with one of his

well! I

to the side. “What is it?”

and your friends interested in the pool party we’re having tomorrow

Chapter 62–The Mali

in thought. “We could be. What

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from the rigor we had over the past

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

Kwame’s eyes crinkled with his pearly smile. “How

doing alright.” I nod. “My friends and I are about to

and…” His eyes turn to the living room to

I knew was that she comes from a pack in Louisiana, had a bachelor’s degree in psychology, and was applying for

mall was about twenty minutes away, with plenty of time to get to know the Gamma Female. 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

both of us.

you’ll get the hang of it. I promise. Kiya told me.

you planning on

needed to recuperate, but don’t worry, I’ll put you out of your misery.

soon!”

watched the whizzing

Kiya

not wearing that bikini! It’ll be a

muffled when I tossed the scandalous

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

It was solid black with white and purple polka dots.

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– The Mail

smiled, examining the item in my hands. It was in my size too. “I’ll take it! Thanks, Lori.”

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

to bad body odor to Sephora’s collection of makeup and perfumes, it was insane.

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

“Ow!”