Untouchable by Marii Solaria
Chapter 90
Chapter 1 – Protect Her Peace
“He wished he could find a way back to believing, even though he knew better, that she was his to protect.” Cassandra Clare
Neron
“Move it, soldiers!”
It’s been three weeks since the insanity. Three weeks since Zircon Moon territory was nearly burned to ash. Thankfully, Mother Nature is a healer and since then, has blessed our lands with lush green once more. The earth trembled as thunderous footsteps of warrior men and women encircled the land under the early morning sky. Golden and blessed light from the barely peeked over the horizon to dissipate the cerulean blue.
I led the charge of the morning run, adding it to the warrior’s regime before their day. The cool morning breeze whipped against my bare skin, taking strands of my hair along for the ride. It felt good. It’s freeing. Like a dip in a cold pool right before the heat of summer.
It’s July and so much has happened within these past weeks. Beefed up border security, new members trickling
into our community, and pregnancies. Lorelai, Kwame’s mate, is carrying his pup and celebrations were in
order.
I still remember the tear–stained face of Amani and Omar Dubois at the announcement. They’re going to be grandparents! Praises to our beloved Moon Goddess echoed throughout the night from the Gamma family, including a few excited yells here and there.
Whenever a ranked wolf or their mate announces their pregnancies, we throw them a celebration to bless them with a healthy pregnancy and pray to our Moon Goddess for their safety throughout it all. We dance deep into the night accompanied by food, drinks, and booming music to broadcast the future member of our
family.
Carrying pups isn’t easy, I imagine. Witnessing my little sister’s birth was enough for me.
Good news aside, one thing weighed heavily on my mind as the soldiers and I turned a corner. The impending punitive reality that awaits in August. Kiya will leave and I’ll never see her again. It will separate my mate and me for good, and my strong heart pounds harder. Not at the exercise, but the future separation.
I can’t bear it. I can’t bear the thought of my beloved leaving, not after all we’ve been through. It’s unjust to force her to stay at my side when she doesn’t want to, but goddamnit, I love her so much it hurts!
With every passing day, the pain in my heart grows. The time constraint is a bastard thing, taunting me at how I cannot earn the heart and trust of my soulmate. I loathed it. I wanted nothing more than to burn it under the fiery inferno of hell. Fate is telling me to give up, but I refuse.
I gave up on Kiya before. Five years ago. Now, I refuse to stop fighting. I’ll continue to fight until her last day on my land.
I moved faster. I pump my legs harder. My stomps grew in volume and the world faded around me in a blur of color. It’s hard to tell if it’s my determination or Onyx that’s pushing me. He can’t bear to lose our beloved either. He’s been alone for too long and it’s my fault.
If I only accepted Kiya from the beginning. If only I treated Kiya with love and respect. If I wasn’t blinded by
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grief and anger, Onyx and I wouldn’t be in this precarious situation where we’d lose our other half for good.
I can’t give up.
Not on her. Not on Kiya. She’s all that matters to me.
I’d give anything to see her smile at me, just like on our date at the amusement park.
After the run, I walked into the silent pack house. I expect no one to rise this early unless they’re training to defend our lands. Not even the Omegas. However, the sound of cups against countertops and the smell of coffee ignited my curiosity.
Huh. Who’s up this early?
As I walked closer to the kitchen, my favorite scent in the world wafted up to my nose. A deep, satisfying growl rumbled in my chest and sharp pleasure slices through my nerve endings. Honeyed strawberries and vanilla are an intoxicating mixture that I can’t get enough of. It bathes my sweaty body in comfort and warmth, lulling into a deep sense of security. If I could bottle it up as a perfume, I’d keep it by my side forever.
I spend a couple of seconds longer sniffing the air like a madman before walking into the kitchenette to spot my mate stirring her coffee in a large mug labeled “Feeling Kinda Stabby‘.
She’s wearing pajamas, Pajamas that cast a halo around her melanin. Kiya looks so good in pastels. Her shorts revealed her legs, scarred and beautiful. Her tank top also revealed her arms and back, striking pain in my mind at the scar on her shoulder blade barely curtained by her beautiful curls. Her tired sigh echoed in the kitchen’s quiet atmosphere.
“What do you need, Neron?” Her sweet voice asked, her body turning to face me with her hands cradling her mug. I took a moment to soak up her appearance, and it didn’t bring my heart joy.
looks like she’s carrying the weight of the entire world and then some. Noticeable bags under her eyes exasperate her tiredness, her skin doesn’t have that usual shine, some of her curls are pointing in every direction. My mate’s on the verge of
worried and urges me to go to
wrong, Kiya?” I ask softly, taking steps into the kitchen. “Are
Like hell she is. The heavy tone in her voice
bothering you. You look like you haven’t
me to hear because I watched her tired expression turn into one of embarrassment. “Ugh.
my elbow on the kitchen’s island. “Kiya. Tell me
in me. She has every reason not to, and yet, I can’t stop the desire to help her. I want to shoulder that burden, so
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So much has happened
I said firmly, “You look like you need someone to
I
talk to, but I’m the only person you can talk to for now. I’m
heavy look. By the glazed look in her eyes, she’s communicating with Artemis. I wonder how she’s doing. Sighing in defeat, she runs a hand through
“Okay.”
also put on a
an eyebrow. “Why?”
distracting.” She blurts.
a smirk on
an eye roll. However, I don’t miss the sight of mellow red in her cheeks and the crinkle in
she’s fucking
mate faces me on the couch. Despite the distance between us, to have her this close is more than enough for me. More than enough for an undeserving man. With one leg
e speaks.
having nightmares.” That caught my
“Nightmares? About what?”
imprisoning me in their hold. “Every nightmare has a different scenario, but they share several things in common. I always die in the end. Either by my hand or if someone forces it. It’s just…I thought
had dreams where you killed yourself before?”
heart plummeting in a sea of despair. The desire to hold her and kiss her forehead has never been stronger. My hand ached to reach into her heart and remove all the burdens, so she didn’t have to feel them. Is it bad to want to carry her pain? Is it bad that I wish
I’ve learned,” I explain, stretching my arm on the spine of the couch. My fingers were inches away from Kiya’s shoulder, and they’re itching for the smallest touch of my mate. “They typically tell us something about what’s happening in our waking life, or they can be
surrender.” I know she’s holding something
bothering
me,” I ask
destined sparks through my body. She didn’t react. “Every time I wake in the middle of the night, I feel a presence in my room. Stalking me. It’s watching my every move
softly. “I sound like a madwoman.”
it.” With a sigh, I fold my hands in my lap. “You’ve
the urge to touch her face. “I don’t know what to think
since you got a
smiled as my mind made a note of another cute quirk she has. “Um…a
eventually sets it down. Without warning, I scooped my mate up in my arms
Put me down, you
of the
that’s because I don’t know
I forgot to mention that?” I feigned confusion but couldn’t keep a straight face when she scowled at me. If looks
where?” She demands, now wiggling like a worm. “And why, the hell, are you taking me
room?”
going on in your room, that’s bothering you, then maybe sleeping in a different
“But-!”
to wake anyone else up, do you?”
clammed up, huffing as she crossed her arms. Triumphant, I practically skipped down the halls. of the
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maybe from when Mom
set my beauty on my bed, as gentle as a feather with a clown’s grin on my face. Kiya’s head swished from side to side, curls swinging as she soaked in the interior of my humble quarters. There’s isn’t much to look at; only that it’s the biggest
never expected your room
me? It’s been my room for years and never once did I need to think about the approval of a woman. But Kiya, she’s special. Obviously.
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