Untouchable by Marii Solaria

Chapter 2 – The Dark Influence

“I have a voice, too, and for good or evil mine is the speech that cannot be silenced.” -Joseph Conrad

Odessa

Manicured fingers brush through the dark, silky strands of my soulmate’s hair. Beautiful as he’s formidable, I’m presented with a different picture of him. A picture of bliss and peace. His nose flares gently with every silent inhale of my scent. The bed we share in his room is warm, like a gentle ember underneath this blanket. With the air conditioning humming behind us, I can’t tell July from December.

It’s a wonderful feeling.

While admiring my mate, my mind reminisces, contorting the image of Darien into Neron. He and I used to share moments like this: we’d watch each other sleep until the sun beckons us to start our day. Memories of the love swimming in those sapphire blues engulfed my mind and senses into deep, power nostalgia. No different from Darien’s sapphires. Neron’s touches, his sweetness, his lips; I remember all. It ignited a fire within my core that made my legs quiver. Neron’s love was consuming, and it was a storm I refused to take refuge from.

Doesn’t he know how much it hurts?

To watch him give that same love to someone else? To watch him pine for the love of a woman who doesn’t care for him and their bond?

1, attractie

I was the golden apple in Neron’s eye as he was in mine. Even as young teenagers, he’s the one I knew my heart wanted. funny; he’s the total package. I still remember the Valentine’s Day card he made for me when we were sixteen. Heart–shaped, doused in red glitter with fine calligraphy print on the inside. It symbolized the day we officially became boyfriend and girlfriend. It still rests in my drawer underneath my clothes.

I loved him back then, and I still do now. Despite my mate bond with Darien, part of my heart aches for Neron. It beats for him in the rhythm of drums every time I inhale his woodsy scent. It aches for his touches

once more.

Darien’s touches are near the same caliber as my Alpha’s, except the fire blazes. Wild, passionate, and untamed. Every time we made love, it’s as if I saw heaven itself. I’m taken to pleasure beyond my comprehension with nothing to reign me in. It’s inhibited and stunning. Right now, I see no sign of the passionate man that thrusts into me day in and day out. His love is just as consuming, and it fills me with completion. Just how the Moon Goddess destined us to be together.

But it’s not enough.

Not enough for me.

Darien is my soulmate. Nothing can change about that. Ariel howls only for him. However, soulmate or not, Neron is my first love. Humans say that you never forget your first love, and I agree. He’s the first person to wear my heart on his sleeve. Like a pirate with his treasure chest, I was Neron’s diamond. He’s the soldier, and my heart was his blade. My beloved Alpha made me feel powerful, wanted, and seen.

Seen by all. A soft chuckle bubbled in my chest; I’m not so useless now, am I?

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Chapter 2 – The Dark Influence

Neron sacrificed destiny to keep me at his side. He defied all for me. That was all the proof I needed to see how intense his love for me is. My happiness mattered to him. Such a strong, authoritative man Neron is; he can have anything he wanted with the flick of the wrist. My Alpha gave me anything I wanted and treated me like a queen. His queen.

Yet…

He went from an intimidating Alpha to a lovesick puppy. For someone else. How can he forget everything like that? All we’ve been through together? I’ve been nothing but faithful, and he tossed me away. The chuckle shattered into a sea of anger, bubbling and toiling like scarlet lava. It threatened to overflow and incinerate everything in contact. But just as quickly as it appeared, it disappeared.

I can’t find it in my heart to be mad at Neron. He’s just overrun by guilt! That’s why he’s been acting this way. Once Kiya fucking dies, he’ll love me again. And I’ll do anything to make him love me, yet I can’t abandon Dari

Ariel loves him. She can’t let him go. I love him. I can’t let him go. And I still love Neron.

My wolf and I have different wants and needs. We’re two sides of the same coin, yet complete opposites. I want my Alpha and she wants her Delta. Why have the best of both worlds? The Moon Goddess is a fool to give all werewolves a singular mate. One mate cannot fulfill all our needs. Well, at least mine. So why can’t we have two? Can’t she see my heart belongs to two men, and I’m forced to choose one over the other?

I still remember the promise Neron and I made long ago. The memory is as fresh as the moment of its birth. We carve our destiny. Our destined mates are damned, and we’ll be together as we want to be. Had no werewolf thought to throw away the blessed gifts our Moon Goddess gave to pursue our paths.

He’s forgotten his promise. Bewitched by midnight–colored curls, he forged a commitment and refused to

abide.

All because of that-!

“Don’t make that face, dear. It’ll get stuck.”

My head shot up to see a swirl of smoke hovering at the foot of the bed. With eyes unseen, I feel them peering into mine. Innate instincts reach out for Darien to protect me, but I know it’s not possible. This is my problem because I made a deal with the devil to regain what I’ve lost.

“Don’t wake him.” I requested softly in hopes Darien doesn’t stir. He’s a heavy sleeper, but better safe than

sorry.

“He won’t if you come with me quietly. We have some things to discuss. Into the bathroom, now.”

There’s a pull I couldn’t resist. Invisible threads controlled my limbs, forcing them to move on their own. Robotically, I sprang out of bed and strode into the bathroom, locking the door behind me. The smoke quickly materialized into a human form. Osiris emerged with his white hair flailing and dressed in a dark suit, complimenting his deep skin.

Wow. Even during his dealings with darkness, he dresses sharply.

“We’ll make this quick.” He grinned with his fangs displayed. Soft hisses echoed between us, reminding me that his disgusting pet snake is with him. The juniper–green reptile coiled around his right arm; scarlet eyes

“New pack members are coming in upon the Alpha’s decision to accept refugees, training for the warriors has increased, and the Gamma Female is

devil or whatever–the–hell–he–is nodded. “And

and the Alpha… they look as if they’re becoming closer. She

shivers down my spine, gripping it forcefully. “Your

wants her powers?

head next to its owner, sharp fangs glistening under the bathroom lighting. Recoiling, my

had nightmares

took to have Neron again. To have the

place as Luna

grabbed my arm, and his

my flesh. His other hand went to cover my mouth to muffle my whimpers. Blackness filled my veins, mapping them out from my arm

it

used wisely and cautiously, pet.” Osiris retracted his nails from my skin as it began. healing. Black faded underneath the olive undertone, leaving behind no evidence of its existence. “You, now, have the power of influence. With a single touch, you can command the will and mind of anyone of your choosing. You can make them

my heart. It’s frightening. It’s horrific. And yet, I liked

to influence, if their will is strong, it may not work. So, go with the weak–minded mutts first. They’ll be easiest to recruit, so don’t even think you can easily sway the Alpha to love you when he’s so infatuated with the moon’s avatar.

until I can get

together. The Alpha is pussy–whipped by the avatar and a willing victim to the bond the Moon Goddess cast upon them

He falls at her commands, when really…

long fingers underneath my chin. Gently, Osiris lifts my head to meet his eyes. He’s powerful. He’s deadly. My knees buckled under his intense gaze as the grapples of his dark soul hold mine hostage. “Do

“N–No.”

want Kiya and you want Neron. Keep them apart and we’ll get what we want. I’ll be happy and you will be too. After all, that’s why you made the deal with me; so you can be happy with your

..

It knows what I want. It’s frightening that Osiris

Halima.

slave turned warrior. She’s the only person standing in my way of reclaiming Neron’s heart, and I must take her down. But how do

must take it slow. Slowly break her and the love Neron has for her. And then I’ll come in and sweep his broken heart off the ground. That bitch is just a rabid dog bound by a chain

my prize and my rightful claim.

gain it all,

“I know you

me out the bathroom door, urging me to sin. Urging me to take what I want. The door swung open in silence to reveal the still body of Darien. His chest continued to rise and fall with signs of life. He’s what I want. I’ll take

Neron is mine. All will be

magic to flow from my palms into his, mapping his veins underneath his flesh. It’s so sickly, like snakes slithering and bulging on their way to swallow their prey. I was their commander. A rush of power washed through me as I watched Darien writhe from the

a moment, my

devil himself purred with his hot breath tickling my ear. Through my mental blocks, Ariel beats and batters against it. My wolf demands my cessation, growling and howling at me

deserve.

understand one day. I’m doing this for her

retracted. I was met with a pair of blue eyes… but they’re different. Both of his cerulean orbs had a thick,

2 – The

My command. A sinister smile makes way to my face, curling the sides of my

“He’s yours.”

my face itching close to his. My brown stared deep into his blue in search of something. A sign of him or his wolf. I find none.

at it and see how

care about Kiya. She means nothing to you, Your feelings for her, any and all, are dead.

wasn’t mine before, he surely is now. Before I could blink, I was immediately pulled into a smoldering kiss that left my mind numb

confident. I felt power. I’m invincible!

cackled before his form faded into his billow of smoke, fading into thin air. As Darien kissed me like I’m his sole breath of fresh air, cool air licked my exposed skin as my pajama top

in

of the pack

then my Neron.

to steal everything away from me,

have another

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3 – Lost Memories

loss is one way of coping

Kiya

Neron’s bed, staring at my reflection in his vanity. Can I attribute my restful sleep to Neron’s scent? Or the fact I’m in his room? Hard to say, especially since I’m covered in

say it’s a bad

at the couch, when his fingers brushed against my arm, I felt them but, they’re weak. When he tucked me in the bed and touched my face, the

the same area where Osiris bit and drank from me those weeks ago. A profound effect of the bite still exists long after

dead. He’s

to fester in

my head, I hopped on my bare feet and took in the Alpha’s room once more. Neron has everything in his room than an adult male ever dreams of and then some. The color scheme of