Untouchable by Marii Solaria

Chapter 3 – Lost Memories

“Memory loss is one way of coping with damage.“– Jeanette Winterson

Kiya

It’s nearly noon when I woke up. Guess I needed that sleep. But everything feels weird. Here I am, sitting at the foot of 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 it.

And I can’t say it’s a bad thing. He smells nice.

But there’s one thing that bothered me. The sparks. They aren’t as powerful as they used to be. Back 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 sparks weakened that I barely noticed them. I’m used to the weakness in the sparks of our mate bond, but this time, everything felt foreign. Abnormal.

A dull pain throbbed on the side of my neck. It made itself noticeable through the panging underneath my epidermis. It’s also the same area where Osiris bit and drank from me those weeks ago. A profound effect of the bite still exists long after his death. Vampires are more skilled than I originally thought.

He’s dead. He’s gone.

And yet, he continues to fester in my mind. Why?

“Ugh…” Scratching 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 blue, black, and red fits him in strange ways. This is the first time I’ve ever been in his room and I felt out of place. Like I

shouldn’t be here.

But my feet remained rooted against the soft carpet. Because of my damn curiosity. As the humans say, curiosity killed the cat, and satisfaction brought it back.

Good thing I’m not a cat!

and Kwame. Some are from what I assume are special occasions, like parties and his birthday. One, however, captured my attention the most. It’s a picture, the frame

all their smiles; cheerfulness compartmentalized in their matching sapphires. A happy picture meant to invoke joy invoked

first best

the depths of my mind. In a flash, I’m plunged into a powerful episodic memory where I can smell Nuria’s scent of pomegranate, feel the soft lushness

that beautiful innocent

that improved

Person POV

poked their tiny heads from the corner leading into the pack house kitchen. The smell of freshly baked brownies and cookies wafted into the air, beckoning the children to eat them without a care in the world. Nuria’s crystal blue eyes trained right on its target; the plateful of treats resting on the

Halima asked her friend. “We can get in

away into the woods after. Besides, Miss Cassandra makes the best brownies in the world! One bite and you don’t have

“I would have hit them, but Daddy always says never to hit people without a reason. Only hit if

reason.” Nuria retorted with a

head with bouncing curls, the young Beta pointed to the plate. “What’s

sneak from behind and quietly take the plate and run for your

The other girl asked. “You can’t eat cookies and brownies without milk. It’s like

the end, she threw caution to the wind. “Forget about the milk. We’ll get it another time. We

Nuria a face of unease and incredulously. “Really? You

let’s go!”

her short stature and grabbed Lead Omega Cassandra’s attention. As the Alpha’s daughter had her distracted, Halima, barefooted, snuck inside. The Island is too high for her to reach, so she had to use the chair available near it. Luckily, the Beta’s daughter didn’t have to move

patted Halima on the back, showing off her million–dollar smile. “You see? Nothing but quick work. Miss Cassandra won’t know what

are you two doing?”

and Nuria froze at the sound of the voice. Slowly turning around, they saw Neron standing with his arms crossed. Quirked

Both girls asked in

“That.”

children feigned innocence. “We don’t