Untouchable by Marii Solaria

Chapter 7 – Nothing Between Us

“Oh it was meant to be. It just wasn’t meant to last.“–Kate McGahan

Neron

Trouble is brewing below the surface, and I cannot figure out why.

Since yesterday, an unsettling feeling cast a thick haze over my spirit, poking and prodding. The hairs stand on the back of my neck and Onyx is on edge with the ambition to strike. A dark cloud billows from all corners

of my territory, trapping us under a translucent dome of trepidation. It’s there, but it’s also not there at the same time. And it eats away at my pride and confidence as the Alpha of this pack.

Call me crazy, but I feel a trespass. Someone is cavorting through my lands undetected, and the worst part is I cannot see them. I can only feel them. Being a werewolf blessed with amazing abilities has proven to be a horrible disadvantage in this case. How do you fight an enemy you cannot see? Or smell? How do you protect others from an invisible adversary?

The atmosphere around this mighty pack has taken a drastic turn.

My mind cannot help but reiterate what Kiya had said to me before; about a presence in her room watching her sleep. The main cause of her sleep issues. That matter buzzed around my mind like an angry hornet since then, demanding me to take action to protect her. Blood within me boils under the fire of hatred at the thought of someone or something bothering my mate to the point she cannot sleep.

I made a silent vow to guard her peace and I will to the best of my ability, but it doesn’t make it any less frustrating. Sitting at my desk with a fist to my chin, I ruminate over my options. I refuse to let Kiya sleep in her room until it’s scoped out for intruders. She shouldn’t be subjected to sleepless nights over this.

And I know how Kiya is heavily adamant about her privacy, which is why I asked her friends to do a full sweep of her room. If this is the work of magic, it’s only fitting for a witch to be here. However, my pack doesn’t have witches and the only one I know of is back in California. After the kidnapping debacle, Alpha Anthony increased security around his territory and Miss Phoebe isn’t allowed to leave without permission. Her and

Endo.

I shouldn’t be worried, right? That madness is behind us and everyone’s back in action. We have our slice of peace. I shouldn’t be concerned, yet I am. A dark presence lurks within these pack walls. I don’t know how,

and I don’t know where, but it’s here.

My mate and I can feel it. And it terrifies me to think there could be another enemy after her. History is repeating itself before my eyes. Ki will never be safe because of the power she holds.

There are moments where I want to throw caution to the wind, damn the expectations, and keep her to myself. Keep her close as a surefire way to ensure her safety. My innate instincts as the mighty Alpha beckon me to take what is ours and do anything and everything to keep her close, even if she’ll forever hate me for it.

No.

It’ll only lead to ruin. It’s not bad to be optimistic; she’s slowly, but surely, softening at my presence. Kiya doesn’t look at me with the flames of hatred anymore, for all it’s worth. I continue to fall in love with her daily with the smallest things she does. That fills my heart up; fills the void that realizes that I’ll never truly have her.

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over my desk. Training reports, investment reports in Carson City and Las Vegas, requests from pack members–all the boring parts about being Alpha. As much as I’d love to shed my clothes and run through the forest, I

I love it. But I need to focus and get this work done or else it’ll be never–ending. Kwame and

“It isn’t anything new. I just had to put up with it for the past few decades.” I can feel the

with all this paperwork, go back to your nap.” Onyx is a big napper when things are at a stalemate. It’s

But I don’t blame you;

much of a distraction.”

you approve! Speaking of distractions,

enough time in the day for

to draw, Drawing was my escape from the pressures of becoming Alpha, my schooling, and so much more. The pencil to paper allowed me to channel my true self and translate it into images important to me. In all honesty, I miss it.

it’s hard sometimes. There’s always

open abruptly, revealing a smiling Odessa. Her scent of plum blossoms permeated through the air yet did nothing to stir my heart. Not like it used

a seat in the chair, separated from

She says chipperly. “You look good today.”

replied flatly. Not to sound like a narcissist,

is taking care of

is suspicious, and I blame the change in her surrounding air. It

to rely on someone else to take care of me, Odessa.

tuw, but you know does down you wish for someone in take care of you. You’re a big, longli Alpha and she’s out there folk king without a single care about you. All men

of men

is your so called mate.”

before I eat her,” Onys

in a deep breath, forcing back the burrowing rage of my wall. It lusts for the destruction of those who disrespect Kiya. He’s as delicated as me, “Watch your tongue when speaking of her,

by your mate who wouldn’t care if you fell in a sewer hole. You deserve someone better. You

of her kisses and her body against mine. With thoughts of her proudly wearing my munk on her neck. I cannot help but think of those as she’s a

love her enough to respect her decisions with me. We’re fated partners. We’re meant to be together. But none of it is worth it if she’s unhappy. I

by who I mark and when I mark them. Unlike you, I lave respect for Kiya, and her personal decisions override my selfish wants, Odessa, heed this warning: tread carefully with your next words. One slipup and

yourself that shit every night in hopes it’ll make things better?” The woman rises, slamming her palms against my desk in fury. “Lest not forget that we had a history, Neron. You were mine. We made a

have a

supposed to erase everything we’ve

back then. We knew nothing about what our Moon Goddess has planned for the both of us, and it’s unwise to go against her wishes. We’re adults now. I’ll treasure the moments we shared, however, now you have a mate and I have mine. Darlen Is a good man

lovesick puppy. May I remind you that ever since she landed here, danger sprung out of